Falling In Love (The Series)
Chapter 21. Enchanted
Chapter 21. Enchanted
^^^"Because of that happiness, we created it ourselves!"^^^
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Pandu's heart warms when his sister changes attitude to not moody anymore.
The man was really like finding a missing piece of himself, when he saw the laughter from Ayudya who was happy as he swung his legs on the edge of the clear watering river.
Chips with the position of the buttocks that sit on a large flat stone, with feet tucked in the refreshingly clear water.
" I haven't been here in a long time. Are the daffodils on the edge of the dam still there?" Ayu smiled as she splashed water into the air using her right hand. Feels cold.
Groped the area carefully.
Ayu felt better after venting the distress lodged in her heart. Leave everything to the owner of life.
" They are growing more and more!" Said his brother while putting a bait in the form of worms to the hook, and prepared to throw his fishing line.
" It must be more beautiful if they thrive and thrive!" Ayu was still enjoying the cold sensation of the river water. Breeze of cold wind hit his face, the shade of Bendo tree that shaded the two brothers, making both increasingly at home.
" Like my brother. Growing up more beautiful!" Pandu smiled looking at his sister's cheerful face this morning.
While the one praised only gave a sweet smile. I can only feel without being able to see. But, he promised inwardly to learn to familiarize himself with his condition.
" What do you want to cook?" ask Pandu.
" Make sambal yes mas, love basil. I'll have some young coconut ice. But it's Pandu who has to climb!" he chuckled after saying that, because he knew Pandu did not dare to climb a coconut tree.
Make Pandu immediately stunned.
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Seraphina
The mood broke instantly for no apparent reason. A thick fog suddenly covered the recesses of his heart. " Fool Stupid Fool!"
Fina cursed herself.
Why is he being childish like that just because he saw Pandu who has a friendly relationship with a woman.
" Fin, Fina!" Take Dita breakfast, you why even in the room. Where's tidak?" Asmah's mother opened Fina's room door. Again without knocking on the door.
" CK, yes Oma!" Fina clucked. He forgot his best friend.
Meanwhile, elsewhere Dita was seen talking to the woman who offered him dragon fruit chips.
" It's just for you, son, I make it every day at my boss' house!" the woman thanked him for helping her when she fell off her bike.
" Thank you, Mom, this is delicious!"
Fina walked outside the house and saw her best friend, talking to a middle-aged woman. And when Fina was walking and only reached a few steps, she saw the woman who spoke with Dita was retreating.
" Who?" ask her best friend. Makes Dita a little surprised.
" Ngagetin the hell!" Dita grunting.
" I don't know, but he's nice. He even gave me this!"
...The Dragon Fruit Chips...
...Ajisaka's Foods...
" Dragon fruit chips?" Fina knitted both her eyebrows.
" Hemm, good as it turns out. There are also creative people here?" Dita continued to chew fruit chips with the red citizen, which was wrapped in aluminum foil packaging.
" Don't bother, just get fat again. Eat yuk, you haven't had breakfast, have you?" hatch Fina.
" Yes, this is from fruit. Healthy again!"
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They both had breakfast in silence. Ndeso menu that actually spoils the tongue. Ms. Asmah looked at the two young girls with a faint smile.
The old woman was happy because her house was crowded. Fina's presence could slightly add to the aura of the house becoming more lively.
" Geez, this Oma is so good!" said Dita sparkling when putting a mouthful of krawu rice into his mouth.
Ms. Asmah smiled, the friend of her grandson could make the atmosphere warm. " So what's the name, rice krawu yes. I just ate here!" dita.
" It's good that if you like it, Fina doesn't like it. He likes to eat crispy. Don't like her vegetables!" Ms. Asmah even skinned the nature of her granddaughter who was not fond of vegetables.
The breakfast was fun because of the presence of Dita, a jolly girl who seemed easy to blend in. Unlike Fina whose attitude is ketus, if you do not know others.
" Oma ask for help later in the afternoon you pay money to his mother Pandu yes, all between food to the rice fields. Ma'am Yayuk let's bring the others!"
" What?, must Fina?" foolishly he asked.
" Who else, you should start helping Oma from now on!"
Suddenly lost his spirit. Dita can only stay, tonight the plan Dita will occupy the house provided by the local health service.
And the least anticipated time comes faster. Armed with instructions from some residents there, Fina finally found the house of Pandu's mother.
" Alright, that's where it is!" said Fina who looks reluctant to step her foot.
" Well, you are. I know people here!" Dita of course refused. He had only been in Kalianyar for a day.
" CK, you think I know you too!" inevitably Fina was forced to walk towards the house whose condition was moderate.
Fina looked at Pandu's motorbike which looked new in the wash. The water droplets that still occur. Maybe Pandu forgot to wipe his motto with a kanebo. Or maybe not yet.
Fina immediately swallowed her saliva to remember the incident this morning.
" Excuse me!" he said while waiting. But up to a few seconds there is no reply let alone an answer.
" Excuse me Miss Ambar!" he knew the name of Pandu's mother from his grandmother.
Sayup-sayup heard the sound of women's laughter from the inside. " Excuse me!" said Fina while chirping in the doorway of the Pandu house.
" CK, I don't think I heard Fin!" Dita felt that maybe the person laughing behind her was too late in the ripple.
" Of...!"
Fina's words paused because she saw Pandu who was bare-chested, while wearing a shirt in black now walking towards Fina and Dita.
Those six abdominal muscle prints look so voluptuous. Moreover, the look of the noon guide looks fresh. The man looks to be picking up his wet hair.
Obviously Pandu just had a shower.
Making the two women gulp their saliva in awe.
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Waveguides
The scorpion he was fishing for was more than enough for his family's lunch. More than one medium-sized bucket he got. Not only that, a number of freshwater fish such as waders and uceng also managed to get.
He and his sister actually spent some fun time in the river earlier . Ayu felt happy and more confident after joining her brother to the river. Apparently many people greeted his sister, on the way home.
Mayu worries related to blindness that gets gossip in the community, presumably unproven. There are many people who are sympathetic.
"You change clothes first so as not to catch a cold, mas want to wash the motor first keep bathing!" he said it shortly after they arrived.
Ambarwati who saw her son now wanted to go out and not lock himself, of course, felt happy. " Let's change clothes with Mom first, this is the fish fry mom. We make sambal!" Ambarwati welcomed her two children.
The woman was seen helping her son to get down and walk.
Pandu washed his motto in front of his house. In addition to the workshop, he also has a motorcycle washing business. Although not many, but every day there must be washing. If he is busy, he usually asks Adi, an orphaned Middle School boy who sometimes asks for a job with him.
Of course, with only enough wages for Adi to use as his school allowance.
When he had just taken a bath and had not finished wearing his clothes, he heard the voice of the woman who had visited his house that afternoon. He also heard the voices of his sister and mother laughing giggling in the kitchen. I don't know what they're talking about.
"Excuse me!" the man's room was at the front, making the voice sound clear.
However, all that makes Pandu as if getting the wind of heaven. Pandu feel happiness because now his house feels more cheerful.
" Excuse me!" I heard the second time.
The voice continued to be heard, maybe his mother did not hear because she was engrossed with her sister. He who was in a hurry, finally came out with a bare chest, while wearing his clothes.
Even her hair was wet. He was surprised at the interest of two women he knew, staring at him with round eyes, now standing in his doorway.
" Iina.."
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