"Love Story" BELLE FILLE
CHAPTER - XI. First day in Kandahar City

Hot weather in the middle of the city that is always preoccupied by community activities even though the atmosphere of war often haunts them.

Rio and I tried to explore Kandahar City to see all the activities of the people.

On foot with two cameras hanging from my neck and in my hands, we walked through every hallway in the City.

The buildings of houses that have been reduced to rubble are silent witnesses to the awesomeness of war that hit this city.

I tried to capture the buildings with my cameras. Every time we have the opportunity to interview some residents to find out how great the fighting is in this region.

Next after we went down from each of the hallways and streets we continued the journey that afternoon to a stall to fill our stomachs that began to rumble.

"I'm hungry, we'll eat for a second, okay?" I said to Rio while pointing at a stall on the side of the road.

"Me too" said Rio, then we walked towards a stall by the side of the road near the highway.

While sitting we did not talk much, we were just busy looking at the camera shots.

Not long after, a servant came to us.

"What order do you want, sir?" ask the waiter.

"Ah I ordered a Challow and a black coffee" I said.

"I am the same message as that master, too," Rio said as he pointed at me.

The waiter soon passed to prepare our order, before how long the waiter returned with our ordered dishes.

After the dish came, we immediately ate it with great voracity, because I myself was already very hungry.

In my search of this city, indeed the war situation here is no less great as in Herat and Kabul.

The citizens we managed to meet and interview also stated the same things and had made a million stories and a very sad impression.

We enjoyed "Challow" a typical middle eastern meal especially in Afghanistan.

"Challow" is rice at first in half-cooked form, then drained and finally baked in an oven with oil, butter and salt.

This method produces a smooth rice with each grain separated, and we also enjoy it with a typical Arabic date dish.

After having all the dishes covered, we immediately rushed to return to the inn.

The data collection mission for news material has been completed. We also walked through the sun that almost returned to the contest.

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Once at the inn, we went straight into the room, and alternated waiting for a bath, because indeed the bathroom in this room there is only one in each room.

After taking a shower I immediately sat on the soft mattress and opened my laptop, immediately I will write the news today.

Time has shown at eight o'clock at night, accompanied by a cup of coffee I continue to be busy writing news articles.

"Me and my friends will be out soon, if you don't stay here" Rio told me.

"All right" I replied.

Indeed today I do not want to go out, Rio and the friends of the Dutch journalist will be out soon, I don't know what they will do tonight, which for sure I do not want to come with them.

After Rio left I was just alone in the room and kept making news materials as my job.

About an hour later. "Hay ..why are you crying." a man's voice sounded from outside the room.

"wasn't it you who asked to be fucked?" said the man.

"Hayolah .. don't cry." back men's voices and women's cries are heard.

A moment later I heard some footsteps outside, like the sound of a man's footsteps, "what is this...?" ask the new guy who came.

"You're what this woman is!" ask the man.

"I didn't do anything" said the man.

The noise kept on sounding.

"Hi .. flanked you by this bastard?" said man cain.

The woman continued to cry and would not speak.

"Are you not paid?" ask another man.

"Here we go to MP!" said another man.

It seems like two men came.

One man kept asking the man.

"Don't interfere!" said a man earlier.

"Let's talk baby, what do you want?" said the man.

"I've given you double money, right?" ask the man again.

The noise was heavy and with a high tone.

I was bothered by this commotion, after I heard it I immediately picked up a jacket attached to the wall of the green room, then I immediately got off the bed and headed for the door.

Soon I opened that door.

I stood in front of the door, and did not speak, indicating that I had been disturbed by the atmosphere.

Outside I saw an Arabian woman with a sharp nose with a pretty face wearing a white shirt with one rope on her shoulder, covered by two twin mountains that are so big, with a mini skirt limited to the knee, with a mini skirt, he was crying in the corner of the hall, near him was a Caucasian man, like a soldier, from a high posture and white body did not wear clothes, overgrown with thick brown hair, brown, the man was only wearing army striped trousers.

Then there were three young Arabs who were also standing there, while they were silent and their eyes were headed towards me, the woman continued to cry.

"Speak, why do you keep crying" persuaded the bule man.

"You tricked?" said that one guy.

"We've just reported MP!" said another man.

"Hey! don't be so fucking you!" said the bule man.

"Dear baby, why are you crying? make it you who forced me to fuck you?" said the bule man.

"You why? you tricked?" said another man.

"Let's talk?" say another one.

"He didn't give me his watch!" Answer the woman.

"I didn't promise to give you my watch?" Said the bule man in astonishment.

"I paid you according to the price agreement, and I paid you a double price, too" said the man.

"You tricked?" said one other man.

"We've just reported MP!" Answer the other man.

"don't be so careless!" Say the bule again with a little annoyed tone.

I kept watching them, and finally one of the men took the woman away, "let's go" said the man.

Then they left and the bule man went back into his room.

After all that passed I went into the room and locked it from the inside, I continued my work, after all the news material was done I sent it by e-mail.

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The night was late and my body was very tired, I immediately cleaned up all my work, then I finished the remaining coffee and then I headed to the sheets to rest.

Rio and his friend have not returned yet, while my eyes are already very heavy, there is no way I am waiting for him to come home.

"Ah, I'd better get some sleep soon" I said.

I also turned off all the room lights and I rushed to sleep in the bed, the night air was a little hot, making the cold air of the AC felt a little less enough and making me sultry.

To this day the war in Kandahar has not stopped either, as in other cities in Afghanistan.

While the elites are still discussing at the negotiating table aided by the organization of nations, what will come out of it is clear that all the warring parties have not yet ended the battle.

The people are very hopeful that the war will end soon and live peacefully again like any other normal life.