Dusk Belibis
WHO ARE MY PARENTS?

The teenager ran as fast as lightning, away from his beloved Dhea.

"Great!" he thought to himself, he pressed his heart with his hands. Irregular heartbeats are also strange swish running throughout the joints, the nape feels cold hot.

Thank God his awareness of faith was still in his cranium.

"I must stay away from all creatures, sadist! what happened to me.''

It is not a good idea to be around a woman for her mood to be chaotic.The desire to be loyal to a Gita becomes a strength for her.

Since his heart was in turmoil Abhimanyu spent much of his time alone and contemplating what was going on.

"Something's a little weird, what?" Abhimanyu kept trying to remember, his head he tilted to the right and to the left.

"When I'm around Dhea and Mardalena's buk, the magnetic field isn't as big as I'm around auntie." The young man's head seemed to lean forward and then backward, his body was so, moving to the right and to the left, sometimes circling like a madman.

"Are you?" it looks like he understands, but he doesn't understand anything at all.

"for sure because of love."

Abhimanyu's face turned ambiguous, silent, his eyes flickering at the expanse of grass.

"What! the love?oh my God." he slumped his body down, smothered his face with both hands, panicking.

Mouth language may be theatrical with postulates and laws, but body language cannot be lied to, the entire limb always responds to anything associated with the Gita.

With aunt just by looking at it I could have a sudden seizure. I can't imagine what it would be like if I got close together or touched. Will I die suddenly!

Ooooooooh! .. with both hands he rubbed the face 'panic' but the panic was only a moment, a second later there was a sly smile pulling the tip of his lips.

All the strange flavors actually become an attraction that makes him curious, what exactly is it? or what kind of creature is Auntie? maybe this is a story like in a fairy tale, I am the guardian of an angel.

Haha..

Abhimanyu laughed out loud, then grinned.

"It is impossible! today, where there are angels who want to bother taking care of a wayward child like me."

"stupid me." So ticklish yourself.

Currently Abhimanyu is sitting in the third grade IPA High School. Status of being a secret girlfriend and loving an adult woman. A short story about Abhimanyu.

Abhimanyu was curious about the origin of himself. Information he gets by word of mouth. His beloved Gita, who had the face of a wingless angel, said that his parents were a small family living in the village next door, which he knew they were merchants.

Why was she being taken care of by Gita? While his parents are still there, healthy and also not classified as poor families, it is still a PR for Abhimanyu.

Bude giarti names his mother and pak Kasman his father's name, four sisters Laila, Sari, Yuni and Astrit. Portrait of his happy little family.

Sari was in the same school as him.

How could I end up in a modern minimalist house with an angel, sagittarius.

This teenager in addition to wanting to pry information from his aunt he also wanted to enjoy breakfast with the beautiful woman of his dreams.

Just look at it this morning I'll live a thousand years.

"Copy, BI." A cup of coffee still smoking was in the hands of her aunt, the woman made no effort to answer her question posed by her, she casually enjoyed each and every shred.

Knowing I was waiting for an answer, he just pulled the tip of his lips.

“Later if you are an adult, you will know yourself.” He said, it made Abhimanyu narrow his eyes in annoyance.

Feeling that you are in High School, and have grown up, makes Abhimanyu's curiosity even greater.

After school, Abhimanyu came to his mother's house, Giarti.

“ Assalamualaikum..” greeting the teenager, his face gawking in through the door that opened half.

"Assalamualaikum.." again he said his greetings.

A woman sat in the corner of the room a little far away. Warung not how big and neatly arranged.

Abhimanyu remembers very well, nothing has changed in this house, even though the childhood Abhimanyu spent in this house has passed almost ten years.

His aunt left him in this house in the morning, and will pick him up in the afternoon.

“Abimanyu, le..." The one called bude giarti welcomed Abhimanyu with pleasure. There was an enormous longing in the aura of bude giarti.

"are you grown up? Where's Auntie? Not coming..?” the teenager groaned smilingly getting a warm hug bude giarti. The old hand touched his cheek, his shoulder also his hand. There is a longing for the figure of Abhimanyu.

“I'm fine Ms...” replied Abhimanyu making the woman called bude giarti dumbfounded for a moment.

If she was my mother, wouldn't it matter to call her mother?

Then he smiled guiding the teenager to enter the house, a glass of water and lunch he prepared like a mother.

“Le, how's your aunt doing...? is she okay?” Abhimanyu nodded slowly, all the questions were already lined up in his head ‘Sabar’ thought the teenager's heart was a little troubled.

“Bibi good bu...”

“You tumben came here, it has been a very long time.” said Budi giarti, his hand still grasping Abhimanyu hand tightly.

“You can see bi,”

Yo iyessss's

Abhimanyu