Come Here Datu
Come Here Datu
The missing part has been published. Being sure of what is spoken and seen will forever be poison. The flowers of the rainy season thrive, nowadays.
Two humans neatly arranged on the stage of the show. Bart sat on the armchair and Lenia in the armchair hand. A challenging yet friendly style. On the bed, maroon mosquito nets were fused with the sides of the tawudien pole (ulin), the girl's body fell asleep in a sloping position, Bart in a sitting position with his right leg at the bend, and staring at each other by holding one hand as a link between the two.
Enjoy the spring road. Bart wore a batik maroon kimono dragged on the ground, anti-fit style white shirts as an inner layer, white fabric pants without pleats and slip on maroon batik as footwear. While Lenia wore a maroon knee-length batik dress and dressed in white sneakers. Smiling with a body looking at Bart behind him and the man showed his slanted smile.
The boat follows the flow of artificial lakes, flowering lotuses, flaming fireflies, the position of the night with wuwuhiang (stars and moon) as a unifier. Lenia held the left edge of the boat and the hand reached the blooming lotus flower while Bart paddled, a fixed look at the girl. As if telling a story. A beautiful photo to be a memory and experience. Fashion designers, makeup artists, photographers and all the team took part in the art, smiling satisfied with their respective works.
The clock shows at 16:14, the afternoon sun shows his identity. Bart stands waiting for Lenia outside Queen Studio Photos.
"I'll call you to send me a photo!" Eli blinked his eyes.
"You both look amazing!" Baren interjected with a smile, his gaze refocused on the monitor screen displaying photos of Lenia and Bart.
"Thank you for the compliment!" Lenia smiled.
"El, what are my and Bart's pictures for you?" Lenia fixed her footwear.
Emon walked over towards the two who were near the exit.
"For me to present to the film director, they want a model of petite women's clothing and well-bodied men's clothing, for a romantic film, the requirement must be to wear kebaya and custom clothing!" While holding Lenia's bag and giving it to the girl.
"Sister Emon too?" Almond eyes are rounded.
"Of course, baby!" Smiling at Lenia.
"Then just send it when it's not busy, El!" Hugging Eli and hugging Emon in turns, "i'm home!" Waving a hand at all the staff in the studio, Emon and Eli. Reply with similar waves and smiles. Automatic door open. Bart stood with his back to the taxi.
... I'm standing in a scrap of paper...
...I'm mindri hang karatas broken...
...It's a name that's difficult in meaning...
...Batekan erang ka ngaran sa mahadin na arati...
...There's a word that makes me hooked...
...Na'an papaneran I know I know...
...And it's so far away in the dark...
...Yiru king lawit hang ma'ieng...
...I stepped on the peacock fur weaving...
...I takia hang weaving wulu peacock...
...Basically a pitcher...
...Hang kapitni na'an lanyung...
...There's a painting of painful eyes from the sprinkling dust...
...Na'an painting winnowing hanang mate ka hamuran habu...
...You nameless people stand firm...
...Hanyu sa puang ba ngaran mindri....
... ...
...The firm faith that I as a human being built...
...Kaharapen neah sa I'm a mutersia...
...I don't know how to swim in the ocean...
...Following the direction of the sun...
...Uma lalan mateandrau...
...I was lost in thought...
...I'm bawang hang pamindani...
...Did the word day stop...
...Papaneran andrau haut tarie...
...I realized my eyes were empty...
...I pampuan paninungenku mahi bana ni...
...A human smile is just a shabby fabric...
...Rimut murunsia ekat rag murun...
...Our knits are so slashing...
...Our bond tu'u pasayat...
...I docked in my own country...
...I dareie hang piles dedeh ngareraerai...
...I took it as a promise...
...Hanyu insingku wear janyi...
...All kinds of carvings are on the feet...
...Inunpun ulahan naan hang pe'e...
...Live in this sense of my yard...
...Hang nanam ina muka lewuku...
The dawn of the day was like a little baby curled up behind the arms of a parent, echoing. Slowly but surely ventured to just open your eyes. Light with a little fog hung in the forests of Borneo. The blue tent stood firm, in front of him the smoke from the firewood crept in the dug hole. The rest of the combustion.
The little two-year-old girl broke free from the arms of her parents, opened the tent door slowly and got out of there. The light pierced the little eye and made it glare. The body covered in thick blue clothes and tiny shoes pitched the same. Curly hair is tied on both sides of that small head.
Someone was seen watching their blue camp. The little girl was seen trying to catch crickets around the camp, her body a little dirty by the leaves and the ground was still wet. Little rain at night.
The sound of a falling twig shocked the little girl, now her gaze turned to the source of the voice.
A boy of about 5 years old stands between various types of flowers and his body is surrounded by dozens of butterflies. Clad in a golden robe with long silver hair. The index finger was bent in front of his face, one butterfly perched there. The boy's smile displayed a show of a mature expression.
"Flower, flower!" The small voice made him flinch. Butterflies from the hands and being around her go. It's like hiding behind a flower. A little girl carried a white rose in her hand, without a stalk.
"This is for me?" The boy took the flower from the little girl's hand as he nodded.
"You can see me apparently?" Questions that are asked without an answer. Because the little girl seemed to be enjoying what she was doing, plucking flowers with a full smile.
"Darling!" The voice of the call from the little girl's mother made her turn towards the source of the voice. There was no one around the girl when her mother arrived.
Bart closed the book in his hand entitled, Snake Island.
"What an interesting book, it belongs to my biggest son young boy. I put it there hopefully not disturbing but in please if you want to read!" The taxi driver smiled while driving.
"Very interesting!" Lopsidedly smiles. The legs were crossed and the elbows leaned against the open window, the finger as a refutation of the man's head. Lenia fell asleep in Bart's left hand.