Nariswari - Toll Road to Love
The Strange Young Couple

I swear I want to vomit every time I see this silly scene in front of me, the scene of a young couple newlyweds who are pretentious romantic, and shown in front of the house.

“Ah, don't go, Natan!” shouted the beautiful girl dressed who had not finished sewn, uh already taken. “I'll be lonely.”

“I don't want to split either, Mimi. I promise, break time, I'll be back,” said the cool guy wearing a black cardigan. He lifted his wife's face.

I am the only one who can see. I thought this scene was only in a Korean movie that my college friends secretly watched in class. Or are they more like Michi and Yosirin in the Shincan series?!

“Kok terrible, huh? Want to vomit,” my whisper.

“Why him?” The young girl named Mimi glanced at me and gave a code to me. “Poor, yes?”

The brown-eyed man nodded, “Jomblo, sih.”

You stinking kid! Midget! My screams in my heart then ran to the office and ran away from the painful reality that I was single, while the boys who had just graduated from school had changed status.

After graduating diploma III with a study period of 2 years 6 months, which means I am not a spinster, still young enough to pursue dreams, money, and handsome husband to improve offspring. Graduated from a prestigious public university in the capital city of Central Java, then became unemployed for 4 months - quite proud, finally I was accepted to work at a company that is involved in the world of social media in the area of Pudak Payung, Semarang above, near the seller of sweet potatoes Cilembu-my favorite, and entered on the left of the road, and entered on the left, not on the main road. And destined to pay a small salary, then decided to move the boarding house near the office to eliminate the transportation budget.

The cost is in the hallway that can be entered 1 car and 3 motorcycles simultaneously, kosku became the most corner house before the empty house which of course there is a waiter. The facilities are a narrow yard, minimalist terrace, almost airtight living room, haunted bathroom, kitchen, and one mini room. The main room was controlled by the boarding house, while I was held by the warehouse and became the room that had just been swept and dipelnya.

At 07.55 WIB, I went to the office while observing the neighbor's house which was an average of minimalist, simple, and structural design, the roof was also saddle-shaped and five san, with a standard paint finish only, with a standard paint finish, except for two houses that draw my heart, make me dream, if only I could become the owner of one of these houses.

First, the house belonged to a strange newlywed couple, and second, a house with a mysterious high gate that made me almost crazy out of curiosity as to what the owner looked like.

The two-story house owned by a graduate of High School children, according to a trusted source of gossip, namely the boarding mother, is a gift from the father of the man, my head to the dizzy calculate the estimate of his wealth. They also have a carport filled with flamboyant cars in gold. Also mini gardens with swiss grass and white mini brush stones, then in the corner there is a yellow flower frangipani tree that gives a distinctive Balinese feel. And, in fact, many frangipani trees grow in white-cambodia flowers. Also some flowers with colorful flowers arranged in harmony.

The front part of the house, almost full of glass that adds to the impression of luxury, to protect the glass partition from the ferocity of the morning sun because this house faces the east-house of dreams, to protect the glass partition of the house, tritisan sort of architectural dak pushers outwards with unique columns propping up. Then the frame and the wall are finished with black swan paint. This house has a low fence, overgrown with vines, and rarely so from the outside, people can see the exterior and activities of the homeowner. I also messem-mesem, once seen can already see the character of this house. Understand the architect's son. Inner arrogant.

The house next door is high. I don't know how the apparition looked in front of his house, as well as the owner. From a distance I could only see the roof sloping one side forward, with the elongated congsol supporting it, and adding to the architectural impression. The gate is about 250 cm high, then there is tapered iron on it that is painted dark, while the gate itself, materialized concrete with black natural stone and then dicoating. Why would I know? Because every time I go home after work. I observed this view interest, not only observing, I sometimes stroked the material, and tapped it, to pay for the satisfaction of knowing the building materials, which were very different from my slum.

From the character of the house alone, I can already read what the shape of the owner. That is, their character. But I wonder the owner's face.

Every same hour, 07.55 WIB. I always get “konyol” scenes, scenes that make me want to vomit!

They are a strange couple, named Natan and Mimi, who fall in love every day. Gawk. If they want to be romantic, go ahead!

"But not in front of the house either!"

I feel sorry for my single mother who is still single to this day.

Besides, I always imagined the owner of this high gate house. Likewhat? Does it turn out to belong to om-om a bushy mustache with a triple stomach full of cholesterol? Or the old grandfather who has a gono-gini treasure and then married young? Or a prince in the millennial age who—

Disappointing! I also stepped up. Heartbreaker. Then the old man from behind said something. I turned.

These eyes found her eyes fleeting, she was pale-faced, slightly curly-haired, and slightly paced, wearing a slightly tangled black jacket, then combined with jeans and shirt that is also black to the tip of the foot.

It's been 31 days, I've finally found it. The neighbor's gate is high as in my imagination. I hope he's not a maid. But, looking at his clothes was a bit shabby, probably yes, while his handsome face was very unconvincing that he was a gardener and the like. My first meeting with him was in early June 2014. And I can only smile in silence. Then laugh all day. I'm crazy-Cost mom thinks I'm possessed by an empty house genie.

"Dorrr!"

I grimaced. My head was again pierced by the little devil who was now humming happily as if he had been waiting for the right time when I was off guard. The name of this little creature is Dodo. Slamet Widodo's. I don't know what his parents thought about naming this naughty creature with an antique name in 2014, while the names have now developed in the western style. Too bad for him, one day he'll get bullied.

Dodo is my office neighbor's son. He's a special kid. Sometimes when deserted, these evil thoughts come to avenge the evil of the Dodo. Like trying to pick out his ears. But, since this kid is innocent, knows nothing, I finally forgive - I don't know where my patience can go. Dodo often skipped school, the reason is sick - even if it hit people's heads, the pain is terrible. Therefore, he often plays in front of the office and then invites to play the cute Intan, the big boss's 4-year-old son. Intan's face copy paste from his father.

When I saw Dodo. I can't imagine having a child later, and being born special. Can I be as patient as Mother Dodo?

That special child has happiness and a world of his own. He is happy to bully people, such as slapping at will, stealing office door keys, then locking us from the outside, or will damage anything around him if his wishes are not met.

In addition to the cost of special children's school is more expensive than UKT, Dodo school learns about character and morals, Dodo also always undergo routine therapy, which if not use BPJS can choke Dodo parents. And the times he was in therapy, were our independence days.

Wanted me to have a child, and live in that house, the high gate neighbor's house that I met in early June - not as a neni or babu. I am so thankful that my neighbor wants to be his father. I messed up again.

"Dorrr!"

My head's pulsing. "It could leak later on this head!" my screams turned sharp. The little devil ran away laughing happily. He really ruined my imagination. My friends also showed their teeth to see this scene.

Why am I always the one being bullied?

"Patience, Ri. There will come a time when you have a super duper active child from the Dodo," said Suci, my wise office friend.

"Before that happened, my head was already leaking .. oh, no, maybe I'm not headed."

"Ngawur!" Sacred mesem-mesem. The others came smiling.

"So, I was ushered in by a guy, you know," my god immediately glanced at Suci. His eyes sparkled, like imagining a Korean movie scene, his nutritious intake of 4 healthy 5 perfect.

"Continuously?"

"Yes, his wife's coming with the donk!"

I grimaced too. This young mother managed to pinch my cheek. He knows enough I lied to him. Though the Korean imagination is already wandering.

In fact, my bulian was not as expected.