Italicized Before 24 Hours
FOREIGN MAN 2

Nara looked at Septian, the young man sitting next to her. Apparently, that guy actually knew the guy he was telling me about. From his accent, clearly not a Balinese. But know the people here, could he have settled in Bali for a long time?

"Who is it?" Ask Nara. "Tournaments?" I guess because they used my language.

"Yes, you too?"

Nara nodded. "How long has it been here?"

"Nearly a year. Seeking a more decent living, even if it doesn't go according to plan." From the story it looked pitiful, but the man's face was still stalling a smile.

"meaning?"

Septian noticed Nara's appearance. "Lo must be a rich man? It looks like everything you wear."

"Don't judge a book by its cover." Nara Cibir.

Septian laughed at hearing it. "But my feelings are usually real."

"Sotory."

"Lo never noticed the difficulty of finding money? you never eat once a day just because it saves you to pay the cost? You never malem malem cry just because you hold a hand nyokap lo rough, most of the work nyari money? Never been?" Guess it.

"Don't feel like the one who suffers the most. There are still many more suffering than you. Lo is beautiful, rich and. It looks like a pinter, but___"

"It's not what it looks like, but it's pinter." Nara Salak.

"Beautiful, rich, pinter, just a little unlucky because of a wrong husband. But believe me, God must have made the best soul mate for you."

"I hope so. But mengelupain people who have inhabited your heart for 8 years, it is not easy. It's very painful." Nara's eyes returned to glass. And a second later, the clear liquid again escaped the corner of his eye.

"It's not easy, but that doesn't mean it can't. It just takes time."

"But how long?" He asked while looking at Septian.

"Depends on how you. If you continue to feel worse, you will not be able to quickly move on. But if you can love yourself more, keep trying to make yourself happy and do not wallow in sadness, will be spit."

Nara wiped her tears while laughing discordantly. "Theoretically it sounds easy, but in its application, I don't think it's that easy."

"That's right." Fast Septian.

"What if tonight, we're all smirking. Yes, consider it as one way to escape from suffering. Love yourself by doing something fun."

But Nara seemed completely uninterested.

Septian stood up while cleaning his pants that were hit by sand. After feeling clean, he extended his hand towards Nara. "Lets go."

Nara is still doubtful. But a moment later, he smiled then grabbed Septian's hand.

"Why do we want to do something?"

Septian thought for a moment and pulled Nara's hand closer to the beach.

"Before you begin to grin, throw away the suffering first." Septian looked around to find something. After his eyes found what he was looking for, he immediately picked it up. Beberpaa coral fruit is quite large.

"Lemparin this stone while shouting as much as you. Reveal all your anger. Until your chest feels plong." Septian grabbed Nara's palm and placed three rocks there.

"What if I thought I was crazy?"

"Better to be crazy. Than crazy for being divorced before 24 hours."

Nara was immediately stunned to hear the Septian. But it's true, it's better to be crazy than crazy.

"People won't care. All in each other's world."

Nara looked around. Seems right, everything seems fun on its own. There are more Caucasians than natives. They must be more cute.

Nara took a few steps forward. He threw the first stone while shouting as loud as possible.

"Well, I hate you. Hate, hate it."

Then Nara's body slumped, she sat on the sand crying. He released the third stone that was within his grasp just like that. No longer able to throw it in the middle of the sea.

"Gue hates you Abi. But I also love you." He muttered while sobbing.

Septian walked up to Nara. Grabbing the girl's shoulder to help her wake up.

"Love the same people may, but don't forget to love yourself." Septian said as he wiped Nara's tears and hugged her tightly.

"Tonight, I give you free chest equal shoulder I made you. Crying as much as possible, I will not ban. But starting tomorrow, I hope you're not crying anymore." He said as he stroked Nara's hair and back.

After feeling Nara calmer, Septian let go of his embrace and tidied Nara's hair.

"Ready for the next pleasure?"

Nara nodded while shrinking her nose.

"Let's go." Septian knitted their fingers together and then stepped along the shoreline.

While passing the cafe where he worked, Septian paused for a moment.

"Working gues there." Septian pointed to a cafe that read Hagia caffe. "Bagia is Balinese, it means happy."

"Waitrie?" Guess Nara. Remembering that Septian said he wanted to improve his fate, obviously he was not the owner.

"No, but a barista."

"Cool as well."

Septian laughed at hearing it. "Not baristas with high flying hours whose ability to mix coffee above average. I'm just a low-class barista who's still learning."

"Whatever." Nara didn't seem very interested.

Finally their trip stopped at a cafe out door that looked quite crowded in the middle of the night like this. Doesn't look like a cafe, but there's cafe writing. A slightly strange place according to Nara.

The music sounds very loud. Not pop music, or rnb and the like, but koplo dangdut music.

Most visitors are bule. They jiggle with glee like at a dancefloor night club. Though this is in an open space, but they do not seem to be dizzy.

"Lo used to drink alcoholic beverages? do I want to buy it?" Fresh Septian.

"The alcohol level is low. I'm not strong when it's high." Living in London for 6 years, Nara is a little familiar with alcoholic beverages. Just to warm up in winter, not to get drunk or other necessities.

Shortly thereafter, Septian came up with 2 bottles in his hand. Not a low alcoholic beverage, but 0 percent alcohol.

"Sory, the low rate is exhausted. So I bought this one. No papa, right?"

"No problem." Nara replied as she grabbed a drink from Septian's hand.

"You jog?" Fresh Septian.

"Shame."

"Ck, who's ashamed? Look at everything on the shake, no one is ashamed. We want to smile, not be ashamed of meow." Septian took a bottle of drink from Nara's hand and placed it on the table. Pulling the girl's hand to gather with the Caucasians who are jogging dangdutan.

Initially feeling a little embarrassed, but seeing the others enjoying themselves, Nara began to follow the groove. He started moving his body to the rhythm of the drum. There was no strange look on her, making Nara more poignant and her spirit swayed.

Seeing the Septian who was dancing so stiffly, Nara immediately laughed out loud. He is not a fan of dangdut music, but this music is familiar in his ears.

"Where, good?" Septian cried out because the music was too strong.

"Sipp." Nara replied with a laugh and pointed at her two thumbs.

The music, which was a little slow, changed. Maybe give it some time to rest a little. But the atmosphere suddenly felt shahdu. Nara looked around, some bule seemed to kiss each other without shady aling aling, without any shame at all. Nara was embarrassed to see it.

"You?" As Septian asked, Nara noticed a pair of Caucasians kissing.

But before Nara answered, Septian first pulled the girl by the waist and nape. Uniting their lips with a slightly hasty movement at the beginning, yet slowly starting to soften and impress.