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Pickled Fruit

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"Come on."

"Where are we today?" ask me to the prestige youth who finally every day now throw away his prestige and always invite me to visit the place where his friends and relatives.

Just for the sake of making contacts on my phone is filled up.

Here, every friend and brother visited was always aghast at our arrival at first. Then embrace the God with a smile as well as a cry. I asked him why they were so. But the answer is always,,, you know,,,

I am a dear brother and friend. It's only natural they miss me.

Dih, the pedunya is not playing, right? No one misses a cold, arrogant and insensitive man and his own free will like him. I just feel at home for the sake of being able to immediately gather a lot of funan.

I want to redeem my mama's necklace. Although maybe the necklace wasn't there when I got back there. Keep in this heart praying, may there still be.

"Handles. Falling later. How many times do I have to remind you?" when the motorbike we drive is on the road.

And as usual, I put my hand to her waist.

"Should we tell everyone first??" ketus again.

"Less how else am I? Tell me to hold on, I did. Why do you talk that way again?" my nature, protest.

"That's tight!! Nempel doang is so how can hold you if we why." he again.

"Why do we really want to? As long as you drive it well and properly it will not be anything." My tirade does not want to lose.

"Yes already. What matters is that I reminded you."

Tumben he relented and resigned with my answer. This will usually be a long discussion. Every day is like that.

It didn't feel like it was a month ago that I lived on this beautiful island of Bali. And all the beauty I also enjoy with this ketus man in front of me. Remembering it made me want to shake his head. But out of fear that he might get angry, I stuck my tongue out behind him. Just to reduce the frustration in the heart will act that every day made rowdy.

But then I smiled looking at the head that had always been upright to help me. Help me until I can really live with the coffers of money I get from selling clothes.

Meanwhile, I did not get a job call from where I had sent a job application. It seems like my zero experience is the main reason business owners don't want me to be one of their employees.

Given the difficulty of finding work, it made my heart melt into this weirdo. Anyway, I owe him. The debt of life even. If there was no him, maybe now I've stayed the name. Die of starvation.

Thank you for being my god of help,,,

I held my arms around her waist and I slightly rested my head on her wide back. How warming. That warmth returned to debate.

"Be careful, you sleep and fall asleep!! I told you, don't stay up!! Our journey is far away today." she said.

Huuuhh,, I took my hand off her waist and reflexively pushed her back. I'm upset not playing.

"Who told you to take off the handle?? Hold again. Close ones!! It's like talking to this little boy. Musti was complete and repeated." - his grunts as he pulled back my hand and placed it again on his waist.

I tried to pull him back but was pulled back by him. So many times that he finally did not let go of my hand. The god chose to drive with one hand only while the other held my hand to keep it on his waist. It's like a young couple just fell in love, right?

For what purpose try??

"Shut up!! Very stubborn." scolded again when I tried to pull my hand back.

"Stop!!!" I shouted and made him stop the speed of the motor.

"What do you want anyway?? You want me to stop and I'll put it down here?? That howyouwant?? Good. Just go down there!! Go home yourself!! I'm tired of caring about you. Tired protecting. Tired of trying to understand and balance you. Until when the hell can just a little not make me go wrong like this???!!!."

I gawked at the outpouring of his long heart. I just want to, though,,,

"That." pointed me at a small stall on the side of the road.

"What???" emotional ketirah.

"I, I, I just want to buy that." I appointed a fruit pickle dealer who wasn't really my favorite, but somehow I drooled at him. It seems very tempting to taste.

"That's it?? Until I have to scream??" his protest.

"If you see from the beginning, you are ready and do not shout. Anyway I want ituuuu. Huaaaa,,, "believe me not to the point of crying out for that pickled mango.

For whatever sake, I also felt strange about myself and this desire of mine. I have never tried or bought anything before.

"Yes yes!! Don't cry at everything." he whispered a small pinch of my hand until I felt a hot sensation on the skin.

Uuuaaaaa,, I screamed back to make some buyers at the picket merchant turned to us. The gods panic at being the center of attention.

"Why is that his wife?? Aapain??" a father came to us thinking something had happened to us.

Hah wife?? My crying stopped.

"Oh this sir. My wife was pregnant young and fussy. I just bought this. Come on baby slow down. So buy a pickle, right??."

I glared at the answer as well as the God's question. But her code-giving eyes forced me to nod and descend following the scenario. The father who asked just nodded his head in understanding.

I admit I am his wife. Wear says I'm pregnant young again. Does it look like I'm pregnant?? The stomach is flat. My period too,,,, too,,,

Wait, when did I last have my period??

"So which one would you like to buy??" that question disturbs my concentration.

"Mmm, this one, this one, this, this, this, and that, too." I pointed to a lot of fruit pickling options.

Who originally only wanted a pickled mango, now I want everything. It all feels tempting. Surprisingly, I rarely and can be said not to like eating fruit but this time I asked to buy a lot. Fortunately, my fake husband was willing to buy everything hehehe,,,

"I want to eat now." I asked as soon as everything was in his hands.

"Later. Now we've been waiting for my friend." Prohibit it and it was successful to make my saliva finally come out unbearable.

"Jeez, this slovenly you are!!!" objurgation.

"That's why give me one." I picked it up.

"Eat it while walking then. Let it hunt." he exclaimed as he pulled my hand back to his motorbike parked on the side of the road.

I just nodded my ass and enjoyed this really delicious pickle. Just this time I know it's cool and it makes me happy.

The gods slightly increased the speed of the motor. It may be true that we are chasing time. Until finally, at a corner,,, the,,,

Brrraaaakkk,,,,, uh,,,,

I was thrown with my favors. I don't understand what's going on. The last time I saw was a car that was speeding in the opposite direction to us but when it came around the corner, it got out of control. After that, I don't know.

All dark.

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