LOVE SHOOT FOR KIM DAE JUNG
PAST TRUST

Uwa Nuri after praying isya, he returned to the kitchen, continued the order cake for haqiqahan the local hamlet chief's son, in the kitchen there was already Anna who mixers the dough, and there is a, while Rasti watches the cake that is baked in the oven. Looking at her bangs, the woman was shrouded in haru, despite having no children from her own womb, but she could feel a complete mother with the presence of her bangs.

"Everything's almost done, the last remaining dough roast, a little more. After that you eat and then rest." Her speech.

Anna who remembered Bu Minah's story immediately asked Uwa Nuri.

"Uwa, since Bu Minah came here, he said there are people who look rich come to wonder about the late grandfather, and our family."

Uwa Nuri was surprised. "Is he coming to our house?"

"No, Wa. It's just in Bu Minah." Anna replied with her hand still turning the mixer.

Uwa Nuri was silent, something that he had forgotten had been imagined in his mind, a trust that had been handed over to be maintained so that all were connected properly according to the wishes of his late father, Lambau.

"Is this a sign." Lirih Uwa Nuri in heart.

"Do you know about that?" Anna asked curiously.

Surprised, Uwa Nuri stammered.

"No, no, son. You finish this dough.uwa enter the room first to find a balm." Uwa Nuri replied.

Anna just nodded.

Uwa Nuri rushed to her room, closed the door tightly, she opened the partly weathered wardrobe, looking for something in the deepest part, something she had kept for years when the time came, he will show it to the entitled.

" Where, O God. Did I forget where to put it." His grunts fumbled at the end of the closet.

"Alhamdulillah, until now this is still durable." His words rubbed the can of his father's legacy.

"Very missed the late father."

"What's this, huh? This must be very important to you because I'm the one who told you." Mumbled.

the clear droplets were dripping down both of his cheeks, a very heavy longing for the father who was very well known.

Mr. Lambau was one of the fighters in his area, against the Dutch army of his time, a man who was unafraid of the terrible sound of firearms. A figure who was also very much feared by the Dutch soldiers. Therefore, until now, their families are very reluctant because the name of Mr. Lambau is always remembered by the people in the land of Luwu.

It was like to open the can, Uwa Nuri was so curious about the contents, but because of her great respect for the father, she undoes her intentions, because there are more entitled, and it is not her.

"What do you mean by connected father, huh? Is treasure? Or what? and what does this have to do with Anna?" Uwa Nuri is confused.

"When you say you first, it will soon happen. Thinking about this secret, my head was totally dizzy, my balm was where, yeah." His murmurs were massaging his head.

Uwa Nuri put the round tin back in her closet and went back to the kitchen to monitor her two daughters.

"How, Na, the cake is ripe" Uwa Nuri tried to trick.

Anna who saw Uwa Nuri struggling strangely,mm arousing suspicion, Uwa Nuri is a type of person who is very expressive in acting, as a ponakan who since birth knows his wife, Uwa Nuri, of course he understands very well every attitude of tantenya.

"It's got to be something." Lirih Anna who occasionally stole the view in Uwa Nuri.

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