You have the talent to be able to find out

A wide smile formed on the old man lips, he got up, walked a few steps to her outstretched hand. His hands hesitated to touch what was in front of him. But the fragile hand finally touched and rubbed the necklace in her hand. The Old man took time to realize that what he saw was true and real.

The old man looked up, leaked Nhamso, and smiled broadly. she smiled back a small but stiff smile.

"This stone has found the right person," said the old man, finally leaving the time that seemed to be moving very slowly.

"What" said Nhamso did not understand.

"This stone should be with you" he explained "All this time this stone was entrusted to me for my care, but now it has found the person who had previously been entrusted to you" his hand moved up and down the grip of her hand.

Nhamso increasingly did not understand, she came with the aim of returning the necklace to its owner, "Sorry, what do you mean, I don't understand?" she said, daring to ask more.

"This stone is waiting for its real owner, but the owner of this stone entrusted it to you to protect this earth" the answer was in the form of a riddle that made her confusion bigger.

Those words made Nhamso even more confused, she had never had the green stone before, even before she discovered she had never touched it either. Then why did this old man say that the necklace had been entrusted to her before. Seeing Nhamso getting confused bigger, the old man explained again.

The old man stepped forward a little to touch the necklace, a moment later, the stone gave off a green glow like the colour of the stone. But gradually changed colour to white, the light that came out became white. Again, change into a black, metallic colour, a silver to gray glow evaporated from the rock. Finally, it turned into sky blue, the light that came out was sky blue. A moment later the light dimmed and looked like an ordinary stone.

"This stone only hides its true form to disguise it for those who wish to possess it to rule this earth. Please keep and guard this stone until its true owner comes to you. Never show it to anyone because if this stone falls into the wrong hands it will be fatal, there will be the destruction of this earth." The old man ordered, handing the green stone back into Nhamso's hands.

"Grandfather, I think you have the wrong person, how could I ever keep this stone if I never had it before?" said Nhamso wanting to end her confusion

"You have the talent to be able to find out later" replied the old man "Yes, the vision you saw earlier" continued the old man to give her a clue.

"The Owner, Who?" Nhamso asked confused.

"You will know and recognize the owner of this stone when he comes to you" The old man smiled broadly.

The old man turned to look at the river and then looked up at the sky and said "mother, the task you gave me is finished". After that the old man looked back at Nhamso "Remember, keep and take care of the stone well" the old man turned into a white light, the longer his body disappeared and became a beam of light and then flew up into the sky, through the clouds, and disappeared in the heights of the sky.

Nhamso hoped that what she saw was not reality, so she pinched her own hand to find out if it was real.

The streets seemed to be silent behind the forgetfulness of memories in every incident, The old man words that always ring like bells that are always sounded as a reminder as time goes by 'Remember, keep and take care of the stone well'.

"Nhamso, are you okay" a hand squeezed Nhamso's arm, shaking her, bringing her senses to return to reality. Her eyes blinked spontaneously, staring at a pair of eyes that seemed to have been anxiously waiting for thousands of years. A woman she has known all her life, "Mother" is the only word she can spill it out. Her eyes glanced behind her mother, standing a girl, round face, long brown hair flowing down to the waist, her high same level with her, behind the tiny face also hidden anxiety. Before she knew it, she had arrived in front of her house.

Nhamso couldn't stand it anymore, her chest was tight with the air rushing in and filling her lung cavities. Her eyes caught the fireflies that shouldn't have appeared at this moment above her head. Her vision blurred, a voice that sounded as if it was a few hundred meters away. everything looks black even though she tries to open her eyes wide, she only sees one colour, which is black. The next second she felt, the bones in her body no longer functioned to support layer upon layer of flesh and blood. And she fell without a sound.

Move spontaneously to reach the body of her only child who has not answered her question since she wakes up. Now it's like a leaf falling from a tree branch, landing on the palm of the hand, which is deliberately caught when autumn arrives. looking for moisture hope.

Nhamso was carried into her room and laid on the bed in her bedroom. A cloth that was not too thick as a protection was draped over her body to prevent the cold from entering and penetrating every pore, which would make her body shiver in the cold at night. Her mother's finger opened Nhamso's eyelids. Looks half black eyeball hanging behind the upper eyelid.

"Is she all right?" Mapo asked Nhamso's mother.

"She's okay, she's just passed out," she replied to young girl.

"Are you sure about what she said the last time you saw her in the middle of town?" questions as an anxiety reliever.

"She just said she had something to do, then ran away from me" replied Mapo with her eyes darting around the room to recall her meeting with Nhamso in the town.

A bright morning, the sun shone warmly sucking away the mist that still circulated thinly over the green grass at the height of the valley. The tiny sparkles above each leaf, a sign of greeting the morning, which will soon evaporate without residue, returned to the white clouds above. Little birds chirping singing good morning songs, while flying perched on the branches of the trees they like, chasing each other playing hide and seek. This is the Grace of the Universe.

Nhamso's eyes squinted to adjust to the light coming in through the slits of her eyelids, taking a moment to adjust. The first sight of her eyes is a board on the roof, who engraved a word "Master" an engraving that she would always see every morning, an engraving that would follow the abstract pen etched into the memory of all time. And smiled brightly afterwards, greeting the morning.

Nhamso got out of bed, pulled over the window curtain to the left of her bed. The green grass sticks beautifully, swaying gracefully with blew of the wind. Nhamso closed her eyes, forcing fresh air into her nose, taking a deep breath, pushing it through her throat, allowing her lungs to feel the fresh morning air.