1000 HOURS WITH YOU
Maldives

The Maldives.

Dimas and Meyda arrived in the Maldives at 6 a.m. The two men followed the hotel attendant who led them to the hotel that had been booked by Aslan.

"Gee!" Meyda stared in amazement at the hotel room they were going to occupy for the next 1 week. In addition, the hotel room faces the sea which shows its beauty.

"The bed is only one?" meyda asked Dimas when the hotel attendant was out.

"He-em, I think we should share the bed." Dimas said as he rolled one eye while laying down on the bed that was scattered with thousands of red rose petals.

"Ih! Oh wow! Sleeping on the couch!" meyda answered, her eyes fixed on the long sofa by the window.

"Come on! Maybe if we sleep together can produce a cute baby," said Dimas is very absurd while rubbing the surface of the bed next to him is empty, while staring at Meyda with a pervert.

Meyda furrowed her eyebrows, a few seconds later her eyes were perfectly patterned, her facial expression was amused then immediately stretched out on the sofa to release the fatigue and jetlag that hit after traveling for almost 9 hours.

"Mey, comeon!" persuade Dimas with a seductive tone.

"No!" meyda answered while changing her recumbent sleeping position to tilt, turning her back to Dimas who slept in bed.

"May! Don't you want to walk around the beach?" ask Dimas again.

"Don't bother me, Dimas! I'm tired, I'm going to sleep!" suhut Meyda was upset while covering her ears with a sofa pillow, hoping that the sound of Dimas did not penetrate her eardrum.

"May ... Meyda .." call Dimas again, but unfortunately the Chinese woman seems to have fallen asleep because she did not say. The woman's back is also seen going up and down regularly, indicating that she is already slumbering.

Dimas glanced at the clock on his wrist, waiting another 15 minutes, after which he would move Meyda onto the bed.

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Meanwhile.  Aslan was currently feeling the atmosphere in the village which was very beautiful and cool. He had never breathed air immediately like this.

"Reply ... Really comfortable! Pantes alone you run away for three months, it turns out in the village is very pleasant," replied Aslan mocked his wife, while taking a piece of young mango and then mingling it to salt. Aslan stuffed the piece of mango into his mouth, then chewed it greedily.

Irina's saliva was instantly full in her mouth when she saw eating young mangoes that were certainly very acidic.

"By-Morning is already raving, is not the mules of his stomach?" tegur Mama Panti who just returned from the market.

Aslan smiled and then moved from his seat to help bring a large amount of parlour mother's groceries, into the house. Irina looked at the mother of the orphanage and her husband who looked familiar when they just met. Irina was grateful for that, because Aslan was well received.

"Don't eat mangoes in the morning. Have you eaten rice yet?" ask the house when you get to the kitchen.

"Already, Mom, Irina was cooking fried rice all for the kids," replied Aslan as she put the grocery bag she brought to the table near the refrigerator.

"Sorry, the food here is not as fancy as it is in your house." The mother of the parlour is not feeling good to Aslan.

"It's okay, ma'am," replied Aslan calmly.

"You usually eat meat, uh here even eat tempe equally tofu," said the mother of the home again while unpacking her groceries. "This is shopping for one week, so the shopping is a lot, because the market here is only open once every 1 week," explained the mother of the orphanage to Aslan.

"Why don't you open every day, Mom?" ask Aslan.

"It's the stipulation of the Village Chief. So here the market is not only in every kliwon day," explained the mother of the home.

"Kliwon? What'sthat?" tanya Aslan did not understand the Javanese language.

"Kliwon's day is the fifth day in the Javanese market" explained Ibu Panti.

"Oh, I see," replied Aslan not understandingly as he scratched his non-itchy head.

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