Nariswari - Toll Road to Love
Tattoo of a Natan Spider

I happy. Happy to see the luxury that Nathan presents. It was like being in a palace, and I used to be just a shepherd boy. Everyone is happy except those who are jealous. We moved house. Also moved from the neighbor's high gate. I feel bad. He was married, but sometimes remembered. And, when I was with Natan yesterday, I forgot about June. So weird!

Nathan, the son of a rich man, is the owner of one of his papa companies. He is the owner who often berleha-leha, just a few times to look at his company, the rest is handled by his trusted people. That's what makes it look like unemployment.

I resigned too. And live in a two-story luxury house, with a high gate, architectural fashion, with a balcony overlooking a large street. Our house is on S Street. Parman, Semarang down. The house is decorated with four sturdy pillars and a large, white paint finish, which adds to the luxurious impression, to support the dak that pushes out to protect the building from overhangs and sunlight.

Nathan often gave me flowers and chocolates. Until now I don't know, why do women like these two things? Though if you often see and eat it, it certainly will not be delicious anymore, but ennek!

Can't I keep up with Natan's rhythm? Am I being too stiff?

"Blower...!" her screams carried roses like a traveling florist. I just cleared my throat to accept it. Sighs. Now, not only be a drama spectator, but be the character! Should I throw up? Or swallow my own vomit in honor of him who became my husband? Huh ... husband?! It feels so weird!

"Nat, tomorrow bring carrion flowers, flowers***chicken, or flowers of seven shapes." I laughed to melt the atmosphere. He looked stupid. "I like the extreme."

He was still silent, confused at my door.

"Keep, don't chocolate anymore! That chocolate can melt, but just love the brick." I smile.

And his face was still confused. Ouch, Nathan! He confused the joke, and my codes?!

I left him still wrestling with my jokes. Then surround this palace.

I always clicked the smell of tapping on this white pillar, estimating the price of reinforced concrete these pillars. The fence is even given a white natural stone finish that is dicoating in harmony with the color of the house.

It's all so amazing. Natan also pampered me with luxury, ranging from fashion, beauty care, food, shopping, fun, and everything I wanted she would give. This is the dream of every woman. She also understands more about skin care, fashion, accessories, and everything, than I am a woman. I'm ashamed of it. Is he really a man?

I can also eat all the foods I used to love since childhood like pizza, burgers, pasta, hot dogs, kebabs, sushi, ice cream, pie, chocolate pudding and much more. Be aware. That is the fate of Kere. I am now Maria Carey, no longer Maria Kere. I retired yeay!

I often brought Natan to luxury places, ranging from 5-star Hotel in Crowne Plaza Semarang Hotel in Chinatown area, Youth street, this hotel is integrated with Paragon City Mall. According to the brochure, it has complete facilities, with 270 rooms, the best and satisfactory service, the cost is certainly expensive, almost a million for one VIP special night and the building is architectural.

Or he invited me to eat at restaurants like The Tavern, which is the price for the menu at least 200 thousand, with a beautiful outdoor dining at night because of the flickering lights of the population, he said, then to Goodfellas in the area of Gajah Mungkur, if here, this restaurant has an architectural interior. Then to S2 Sisingamangaraja who looked like an elite hotel, Nestcology, Nesto The Bistro, The Harvest, Eastman Bowery, and Rustico that I often lyricized while still a freshman - just to learn architecture of course. No, now destiny brings me here. And another restaurant I forgot its name.

I just found out, this is how the seven-descended rich enjoy life and spend money. Although

I enjoy it too, but it's a real shame it's always there. Because out there, on the line, in a fancy car, to a hotel, restaurant, or a mole, a lot of parents and little kids are so deprived, and I saw myself first, when a child has to pick cloves, chased by dogs in the garden to fall at times, fishing fish mujair until the finger is punctured hook, hooked, or every school holiday carrying a sack of durian keeps going a long way to find an ojek on the highway.

Didn't Natan think about their fate?

I can eat this it's a lot, like Nobita who has Doraemon. Then, is Nathan like Doreamon, granting my request? How not to connect?!

There was nothing else I could do but eat and sleep. Because all the work is done by the maid. And, I almost died of exhaustion because most of the sleep, if in the past, I was half-dead from work, now I live like I'm just lazing. Fortunately I also have a skinny gene, so even if anyone eats it, it's still skinny!

And thankfully .. saturday and Sunday are times for college and refreshing. But, honey, Natan always asks to go home after class. I barely have time with my friends, everything I spend with him.

"This is all mine?" tanyaku. I look at the cupboard almost full of glass measuring 320x50x210 cm, with 6 door leaves painted duco side. Nathan smiled very well.

I can only swallow. How stunning! But, this is a severe waste! On the left side, all the fashion pretty Korean dresses that make me goosebumps see it. Most of them are you can see clothes. I mocked him you can see my ketek.

