Nariswari - Toll Road to Love
Meet the Village Preman

Earlier, the,

Before the beginning of 2015. I met Nathan quite often by accident. At first I thought because we were neighbors, we met often.

I chased a red hot air balloon with Intan's white polka-dot pattern that flew when the Dodo accidentally flew it. Finally Intan cried. Then the big boss who glanced at me with implied code, I ran spontaneously. Because the frail and light body in the office is only my owner. Yeah, hopefully the boss gave me more incentive for helping her momong Intan!

Like a ninja, I chased that damn balloon, and then it got stuck in a tree. I pray the balloon let it erupt, or dibondol tuyul for toys. But not granted.

"Where are you going?"

I was shocked and pointed up. The brown-haired man glanced at the cheesy balloon stuck in the acacia tree. Then he rubbed his lips. I thought he'd act like a sprightly power ranger helping with the gallant climbing of a tree. He's breathing.

"I bought a new one, yeah."

I then gawked. The micin generation! It wants instant! Then I immediately refused. I took off my black ninja sandals, ready to climb.

Crazy one! This tree has no trunk, fortunately in the village since childhood, I am famous for helping guava, and even without a tree trunk though, miraculously I can achieve it!

"Hey, no! You fell down." Nathan looked worried.

I laugh. "Just relax, I'm better than the monkeys at Goa Kreo."

He also looked round. Still can't believe it. I also showed my dexterity hanging on a lush tree that branched. Screaming he folded his forehead, like worry. I smile. He doesn't know, I'm a coastal kid, but I often garden to climb langsats, cloves, guava, mango, rambutan, and monkey guava. I often even fall asleep in the trees.

I also grabbed this damn balloon. Then happily show it to my once-crazy neighbor, "I made it."

Natan smiles.

I also stepped on the branches of the tree. Then.

This white polka-dot red balloon was also related to a wooden fracture next to my right hand. Only a few seconds. Balloon is say good bye.

"It's just a balloon" comforted Nathan. I'm still whining. My eyes glazed. "Let's buy you a new one."

I also nodded sadly. Nathan is gone. I then stopped. Forgetting a thing. Since when did my crazy neighbor become care like this?

I didn't go straight home at the office, but I went off course, about to interrupt the work time to buy siomay from real mackerel, 99% flour, and 1% mackerel.

My afternoon to the office. I was shocked to see the office was no longer like an office, but turned into a paud. Intan and Dodo were busy playing, pushing up the nearly twenties of balloons.

"Natan it, is he actually a koke'-koke'-vendor of balloons and children's games."

"What magic do you use, suddenly the balloon is so Intan spawned so much?" goda Aziz, a plontos-headed office friend.

"That's kage bunshin no jutsu."

"Oh, I thought I'd be using the magic of the canuragan."

"narr ... Nar ... 1 balloon alone has made our office rich hit by atomic bombs know, add 20 balloons, this is like the end of the second world war." Again Saints are so hyperbole in expression. Just say you want to take some home

the balloon made her husband's son at home.

I also rubbed my chin. What if I sell a quarter of this balloon? Money is good for buying side dishes. My inner self, smiling cynically. Take advantage of the opportunity, there is a smooth all!

After the tragedy on the acacia tree. Continues on the episode of the thriller genre, pursued by village thugs.

In the past, in the village I had a little friend from the orok to the bangkotan, his name was Halima, or what I used to praise Halime jande dude.

The child whose posture is below average, is so afraid of these village thugs. His head was bald, his mouth was barking, his body was stocky, and his voice was hoarse. He is a goose. Not like in the Barbie movies! Lake Swan!

Every time we squeezed it out with the goose, Halima went straight to hide on my back, telling the way first. I don't know now what he's still afraid of, no, what is clear is that little Halima is now a young tentor, the idol of her students.

But this isn't about Halima and the goose. But about the bald thugs that were near my office. Every time through the office. There is a fairly wide RTH and swamps are not large enough, so some geese on this highway sometimes appear on the big road.

Then I found out after work, there was a bad man who was being chased by a goose. Yes, he is ... Nathanie?

Not playing, he ran away like crazy, then shouted. Makes me instantly iilfeel. The swan chased after him, then pecked his ass. I didn't stop laughing at the silliness live in front of me. I want to record this tragedy and then I upload it on youtube. But, my hapeku lobet. I'm sure he won't show his handsome face after being dropped by a fowl.

Then.

Nathan turned around, and he ran towards me. I'm kind of in shock. I took off my black ninja sandals. And.

With the ninja. Kind of throwing shuriken. I threw the village thug, but missed, even Natan was the victim. He stopped immediately too. The ducks are still pecking at him. I also threw the remaining sandals. This time it worked. About that white goose head. I smiled with satisfaction.

