HEARTFELT
Fictional Tin

In the lap of Fhadlan was right Tin was comfortable, felt the affection of Fhadlan who was very deep in the touch of his warm and soft hands, like an angel without wings who was willing to give all his love for Tin.

"Don't go too fast Lan" said Timah wanted to stay longer in Fhadlan's lap. Tin felt that there was no velvet as gentle as Fhadlan's lap, no rose as beautiful as his smile, no flowery path as printed in his footsteps.

"Sorry Mother Queen, if Fhadlan's actions are too painful" Fhadlan loosened her lap.

"That's not Lan's problem, but this body is in pain" Timah said.

It is not appropriate Timah blame the lap of Fhadlan, any woman who experienced a situation like Tin would certainly agree klo in the lap of Fhadlan is the most beautiful place most comfortable?..

"Have you married Lan?" ask Timah as Fhadlan slows down his path.

"Not Bun, the present era to invite women, is no longer enough to rely on the song yes Asmara, but also must be able to sing yes Dana" replied Fhadlan.

"You mean how Lan?" tanya Timah doesn't understand.

"That means to be able to have a family man must have 6 zeros digits behind the comma, in the form of USA dollars stored in his account" explained Fhadlan.

It cannot be denied that the phenomenon that occurs today, Tin understands that, in Europe this symptom is also what triggers young couples to live together without marriage.

"You are looking for a Russian, in Russia marriage does not cost a lot, now the government has a policy of helping the cost of marriage, especially the marriage of men who want polygamy" advises Timah.

"Fhadlan villagers in the interior of Sumatra, we have a saying, as high as the height of the flying bagau will return to the puddle"

"That means that as far away as the village men will be married to the village girl as well" said Fhadlan.

"That's not a rule, is it Lan?" tanya Timah seemed to disagree with the saying that Fhadlan mentioned.

"Not Bun, but this is almost like a formula that does not miss, the suggestion of their small simple life in the village, living only by planting kale, planting eggplant, living chickens or keeping fish, he said, so when they grow up they also miss life as well as their childhood" explained Fhadlan.

Timah understands Fhadlan's explanation he prefers to discuss lessons about social strata, suggestions as a child are indeed very decisive for the future. Children who are suggested with peasant as a child, then after adulthood will try to become a farmer. The child who is suggested as a trader as a child will try to become a trader as an adult. The son of a businessman will try to be a businessman as well.

"You are mistaken Lan, it is precisely your self-suggestion that must change, if the happiness of the stork is not in the puddle. You have to change the image that has been suggested in your mind that the happiness of life is not to marry a village girl, but the happiness of your life is to marry a Moscow girl" argued Timah still does not agree with the formula Fhadlan.

"Take it hard Bun, how can it be happy to marry a Moscow girl, while a Moscow girl has a happy image of it when she becomes the empress of a handsome Prince.or the empress of an established CEO" Fhadlan argued.

Tin gave a sweet smile to Fhadlan, when Fhadlan's hand felt stroked her softly, women are indeed sensitive to love language through soft touch. This new age, Tin gives a sweet smile to men.

Fhadlan was stunned for a moment to look at the smiling tin, a smile that only bloomed for a moment but felt Fhadlan as if looking at him a century. fhadlan reflexively dyed Tin's forehead gently.

Even if they don't talk about their love, their body language shows that they are in love.

'The good move is that I live like a regular person in the village with Fhadlan' thought Timah, confirming the happy concept that Fhadlan presents.

It is seen how beautiful it is to live with Fhadlan, have land on the edge of the city, with a small house measuring 45 square m plus a garage, surrounded by mixed gardens there are duku trees, there are rambutan trees, there are, there is a mango tree and there is a durian tree.

Behind the house there is a chicken living location, there is a location for a pond filled with goldfish and tilapia, on the edge of the pond is still wide enough to be planted with kale and eggplant.

Shown by Tin every day to feed the chickens, in the afternoon they fish in the pond, harvest kale, harvest eggplant to be made a side dish tomorrow.

Timah thought that every day he harvested chicken eggs. The night they sell chicken eggs to the nearest jamu or bandrek. Imaged in the mind Timah received three hundred thousand rupiah money from selling three chicken egg carpet, for the cost of living a day.

But when the Prince called his shadow back to Prince Andrik, Tin's mind became blenk, his stomach began to feel pain as if attacked by a very acute mag disease.

It is much different in the lap of Fhadlan than when Timah was on the side of Prince Andrik. What a joy to be a queen if every day received cold treatment and pinching from the Prince.

What a joy to be the Empress when all activities are always protected, ranging from waking up early to night there is a schedule, there is a schedule, life is like conception as the sun must rise in the morning and must set in the afternoon.

The sadness of Tin was mounting when he remembered the late Prince Andik's change, the gentle Prince was now rough whether how many pinch and grip the Prince landed on his body.

The face of Tin pale, his stomach twisted, pain all over his body again felt as if the grip and pinch of the prince's hand had not been separated from his body. Timah's body was limp lying unconscious in Fhadlan's lap.

Tinah only remembered Fhadlan's last move as he left the dock, Tinah only remembered the last sound of Fhadlan calling his name while shaking his body gently.

"Tinya.... Tin.... Tin.." Fhadlan screamed in panic.

"Let's not leave Fhadlan, keep your eyes on Fhadlan" whispered Fhadlan gently.

Fhadlan grew even more panicked when he felt the tin body getting colder, his pulse getting weaker. Half-run Fhadlan towards the Queen's villa, Sabil yells for help.

"Please oven the door" cried Fhadlan outside the Queen's villa.

But because it was late at night all the residents of the house were asleep.

"Any body else" cried Fhadlan still screaming in panic.

"Who's outside" someone asked.

"I'm Fhadlan... Please open the door.. Justjust please.. The empress was lying unconscious on the dock" Fhadlan cried out in panic.

The occupants of the queen's villa scattered out as they stubborn the Fainted Empress.

"ohh my god, what happened?" evelin asked in panic