Love Choices Mas Duda
Speech From the Clown Father

Today the therapy began to prepare Jelita for his father implemented, in a way and concept that has been arranged. Mental condition that has begun to improve, interested in talking again, want to walk and do other body activities. Alternately Afrinda sometimes Miss Syeni and nurse nurse, Gharda still rejected always crying Jelita ended every look there around the room.

"Is this gonna work?" Gharda was still nervous about repeating the same question.

"We try slowly, it is not possible to succeed just one try," said Afrinda was a bit upset.

They are both sitting on the terrace of one of the houses of a father who works as a clown, today will learn to be Jelita's favorite clown role.

A middle-aged lung man emerged from inside the house carrying a plastic bag of clown costume storage. Putting out one by one is placed on the floor that has been covered with foam mats, then explain one about the costumes and materials that may be less liked with the body Gharda.

"So you're in his costume, son," the clown father kindly invited. Gharda turned her head briefly towards Afrinda, Afrinda said smilingly in support.

She comfy? Sure didn't. Oath by whatever it is is is thick and hot, the feathers that make it uncomfortable, the hat and the light-colored wigs that make his head heavy, the oversized shoes on his feet make it hard to walk, the, the vivid colorful costumes made his eyes ache, not to mention having to practice magic and imitate the voice of others and the style of speech like a clown. It was all definitely unusual for a boss entrepreneur like him to do it, but warmly he missed his daughter's embrace. It's for Jelly.

Staring at the reflection of himself in the mirror is complete to choose the costume he will wear, hopefully he can do it.

Afrinda smiled with satisfaction, the first step was done. Continuing to observe and follow the direction of the clown father, almost desperate not focus to learn simple magic tricks that are usually done by the father in front of him.

Resting for a moment, Gharda leaned against the wall of the father's house. Afrinda joins the gaffer preparing for lunch, the typical pleasant person can all be easy to Afrinda approaching to invite a chat.

"Do you want this one or this one?" Appointing Afrinda to two kinds of side dishes this afternoon, Gharda just received Afrinda's treatment on her. Pour the rice onto his plate, arrange the side dishes and vegetables and hand them to him..Yes, it is served. All that did not escape the attention of Gharda who had smiled faintly not realized Afrinda.

"Sorry, the menu is just this."

"It's okay, sir. This alone is more than enough" Gharda said heartily.

"Oh yes, I'm just curious about this. You two a couple of girlfriends or a husband and wife?"

The father laughed loosely, it felt nostalgic when he was young. "So you guys are?"

"I'm Jelita's father and this is her teacher at school" Gharda explained. Of course before meeting today, Afrinda had already told him her true purpose.

The Father laughed again this time to tease this lovebirds. "But you fit in" said the spontaneous father.

Uhuk!! Afrinda choked, quickly Gharda thrusting drinking water. "The food."

Afrinda snorted, her face blushed there was a sense of something rustling when she heard the father's words.

"Love can come anytime and anywhere, with circumstances like the two of you this is also a chance of love is present very large. Do not let you do not realize your feelings, the next first the same as the other it hurts. Just sorry!"

For a moment of awkwardness, the clown father smiled. Lunch is over, time to go again.

Gharda can't be a perfect clown, the father will come tomorrow and will bring the same spare costume that Gharda will wear.

On the way the two remained silent, precisely Afrinda who dodged whenever Gharda wanted to talk.

"Frin."

"Y-iya, sir," said Afrinda stammered just looking straight ahead.

"Don't think of what Mr. Clown said, if you don't feel it" Gharda said in his sentence.

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