A Series of Dreams
Pacu Platform

“I forgot to bring hair oil. Are you there?” wisely asked, busy styling his hair with a comb that always slipped in his back pocket.

“Hah!” Seruni surprised. Still holding the black suit that was intended for Wisely, but was rejected raw.

“My hair is messy. Is there any hair oil? Borrow perfume from Mr.” Wisely ruled presumptuously.

Some time together, the relationship with the future wife began to melt. Stiffness vanished slowly, the communication of both was getting smoother. The tragedy of worms in the bathroom greeting as the bath soap pooled on the tiles was able to make the bride-to-be for the next few weeks it began to get to know each other. How Wisely who was disgusted when he saw a slithering animal dancing near his feet and forced him out only with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Father no Aa perfume. The only scent that is usually attached to the body of the Father is eucalyptus oil. Aa, want?”

Wisely. A village far from its shadow. When introduced to the Sandi family, he had seen simplicity in the family. However, it is unimaginable that it will be like this. Many things went against him as he moved closer. It was a completely new experience for him who was born from a family of being. Hutomo Putra who has been famous for being rich since several previous descendants, one of the leading cement producers in the archipelago.

“Ya. Hair oil only then.” Wisely relented. Never had time for Seruni to turn away, the second edict slid smoothly from his lips. “Ni, please my suit is ironed as well.”

“Ya, Aa.”

There was no rejection, let alone rebuttal, Seruni complied and rushed out of the room. Although awkward has decomposed, the distance was slowly trimmed. Boundaries are still guarded by pink girls with simple beauty. They are not married, it will be a talk if they continue to be together. Ethics that the father always reminded, so that later became a guide in attitude.

Wisely stared at the curtain of cloth that was swinging slowly when she found that the beautiful figure had disappeared from view. His little heart warmed. Of course, from the look of his future wife is fairly ordinary and simple. Away from the former Rose—sang who always appear perfect at every opportunity. However, there was something that the girls around him did not have, and it was only in Seruni. At least, he had not found it inside the women he had known all along.

“He complies once.” Wisely commented while looking at himself in the mirror with a transverse crack line.

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The water speck is not leaving yet. Black clouds also fly low in the sky of the city of Bandung. Seruni had just come out of her father's room with a tiny object in her hand. The old-fashioned Pomade that hits in his day has always been a mainstay of Sandi. A distinctive aroma with the right concentration is able to juggle the owner so more handsome. Green gel is similar to the color of the lid of the container it will certainly answer the anxiety Wisely will look less than the maximum at the wedding Kenanga.

Wisely dumbfounded. Observe hair oil in a tiny container that he first encountered while breathing in the world.

“What is it?” tanyanya, floating.

“Hair oil. Aa need it, ‘kan?”

Grazing a few times, Wisely who walked over became hesitant himself.

“Aman, ‘kan?”

“Faith. I've been with this for decades. The village fathers here also use this on average. Cheap festive, Aa.”

“Hah!” Wisely jerks. “How much?” ask him unconsciously.

“Cheap. Safe in the bag. Ten thousand still has change. Wear it. Said the Father a little. Just spend. Swiped with fingers to keep them clean. On the edges still stick a lot.”

“That's right, Ni?” Wisely's eyes glared. “What is safe to use? Do not runways at the top of the head of the father due to side effects of this use?”

Seruni instead was surprised to find Wisely's funny sentence.

“That runway is already from there, Aa. Just the Father, the others are safe.” Seruni responded while holding back a laugh.