Given my earlier prowess in throwing a neighbor mango or memappe'- use a slingshot and rubber to throw a target.

And.

The damn goose even fiercely ran towards me. I also spot the heart, run split, shame, people on the street watching me. Fortunately, before being hit by a pat, immediately the goose owner came to tame it swiftly giving him the ration he sowed on the ground.

I'm sober. Have run so far, even a little far through my boarding alley. And just remember, my ninja slippers, left by the swamp.

I also found Natan who was wailing at the swamps.

"Wine goose?" manya taunt him.

Natan shocked. Asked condition.

"Still alive, take it easy, there is no history of people dying from being pecked by ducks, unless they are beaten by ducks while running to the highway and being run over by truck cars. Well, that's." I laugh. "See my slippers?" Switching topics.

Natan shakes. He was ashamed of the tragedy. I should be ashamed too.

"This is also what I'm looking for. The sandals next to it fell in the swamp." Nathan pointed in front.

"Damn it, tuh, duck!" my makiku picked up the sandals that went into the swamp that was around the weeds.

I now smell the distinctive smell of these swamps. Thankfully, there is no culture. "You see me again, tuh, duck. I cut, deh!" I pulled out my fangs.

Nathan laughed.

I glanced at him too. "Why are you being chased? Idle, huh? Until I teased the duck?"

Natan smiles. He's scratching. Telling the chronology of the story, she accidentally shocked the goose as she crossed the street. I too am a mangosteen.

"The numbers are man."

"Know where? You guys met before the fight, played a chase like an Indian movie?"

Nathan laughed again. "His body is big, gallant, and leaning forward, his neck is also longer, there is a rounder window above his beak, his voice is also louder."

I then clapped my hands while wearing my sandals that were still wet, while the new pair was given Natan.

"Well, you know a lot! Could it be that you were a duck-billed man, or a butcher, or a duck-billed herder?" I pointed at his face.

He laughed again. For some reason every time I responded to her comment, she was always like that. Though my guyonan, right, dimeh. His standard of humor is cheap!

"Why don't you keep the kids busy?" ask me to change the topic, glancing at it with a smile.

"Huh? The kid?"

I'm nodding. His face looked stupid.

"Yes a child." I messed up, shut up. "Duck boy."

"Make what?"

"Yes, keep you busy. Busy being pecked because of her jahilin. If you are bored. Just cut it! Smart, right?"

Natan glanced at me, her brows furrowed.

"Guyon-guyon-in. Seriously very, anyway. Not very serious."

Nathan nodded innocently.

"Are there any ideas?!" I'm kind of yelling. Nathan looked curious. "What if you keep fish in an aquarium."

"Pain-"

"Yes. Let's keep you busy forgetting the past."

"You know what fish?"

"Fish catfish like unique placed in the aquarium." I smiled at him.

I saw his face cut. I don't know if he's so innocent! I then shadowed the foolish imagination, how to feed catfish in accurium from the results of individual defecation.

I went back to the real world, heard him. He scratched his head. Then back to tell about swans, in a country of 4 seasons like in England. The story is complete, like he's been there. And it's not impossible actually.

He said the goose, if it's winter, will immigrate to the South, in summer it will return to the North. Then they will fly to form a formation of the letter V. Because the place to go will be fast and lighter. They can fly 71% further than going alone.

If any member of the V formation is sick, it will soon be replaced by a goose beside it. And they will sing to give spirit.

Apparently Nathan can speak smart too. My mind glanced at him. While walking home.

"It could be like that, huh?"

Natan shocked. "Huh? Doesn't everyone know about that?"

I look stupid. I don't know. And I'm not a person? I don't know about swans 4 seasons. All I know is, the goose or the village thug, who pecked at Halima.

And I thought birds were criminals!

"There's one more thing!" He turned. Then smile. "They are monogamous animals. She will love her partner to the end, she will produce eggs only from her partner."

I'm mangosteen. This animal is romantic too. Like suffering.

"That's how you're like a goose, huh?"

"Huh?" Eyebrows wrinkling.

I turned around, then glanced. "Yes. Yes, you will live with a Mimi." I'm sophistication. Then shut your mouth. He just looked down inside.

I regretted having erased his past. Which he painstakingly treated.

Nathan remained silent. Just speechless. He was silent until we got home to our destination. Unlike a swan, going out together makes the trip longer - 71% longer!

And I feel guilty again.

Maybe Natan is learning to apply throw the ex in his place, but I'm picking up traces of his ex's memory. Stupid me!

That's my weird friendship with Nathan.

If you say like. I think I think it's more like a clown or a roving monkey mask making antique circuses, and a dime so he laughs every time he meets.

It turns out that my madness got him sidetracked from his world.