Love Choices Mas Duda
The Story of a Foreign Place

A cartoon-shaped balloon girl dressed in pink who co-existed with the bear, Jelita was so interested and wanted to grab it immediately. Without thinking the length of her tiny legs stepped touching the asphalt swinging across the road.

"DEK AWASS!!"

Not hearing the screams from the people around, all happened in the blink of an eye.

"Dadithy!"

The motorcyclist who passed in shock was not able to control the brakes grazed Jelita's body, the next second the driver of the oleng fell his motorcycle in the other direction. Jelita's body fell down her back hit her head and scratched her skin, her shock that made her body balance her legs like a paralyzed can not avoid slapping the asphalt ended unconscious.

Her ears slurped the crowd of people carrying Jelita, blood staining her dress.

Don't know what's going on anymore. Instantly forgetting her pain, Jelita opened her eyelids already in a foreign place.

"DIRTYDIRTY,,,! OMA,,!! AUNT OMA!! GRANDPA LEO!! MISS AFRINDA,,!! YELP!! Where are you??!!"

Jelita called out names one by one of the people close to her, running in the dark room without a corner made her fear. He fell down, but why didn't he hurt?

"Jelita."

Gasps stepped back who called out to him in the obscure room. Instantly the white light shone and an adult woman emerged from it dressed in a clean white long dress while smiling at her.

"This isn't what's in the photo in my room? Mother Araz?" his murmur asked himself still continued to look at his astonishment and then remember again his fear had disappeared and changed his curiosity.

"Byok playing with Mommy, sweetie."

Her voice was melodious and her smile was beautifully dazzling, without feeling Jelita returned the woman's helping hand and walked beside her. It feels comfortable and peaceful.

Sitting on his lap while inhaling the scent of flowers blooming in front of them at this moment, a faint smile felt beautiful as flowers were tucked between his earlobes. Not hard a pair of butterflies perched on the waist of his hand, the mother just gave the order and semus implemented. Exclaims for joy when her bunda put on her a crown made of flower roots coiled above her head.

Chasing his bunch around the pool and jokingly reflecting from the clear water of the pool, The expression of praise from his bunch made his smile expand.

Flushing each other, the two jokingly joked, just one touch their bodies were dry without any dryer.

Carrying Jelita around in circles to keep it from falling.

There was no darkness, everything was bright and a very beautiful place surrounded by colorful z-colored flowers there were flying butterflies dancing on its petals. There was no night or day, no hunger and thirst, no one stared at him sharply. Jelita really liked the atmosphere in this place, whether there was a mother who was hugging her lying on the green grass.

"Jelita doesn't want to go home?"

"No, I want to stay here with you." This is what I want now.

"Your father calls you, my dear. She misses you so much."

"Dad, I'm scared."

Jelita was silent listening to the enticement to go home, she continued to refuse. Until where he was taken to the place at the beginning he met his mother.

"Why are we here again, Mother?"

Standing pecked as if something was blocking his steps to get close to his mother. Mommy slowly moves away with that smile that will be remembered for her entire life. Looking back at her father's voice calling her name, Miss Frind's voice called her name. But the guy didn't show up.

"Go home, Jelita, the time is up. Be happy with someone who will take care of you there, we're over."

"Mother!" Jelita screamed but the white light carried her mother away.

Araz left his daughter back where she should be, this mother and son have come a long way. Anyone could not reach him, he borrowed that soul for a moment. The soul of a person who is greatly missed, nature grants in such a way.

"Jelita ayok!"

That voice of his father again did not appear out of nowhere. Following the direction of the light that illuminated his gaze, the brighter the light he closed his eyes as if being pulled from that place with a happy feeling of having been content to play off longing with his mother.

Waking up with no clear recollection of his dream, his long sleep led him to meet his mother. Let these memories be crushed in his heart, later in adulthood the dream will be repeated in the memories he has been able to understand.

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