BLOODLETTING
Nervous stuttering gempita

On the beach with the waves chasing each other and slapping on the beach until finally returned to the sea and began again his activities, he said, Kejora and Satria were still silent under the coconut tree with the humming of the wind hitting their skin.

"How are you willing Sat?" asked Kejora expectantly looking into Satria's eyes very fixed.

"Yes if that is your opinion and you think the best way then I am willing" Satria said in a chest pounding as hard as the waves.

"Thank you, Satria" Kejora said again until he finally stood up and left Satria alone.

After seeing Kejora pass Satria then prancing as if to hug the entire ocean he threw himself on the beach and shouted full of happiness.

The silent Kejora heard the cry of happiness then applauded, he was not out of thought with the attitude of Satria, Satria is a very brave figure and very upholding the truth and progress of his village, but seeing the happiness Satria felt, a sense of warmth was wriggling filled the chest of Kejora.

Until finally the rejection event took place, everyone was stunned because they did not know what to hear the confession of the Kejora if Satria was her husband, and again the immigrants finally withdrew, and finally retreated, how else are they also a trader and have no evil intentions.

"Oh well if it is like that, I apologize sir for asking for your wife" said the merchant reached out his hand to hold on to Satria.

"Of course, sir, if you need any other help then just tell me. But I'm sorry Kejora is my wife, I don't want her to leave me." Satria shook the merchant's hand.

"Hahahah, of course sir. Earlier I submitted a proposal for ignorance and eventually it became a misunderstanding if it really needed the help of the Arab land open to you" said the merchant and said greetings afterwards.

They finally say goodbye and leave the village, now the eyes of the villagers are on Satria and Kejora who claim to be married, they exchanged looks before finally ending up staring at the two.

"Sorry everyone, I can explain everything!" said Satria nervously, the attitude of adults who previously lost instantly become nervous stuttering tempita.

"Let's have a party!" exclaimed one of the villagers and cheered on by everyone.

"But we're not really married, we're just pretending to be!" firmly Satria and everyone was silent staring at the two back.

"So, we are not married yet but we plan to get married soon, which is why we are not really married" Kejora said again, this trait may now come down to his grandson Ubay, Ubayy, the nature that always makes others shocked.

All the villagers nodded in understanding except Satria who now seemed nervous not a bitch, do not know what dream he had that night to finally get such an amazing blessing.

"Didn't Satria?" asked Kejora hoping that the man was honest with his feelings, a small nod was given Satria and finally everyone cheered in excitement to get the happy news from them.

Indeed, the event in the title was not festive at all because they were quite wary of being afraid to lure people to come to their place, they held a small party but wisdom.

Everyone was happy to witness the happiness of Kejora and Satra, all villagers flocked to give gifts to them for their marriage.

That night came, Kejora who was a woman could not play first, while Satria who always felt embarrassed became clumsy and silent.

Until finally the night passed without doing anything even though they themselves could not sleep at all because in the same bed. Satria's figure is a very handsome young man, he has a very domineering Asian face, soft yellow skin and straight brownish black hair, his face is firm with a sturdy jaw and a sharp nose, a mole was attached to the man's left eyebrow. From the first Satria and Kejora are always in a matchmaking match by the villagers.

Kejora and Satria do prioritize the prosperity of the villagers, in contrast to Jajang and Jaka who prefer to fight for peace, Kejora and Satria prefer to hoard wealth and buy Power.

Their goal was realized by the formation of bonds that in their relationship with Arab and Chinese merchants, it had indeed made the invaders furious, he said, but the quiet nature of Kejora and instead give tribute in exchange managed to shut the mouth of the leeches.

The marriage of Kejora and Satria has passed about two weeks but they are even more clumsy when they get home and very difficult to express their feelings.

Which man can not stand when having to be close to the woman worship but can not touch the woman, but fortunately the nature of patience without limits that Satria has made his desire can be restrained, he said, he hoped that the atmosphere between them would improve.

Until the morning arrives, where Satria tries to change her behavior she wants to get closer to the kejora and try so that they can be open to each other.

"Kejora?" greet Satria when the Kejora wants to draw water to wash their clothes.

"Yes?" reply Kejora turned to look into the eyes that now seemed to be investigating him.

"Today, I'm going to harvest pearl oysters. Are you ready to come?" tanya Satria trying to string words that he had already memorized all night.

"Well, what should I prepare?" tanya Kejora cultivated her wrists by drawing water and started washing.

"No one, let me prepare everything." replied Satria to a small nod given by Kejora.

That afternoon Satria was trying to give a Little surprise to the Kejora and make the woman happy, it had been a long time since the expressionless girl like Kejora smiled, wanting her to see Kejora smile even if only for a moment, man from Satria.

Kejora was ready with trousers covered in batik cloth in the form of skirts and thin clothes wrapped in thick clothes outside, Kejora could already guess what the man would do to him, he said, indeed, for a very long time Kejora hoped that the man could be open to him, although he rarely showed his facial expression but his words always showed his true heart.

"I'm ready!" said Kejora walked out of his room and saw Satria who was ready with his provisions, a hint of disappointment was seen from the face of Satria to see the closed clothes worn by Kejora.

"Ah yes, let's go!" exclaim Satria walk carrying a rattan basket and a trunk, indeed their wealth is now very abundant, very abundant, but they are reluctant to show their ownership of their property because they are afraid the invaders will definitely ask for more tribute on them, he said, with a simple lifestyle that is shown Kejora and Satria in the example by all villagers and can adjust to their lives.

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