Jem rushed towards their house.
"Grandpa!"
He couldn't find him in the sala.
"Grandpa!"
He wasn't in his room either.
He searched in all corners of their house, but there was no shadow of his grandfather. Jem let a sigh escape from his mouth before letting himself fall on the shabby wooden chair beside the table.
"Where could he be?" Jem mumbled. There was a hint of regret in his voice.
His grandfather wasn't the type of person who would go away without letting him know where he would go.
'Wait! Could there be something that happened to him while he was gathering some herbs in the mountain?' This thought crossed his mind.
Jem stood once again and ran to the mountain. While on the road, a wild boar appeared and bolted towards him.
