Killing My Husband's Neighborhood
Memories

Next Dilan saw Jiya's Instagram photo feed.

“Gosh, last shipment 8 years ago?” Dilan also saw a photo of Jiya's new store that was first opened.

Then he also saw 1 photo of Jiya who was smiling widely on the beach.

Dilan remembers very well that he was the one who photographed Jiya at that time.

“From then until now she remained closed, until the moment I left her too she did not koar-koar like other women.” Dilan also recalled her fond memories with Jiya 13 years ago.

...Flash Back's...

Dilan who just came out of the gate of his school hastily drove his motorcycle to Tunas Bangsa school where his girlfriend Lee Jiya demanded knowledge.

“I'm really late,” muttered Dilan.

He was afraid if his lover was angry with him if he came too long, because the distance to school Jiya reached 20 minutes.

Bremm!!

Dilan also drove his bike at full speed.

Although the government streets are crowded, Dilan who has been professional riding a motorcycle easily looks for gaps in order to pass.

Ciait!!

He did not feel like he was in front of his girlfriend's school. It turns out that Jiya the idol has been sitting at the stop next to the school gate.

Tin tin!

Dilan honks her motor horn, Jiya turns to Dilan.

“Dilan?” he got up from his seat and walked towards his lover.

“You are so long so dear, until I stay one at this school!” Jiya is upset at her lover.

“Sorry baby I am guilty because I still come to pick you up,” said Dilan.

“Yes done, now where are we going?” jiya asked while riding on her boyfriend's motorcycle.

“Ke beach, how? There's another SJ concert, I love that idol group.” Dilan said his opinion.

“Kesana can also, it's been a long time my ears do not hear entertainment,” said Jiya.

“OK, then we leave!” exclaimed Dilan while squeezing the gas motor.

Bremm!!!!

“Sayang.” Dilan clasped Jiya's hand which was hugging her.

“What's the matter dear?” sahut Jiya's.

“The concert just started at 18:00, is nothing if you come home at night?” Dilan was afraid that Jiya's parents would be angry.

“Aman, my family is out of town to attend my cousin's wedding,” Jiya said.

“Oh, then tonight we spend until morning!” Dilan said so because tomorrow is Sunday.

“OK!” Jiya who excitedly hugged her lover getting louder.

After a while on the way, the two reached the beach entrance.

Then Dilan and Jiya got off the bike to buy a ticket.

“2 tickets kak.” pinta Dilan while spending money worth 500 thousand rupiah.

Then the ticket keeper's staff looked at Jiya and Dilan closely.

“Why not change clothes first new play?” the woman who has two children does not like to see the two young couples do not go home first.

“Sorry brother, because we are afraid of running out of concert tickets, after all our home is far from here.” Dilan scratched his head in groggy.

“Ya already, later return not night ya.” after that the ticket keeper gave two tickets and 20 thousand change to Dilan.

“Thanks a lot kak.” with a feeling of embarrassment Dilan and Jiya back to the motor.

Bremm!!

Both of them drove to the concert venue to be held.

“The mothers who were very busy yes, at work only sell tickets.” Jiya doesn't like the ticket guardians who advise them.

Ciait!!

Dilan crushes his bike right in front of the shirt shop.

“We why?” Jiya doesn't know Dilan's purpose.

“You buy clothes, later fit exciting-seru joget even in told to go home with security again, hehehe..” Dilan laughed.

Seeing the laughter of his lover Jiya smiled, then came down from the top of the motorcycle.

Then Dilan turned off the engine and lowered the standard, after which he followed Jiya who had entered the store first.

The fort!

Automatic door sounds were heard when Dilan pushed the shop's glass door.

“Welcome, sis, please look at the clothes first.” the store owner who stands at the cashier welcomes the new Dilan friendly entrance.

“Thanks a lot kak.” then Dilan came to Jiya who was picking clothes from the right side of the door.

“We take the same shirt yes.” Dilan wanted him and his girlfriend to wear the same clothes that time.

“No need ah! Funny to wear twin clothes.” Jiya, the type of woman who can not be romantic refused the proposal of her lover.

“Just be the same, I don't want to know this time you can't refuse!” Dilan who always followed wanted Jiya that time to act decisively.

“Good.” Jiya finally relented because she saw Dilan wanted it so badly.

“I want this!” Dilan chose a red shirt with a floral motif mixed with palm fruit leaves.

“Ck, not this one, the picture rame really.” Jiya doesn't like Dilan's bright, colorful clothes.

“The name is also on the beach, anyway I want this one!” Dilan did not want to hear the rejection from Jiya.

“Ya already.” because Dilan insisted Jiya also nodded in agreement.

After agreeing Jiya and Dilan also payers to the cashier.

“This sister.” Dilan handed me 2 sets of clothes complete with navy cut pants along the knee.

A tit!

“Total 200 thousand rupiah yes kak.” then the store owner wrapped 2 sets of clothes into plastic.

Then Dilan took the money out of his wallet worth what the store owner said.

“Thanks kak.” the store owner also handed over clothes belonging to Dilan and Jiya complete with receipts.

“We change clothes here yes brother,” said Dilan.

“Bby brother, please go to the dressing room.” the store owner pointed towards 2 rooms that are 30 meters away from the cashier.

“Thank you very much kak.” said Dilan and Jiya.

Then the two headed to the dressing room in a hurry because they wanted to go to the concert venue immediately.

5 minutes later the young couple came out, then Jiya and Dilan saw each other and laughed together because it was the first time they wore the same clothes.

After that, they left the store

heading to the American restaurant on the edge of the white sand beach using a motorbike.

When they arrived at the restaurant parking lot they got off the motorbike and headed into the restaurant to remove their stomachs that were rumbling from noon.

Finished eating the two also headed to the concert venue that had been crowded in the audience on foot.

Jiya and Alex hold hands to find a position that is fun watching their idol perform.

“Many yes,” says Jiya.

“Iya,” says Dilan.

Dilan's breath was so warm was felt on Jiya's cheek.

Suddenly Jiya turned towards her lover whose face was so close to her.