In the middle, lined with beautiful shoes ranging from Cinderella-style, to the fashion of a cute Japanese girl Harajuku. I'm dizzy to see this sight.

"Cobain, man!" Natan picked up a transparent glass shoe that had a splint effect decoration.

"Although it's been in manicure, pedicure every day, these legs won't be as pretty and tapers as Cinderella." I scowled at the feet of Natan, who was prettier than me. His legs are small, feather-free, and there are no veins. It may also be only 36. Me being? 39! With big calves like gardeners in the mountains. Besides, I'm better suited to wearing ninja sandals to bring out the shuriken style if Natan is pecked by a duck again.

Nathan just laughed. He kept telling me to wear the shoes I wanted to secretly sell. "Tuh, gorgeous! It can be worn to a party." He muttered brightly.

I just smiled thinly. Nathan opened the last cupboard. I'm short of breath again. Berbrand bags, with expensive smells, as well as all accessories. I almost cried it made. Fatigue lebai! I screamed in my heart.

I can't keep up with the rhythm of her life! I was breathing.

"You don't like it, do you?"

Huh huh?

I laughed too. Pretend happy. Honestly, this isn't all my style!

In fact, I fell in love with Natan's clothes in her closet, her clothes were neat, casual, and formal, then there was a dark and pastel suit, a denim jacket, a dapper shirt, a short and long t-shirt, a blazer, jeans cool and berbrand, also his shoes, boots, kets, sports, leather shoes, and fashion shoes that I do not know his name. I was weird. Was it me and Nathan, souls that were switched?

"Nathan?" call me defect. Nathan is approaching.

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Your clothes are cool."

A little while Natan glanced, then nodded, "Keep your clothes in the closet?"

"Yes, you're wearing it!" I laughed hitting his shoulder. He's staring stupidly. "I'm kidding." He then exhaled. "But I'm serious. I'm wearing your clothes, yeah."

"Uhm, yes. But, your clothes are on the cake, too, yeah."

"Yes, I'll wear it at home." Forced already!

"Huh?"

I glanced at Nathan's face so funny. He then approached to pick up his brown shirt from the closet.

"It's good, isn't it?" tanyakanya.

I'm nodding. Also the choice of Nathan. I'd love to try it. He then immediately changed his clothes, immediately I turned my eyes away.

Then I turned around again. Turns out he's not done yet. Then there was a black mark behind his left upper shoulder. It's the size of a lime. I'm curious.

"What's that?" tanyaku.

"What?"

"That's behind your left shoulder!" I pointed. Nathan pulled his shirt down.

"This?"

"Yes." Yeah." My eyebrows wrinkled.

"This-"

"That's the climb, huh?"

"Huh?" Natan gawking. "This?"

"Yes. That's what? Round black as a cockroach."

Natan smiled proudly, "It's a tattoo."

"Tattoos?" I stared round. Nathan nodded. "That tattoo, it means that-"

"Yes. Which tattoo is it?" Natan smile. And excited to explain. And I hid my disappointment. Lila once said, the new order era, the thugs must have been tattooed, then held cleaning to suppress the crime rate.

"You just calm down. Me, tuh, make a tattoo in Bali. The place is licensed, which does not just use used needles. It's HIV-free." She smiles. Proud to show his tattoo.

"That's a spider?" I thought cockroaches!

Nathan nodded. "You want to know what that means?"

I also nodded lazily. It seemed like Natan was so obsessed with the spider behind her shoulder.

"The Romans regarded spiders as the bearers of good news, Christians believed, insects were of positive character, kept spider webs saved Jesus from death. The Greeks likened the spider to the beautiful girl Arachne who had to die for her talent. Then turned on Aphorodite in the form

the spider."

I just kept quiet not responding. Nathan saw my expression.

"What's wrong? You don't like it, do you?"

I'm silent. Then speak up. "In that tattoo, right, it hurts, Nat. Not to mention if allergic, ink carcinogens, arent can cancer, if the bath is also thirsty water, perspiration persistence, so unhealthy, itching, especially if the infection, especially if the infection, and worse if you get an MRI you get a burn."

Nathan was bowed, "So don't like it, huh?" hissing bitter. Disillusioned.

I patted her back straight forward. I laughed comfortingly. "Indeed, if you're young, it's a spider, but if you're old, your skin is wrinkled, the spiders are turning into dog fleas." I laughed again. "You know, for example, I'm getting a tiger tattoo now, when I'm old, it's going to turn into a hot oil cat." I smile. Either Natan understands what I mean or not. I just hope he doesn't tattoo his body anymore.

Actually, he could have just lasered his tattoo to get rid of it.

Natan and I have a hard time making a difference. And I only demand kindness from him, and so does he. But, what he sees is good, somehow I always ignore it. What's wrong?