MY LOVELY, SAHARA
30. Immediate LDR

"Geez, I'm so scared!" Sinta hugged the Sahara. Moreover, the girl went to where they made a pact with Devon. Come to think of it, they are now cousins and the Sahara is more comfortable being close to her as it is, as brothers.

"Not seen in a few days!" sibir Sahara, but never ceases to smile. By the way, he missed his school that was far from the problem and spiteful girls like Sonia and Ririn. His old friends are suave and who are clearly far from the type of guy as shady as Baron who likes to spend money pennies.

"Devon, why are you in the first place?" Seru Sinta's. Moreover, Devon only kept silent while looking at the Sahara.

"In order to worry about God's most beautiful creature," he muttered involuntarily making Sahara immediately choke. They sat next to him and Devon stared at him.

"Lo's okay?" devon asked involuntarily thrusting his drinking water. Though in front clearly Sahara has a drink of her own.

"Ehm, cie. So sweet this impromptu brother," cried Sinta as if reviving Devon at his status.

"Dear, when you fit in!" rian exclaimed making the two grimace awkwardly.

"Lo doesn't have a girlfriend yet, does he? Yesterday's guy wasn't your girlfriend, was he?" ask Sinta with memicing even though he himself knows the answer to his question. Where maybe the Sahara does not have anything, let alone them to the stage of the road together. Just as Devon had never even been on the road together, only this time as an impromptu brother.

"I'm the same Cakra temen deket. And we don't actually know two days a day, but it's been since I was eight." Sahara really.

Devon listened carefully, he had guessed. The Sahara is not an approachable type of person if it doesn't take years to get to know.

"But you guys are more like lovers, don't tell me he likes you." This time Rian argued.

"Hm yeah, it seems like we like each other" Sahara replied.

"But the problem is a lot of admirers of the secret of Cakra, so for now we are still calm. Afraid that some fires kept me in the sand. Yesterday I was accused of being the same senior caper, fortunately I did not bother bajaj."

Sintia and Rian chuckled at the Sahara.

"Lo's there to evil?" worry Devon. Compared to Sinta and Rian who seemed relaxed in responding to the Sahara, Devon tended to worry. Maybe because of the effect of love that had bloomed before.

"Lumayan!" sahara's reply certainly made the three people there surprised.

"Move oy move, just come back here again with us-we, " said Sinta to pump.

"Look, so stove!" rian's sweat.

"I'm all-purpose, too, ay!"

The kangen meeting lasted two hours, had a casual chat with each other and lastly they traveled around Ambarawa until night.

It's not too late because at about nine o'clock, Sahara and Devon go home. Sagara is waiting at Devon's parents' house.

"Aren't you looking, Ga? Very cool mom if you and Sahara nginep here."

"Next time, Ma! rarely here, want to see Kinara's house first," said Sagara.

Sagara and his daughter came home, about half ten to a simple house with a cool rustic feel. Previously, Sahara wanted to stay at the orphanage, but seeing papa as uncomfortable finally relented. Choosing to go home to the relics of his grandparents, said Sagara.

"Why do you know that Oma's house and mama deket same parlour," murmured Sahara when entering the house that looks comfortable and cool. The view of the rice field at the end of the road, the cold air of the night as if to be a tranquil song.

"This house even though you often visit almost once a month, or at the longest if you are busy for three months. Always beautiful and comfortable."

"Why are we meeting now, Dad?" The Sahara puffed up, looking up at the sky from the terrace of the house that contained amben, a bed made of bamboo.

"No papa, Pa! Regrets always come back, but we must also know that behind it all there is beautiful wisdom. I met Ms. Arimbi, Madam Asih, Wahyu, Nana and others. I also became acquainted with Aunt Kinanti and Cakra."

Hearing Kinan and Cakra's name makes Sagara remember something.

"Do you like the chakras?"

"What do you think? so far we're still friends" I'm Sahara.

"Cakra is good, he also takes care of you really and according to papa fits you. It's just, you think you're too young to be in a relationship. He's got to prove that it's worth hanging out with this papa princess." Sagara commented with a smile, it seems like the decision to make both parents Cakra turn over was the right thing despite the retreat of Lendra outside his plan.

"Colder, let's go in! You're still laper, would you like to order some food?" sagara.

Sahara shook her head, "later fat again." Sagara laughs.

"Where is fat, not if fat already from yesterday-yesterday. Your friends say you eat a lot" Sagara's tease makes Sahara smile in shame.

Satisfied with the joke, the father and son went into the house to rest their bodies.

One morning Sahara woke up, this early she had disappeared from the house just before Sagara woke up. The Sahara takes a short shower before finally getting ready for a walk, a walk for sure.

Not to the mall, not to the tourist attractions but to the rice fields. Sahara until down to the tampang for the sake of seeing a golden yellow tinge of the sun starting to rise though timid.

"Cool uy his picture!"

Czechoslovak...

Sahara used her mobile phone to aim for the view around the house.

Send!

On a whim he sent a picture message to Cakra in the morning blind.

"Assalamu'alaikum candidate for imam." That's how it is, Sahara until giggled to imagine the face of Cakra baper bin flushed. Doshe her?

But the message is certainly not just a joke because basically in the heart of the Sahara mengamaikan own speech.

"Waalaikumsalam the future wife."

Checkmate! They don't talk, they just exchange messages. Make the Sahara cheeks flushed like a tomato that is ripe.

"Aikaura!" maybe when he was near he would shout Cakra as a sign of protest. Unfortunately, they are now having an impromptu LDR. Makes growing longing in the heart.

"Ah Cakra, early in the morning make a baper!" dumelnya itself while walking through the rice field. It was as if the left right rice plant came down to hear his chatter. Though mah is clear, from the beginning of the Sahara that codain Cakra through messages.

The sound of shaking his phone back made Sahara stop. Apparently Cakra sent him a pictorial message.

Pap to ayang, please,

"God this is serious tea she's wearing a sarong!" Sahara smiles herself at the photo that Cakra sent. The photo where the young man was still wearing a sarong after his dawn prayer half an hour ago.