Chapter Three

Ramon said it may be the nails Remy used during the day while my brother built a small hut for them. Somehow the nails could get lost in this house. Really careless!

"Assalamualaikum!" A clear tired face greeted the cornea of ​​the eye. He handed over a plastic bag containing some kind of cakes that he did not know when he bought them. I think the cake is cold.

"Where's Grandma?" Remy asked as soon as he put his duffel bag on the chair. His body was thrown on the couch before he fell asleep. But his ears are still plugged to hear my answer.

"It's near the front." My hand took out the cakes and continued to serve them on a small plate. There was also something that got into my mouth.

"Grandma!" Remy had already walked towards the living room to meet my grandmother while I was still rocking there. My hand holding the plate was already shivering with fear. I forgot to close the window. The maghrib call began to resound and I knew I had done something wrong.

I know grandma is still there.

But he is already in front of me.

"Why did you leave me?"

The voice was deep and hoarse. I did not immediately look up to see her because I knew she was not my grandmother. He was a shadow I did not want to face after I knew his face was similar to mine. His body bent like an old man and he was ugly.

I mean, he doesn't have lenses. Only the look was empty and his face was also wrinkled and even his lips seemed to be torn to the ears. I've seen his face only once. Then I no longer dared to look at him.