Your love becomes my Canduku

Chapter 46

"Allesya I finally found you, where have you been Allesya..?" the grip of both shoulders of the Brother followed by the look of Arthur's anxious face.

"Do you know, we're all in a daze looking for you" said Jeffrey, who turned out to be with Arthur.

Hearing the news about Grandma Fanne and Allesya's whereabouts all day is not unknown to make Jenny calm. And ask Jeffrey to help Arthur find Allesya.

"Sorry," said Allesya weakly with a downward dribbled look. He still seemed reluctant to tell the truth about Reymundo taking him forcibly.

But suddenly the memory of Fanne made him lift back his gaze toward Arthur's face. "Sister.. Allesya wants to see Grandma. Then it..," he slightly turned his body backwards followed by a hand pointing towards the police line attached. "Why is there a police line there? I want to go in the house, I want to see Grandma" he said.

DEG!

The mood changed quietly. None of Arthur and Jeffrey dared to open their mouths.

"Sir.., Grandma must be inside right?"

Arthur's voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. Staring at Allesya's bright-looking netar under the moonlight. It felt hard for him to question Allesya who was expecting an immediate answer.

"Grandmother is not in Allesya" said Arthur hesitated.

"Grandmother where is Brother...? Then why is there a police line there?" he asked back.

Arthur's voice again choked, this time he did not dare to return Allesya's gaze full of demands.

Jeffrey who already understood the atmosphere that includes trying to help Arthur out of his worries. "Tomorrow we'll take you to see Grandma. We better get some rest. It's almost dawn."

"But sister, I want to meet Grandma now." Allesya's eyel. How could he bear to not meet Fanne immediately, while he still remembered the circumstances of Fanne who was injured before Reymundo dragged him away.

"All right, Jeffrey said, you better get some rest. Later I will take you to meet Grandma," Arthur assured the Brother. Truly, it was like he was releasing tears that were pendam deep in front of Allesya. Bemoan.

"But Grandma's okay, isn't she?"

"Yes he's fine now. No longer feel pain," he replied implied ambiguity. Unfortunately, Allesya seemed to have misjudged it.

"Thank God that Grandma was fine, Allesya was relieved," Arthur's heart seemed to scream at Allesya's plain words. Will he be able to see Allesya's reaction tomorrow when he finds out that Grandma's body has been sleeping forever in the last resting place.

"Alright, then let Allesya stay at my place this time because the distance does not take 5 minutes from here. There is also Jenny who will accompany him," Jeffrey's real advice he felt there was something odd about Allesya's appearance that looks messy.

Plus the girl disappeared all day and returned in the early hours adding to her astonishment. Without Jeffrey knowing that the awkwardness he felt was related to his own close friend, Sean.

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Next day.

The friendly blowing wind shook the leaves that were clinging to the tree chains. The sound of nature colors a quiet environment where lifeless bodies are housed.

Far away there, four human children were standing around the tomb which was still wet decorated with fresh gladiolus flowers. There was only a hue of sorrow that adorned their faces but not for a brown unraveling girl, namely Allesya.

When Arthur, Jeffrey, and Jenny looked sad, Allesya seemed silent. There were no streams of sorrow drenching his deathly face, nor did the sound of sobbing heart-wrenching sobs.

But clearly both hands are clenched tightly as if convincing themselves that everything in front of the eyes is not real. All of this was just a nightmare that was about to end when he opened his eyes.

Until finally the lip line curved upwards to review a bitter smile. "You gotta be kidding me, right?" he looked at the pusara engraved by the name of Fanne Migrey there.

"Sister Arthur didn't you say Grandma was fine and didn't feel any pain? So what does all this mean?" herding his hazel bead towards the face of Arthur who was looking at him softly.

"Allesya.., yes Grandma is fine in heaven and no longer feels pain. You should be able to clear it up," Arthur's voice trembled withstanding the pain in the heart.

"No! This is impossible! Grandma promised that she would always be with me. Watching my happiness walk on the wedding altar. Playing with the great-grandsons I gave birth to," Allesya still firmly rejected from what actually had happened.

"Allesya you have to be strong to accept this reality" said Arthur who tried to embrace Allesya's body but the rejection he received.

"Grandmother couldn't have left me so soon, sister. I'm going to go find Grandma now. He must still be at home" he wrote a timepiece that circled his wrist. "So often Grandma will make breakfast for me" she said.

"Where are you going?" arthur shouted as Allesya took a step away from the front of Fanne's tomb.

"Let him go. He must have taken some time on his own to calm his mind," said Jenny, stopping Arthur from chasing after Allesya, who was already far away.

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Trudging his feet stepped carrying all the flavors that squeezed the chest cavity. Trimmed the space of despair that led him to plunge into the bottomless abyss.

What the fuck? Is the way of life of every living person is this bitter? Nah! This is not what he wants. This must be a dream. He must get out of this heartless world.

Many times Allesya presented his hands with small pinches until they printed reddened nail marks. Wishing to be free from the game of fate so dark unguided.

The brain keeps it forced to fend off the reality of life that is oppressing it. But the heart that always involves the feeling as if resigned and requires him to accept with chested air. That this is the reality, can not be denied even though the feet are carried running to the end of the world though.

"Yes God... Is all this a manifestation of your affection for me? Can I file a protest?" inner screaming.

Not long ago, Allesya was shocked to know the truth about both parents who always expected his affection even though it was just pseudo-dreams. Because in fact they are two demon-hearted humans who have kept the baby Allesya from both original parents.

And just yesterday the feeling was made to shatter into pieces because the man who was always enthroned in his heart took away his holiness on the basis of hatred that he should not have received. You must have known, no, his position in this story is the main victim. The most injured and the most injured. Does he deserve to be hated?

And what else is this? Once again God tested Allesya by taking the only figure of the woman who always gave the caress of infinite affection. The figure of a substitute woman parents who are always used as a place to lean in when the body is so tired to support the burden of life.

"Grandmother..., can Allesya come with you?"

As if there was no energy to step again, a shade tree standing firmly near the tomb gate was used as a place to lean. The hand that was still holding the white-colored gladiolus flower was made to hit the chest, striking a painful tightness. Until it was filled with tears of deep sorrow. Muffled sobs with one hand the other smothering his mouth firmly. Although in fact the screams of crying still sound heartbreaking to those who listen.

Her openness was so intense that she could not see Grandma's face for the last time. If he had come home yesterday, he would still have given a hug and a last word to Fanne. And if Sean hadn't dragged him to the apartment, he might have seen Fanne's peaceful face before she was buried.

He continues to dream that drives the level of hatred and disappointment towards Sean.

*Gladiol flowers are commonly used as a symbol of grief.

"Allesya..? You why?" the voice of one's anxiety made him shed a weak face towards the owner of the soft voice.

"Sir Vera..?" she was in between sobs.

"Allesya why are you? Why are you crying?" it was obvious that Vera was worried about him at the moment.

"Hiks! Hicks! Brother Vera.." so hard is the tongue to say more. But my eyes were still able to look towards the two middle-aged people who were standing behind Vera and were looking at her heartily.

"Who are those two? Why does my heart shake when I look them in the face?" allesya's inner self before the throbbing in the head came back to attack. The view began to darken. The feet are no longer able to support.

"Dad, Mommy! Please help Vera take her to the Hospital," Vera's voice still had time to be heard until consciousness was completely gone.

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Who are the two middle-aged people who are able to make Allesya's heart shake?😊

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