MY LOVELY, SAHARA
Chapter 9 - Things to miss

Cakra stared at the ceiling of his rented room and then switched to mobile phone wallpapers that were still adorned with the face of ayu Sahara, then why did the face move? It was on the wall, on the pillow, on the table even in front of him. However, it did not last long as Cakra rubbed his eyes, trying to resuscitate the face disappeared instantly.

"Ck!" pissed off. The shadow of the Sahara appears everywhere whereas the Cakra is already quite tormented with the accumulated longing and the Sahara that continues to run tirelessly in her mind.

Sitting back, the matter of longing has succeeded in making Cakra tormented. Choosing to look at the chicken piggy bank that several months of this Cakra fill twice as much as usual.

Tarrs...

The clay piggy bank broke, making the contents of the paper blue, red, green, even gray scattering. In the middle of the night getting late, Cakra was busy counting sheet after sheet of his piggy bank.

"A hundred, two hundred, four hundred, six hundred, a million two hundred...." Cakra kept counting the money until it almost touched the two million mark less.

"Many lot," he muttered with a happy smile. He put all the money in the black crackle bag he took from the kitchen.

"Mama must have gone to sleep" he murmured slowly. Had opened Kinanti's room and sure enough, his mother was slumbering without wearing a blanket.

Cakra entered, he covered Kinanti's body with a blanket until half of the body then squatted to look at the face of his mother who slept on her side.

"As long as you are happy, Cakra will not mama maksa back again with Papa," he murmured slowly before returning to his own room.

Cakra went out and closed the door of Kinanti's room and then returned to the room. Put the bag into a small bag that is on the nightstand and then lay down his body to sleep.

Sundays should be what young people do is a walk, either just healing out or hanging out. However, Cakra must be busy helping Kinanti make catering orders considering that her mother now works alone.

"Ma, what's this taken?" ask Cakra on a pile of cardboard filled with rice complete with chicken and his friends.

"Later taken, keep that cardboard you bring to the expedition huh?" her door.

"Okay, Ma." Cakra lifted it then put a cardboard containing sugar oil and ready-made kitchen spices into the trunk of the car. Cakra has also started to be able to drive cars, only for the distance around Semarang.

"Be careful, don't speed!"

"Yes, Ma. I stopped by Rival's place" he exclaimed before getting in the car and leaving.

"okay."

Cakra opted for a mobile phone booth first, looking around for cheap phones that cost around one and a half million. Not an expensive phone, but Cakra hopes the Sahara does not refuse to give from him.

"For the sake of my love for you Sahara" he murmured softly. Cakra has also activated his mobile number, he even keeps his number there and wraps it back and sends it to the Sahara along with a package from his mother.

After making sure the package is safe and arriving immediately. Cakra stopped by Rival's house, he had permission for Kinanti to play there.

"Wehhhh, take the car." Welcome Rival with a big smile.

"Yoi, while studying. It's okay, so you can take people's children's paths," he said.

"Yok in, into the room."

The two young men then went upstairs where Rival's room was. There is no doubt, because Cakra and Rival have been friends since Junior High School until now have sat in the third grade of High School.

"Sit down first, it happens that Papa and Mama are out of town again, you can stay here. Pull me alone" complained Rival. He went down to the kitchen to make a drink for Cakra.

Not long after, go up again with a nap in hand. Two canned drinks and snacks do not forget water for their friends both ma bar.

"So play?" cakra Exclamation raise eyebrows. Because what looks Rival even busy scrolling video reel people on the instastory.

Many selebgram impromptu with a view of many of the various kinds of videos interesting the results of their creations. Then Rival's gaze glared when he saw the reel with the sound of JJ shoot that belonged to someone.

"It looks like the Sahara, doesn't it? The problem is I just saw once not so poultice," exclaimed Rival once again.

"Where?" billiards Cakra.

"Now, look at yourself." Rival gave his phone away.

Cakra immediately glared, clearly he knew who the girl was. And Cakra knew exactly that it was the Sahara, visible from the necklace that Cakra gave used to adorn his neck.

"Sahara," muttered Cakra in disbelief. More disbelief again when examining the account that mengup photos of the girl. Apparently not just one, even many candid photos of Sahara there.

"Sia lan," furious Cakra was upset and jealous, let alone Sahara looking beautiful in the photos and obviously the account did not belong to the Sahara, the account belonged to a man named Devonrace.

"Patience, patience pan tatnya wide," exclaimed Rival rubbed the shoulder of Cakra. Trying to help dampen the emotions of his best friend.

"I was sprained, yesterday my feelings were not answered," his grunts like a labil lain in love.

"The patient." Again Rival also ran out of words, could not do anything but spread Cakra.

Cakra is increasingly unsettled, lest the Sahara there already has a boyfriend, until it does not respond to his love. Don't-don't...

Picking his hair frustrated, tonight finally Cakra chose to stay at Rival's house.

***

Monday morning, Sagara stared at the home address Cakra had given him. He even forgot that having an appointment would help and visit the parlor.

"Love Mommy?" sagara murmured with her eyes closed. The Ambarawa area reminded him of his late wife, Kinara.

"Am I going there, guys?" think Sagara.

"I haven't visited Kinara's village in a long time, either" she said.

He then asked Lendra to face, only five minutes the father of Cakra had arrived in his room.

"Yes, Sir?" ask Lendra.

"Take me to Ambarawa, to the orphanage!" sagara's orders are immediately taken by Lendra.

While Sagara's office job leave it to Nadia.

The white SUV drove quickly from Semarang City to Ambarawa. Lendra brought Sagara according to the address listed. Entering the village, Lendra even had to repeatedly ask local residents. Until finally entered a spacious yard and a simple but large house. More like a guesthouse when viewed from the front.

Asih's mother looks for Arimbi in the garden, because the guest asked to meet the owner of the parlor directly. Some children are in school, so the state of the home is quite quiet.

Arimbi washed his hands and feet and rushed into the house to welcome guests who came.

Deg.

Arimbi's heart beat faster, he froze on the spot looking at who the guests were coming.

"Nagura!"

" Arimbi?" Sagara was startled, while Lendra stared at their bewildered turns.