Grudge of Grief: Kasyaf
Someone planted a tumbar. Who, huh?
In a different place, a woman was sitting in front of a bearded man. Thick smoke billows from the incense. The old man appeared bare-chested, with the bandage still wrapped between his neck and chest.
“How, mbah?” ask the woman.
“Heemm. Looks like you came at the right time” said the old man.
“Means tonight is a good night for them, mbah? Is he going to die tonight, Mbah?”
“Kok can yes, can not?”
“Depends on how quickly the child is aware of the situation. The slower he realizes, ma...