NAURA'S SECRET BEHIND THE PRISON BARS
Naura and Her Dreams are Dissiang Bolong

Naura walked into her cell. After delivering Naura, the female guard tagged Santy locked the lock of the prison cell where Naura was.

He is now alone in the cell because his five friends are undergoing their daily routine training as LAPAS permanent prisoners.

Unlike Naura who is still a suspect and defendant who is waiting for the trial process which is still under investigation and investigation by the local Prosecutor.

Naura sat on the floor without a pedestal. Opening up sheet by sheet the Cross Puzzle book Affan gave him.

His brain was hot, making him lazy to fill the empty columns down and flatten it.

So Naura just flipped through each sheet. The second TTS book, as thick as the first.

But there was one more book in between. An empty book.

No, no..... It turned out that there were handwritten scribbles on the first and second sheets.

Naura was glued to look at the neat writing before her.

Dear Naura!

I purposely wrote the first page of this blank notebook, to reveal all my heart about you.

Perhaps to you this expression of my race is something full of lies and deceit. But..this is my best way to ease the burden of the love I am now experiencing because of you.

I'd better introduce myself first.

My name is Affandi Rajata. I'm the same age as you, only ten days older. Because I was born on September 4th and you are September 14th.

I, a child whose birth parents dumped her, was called Ciliwung.

DEG.

Naura's heart was like it was stung when she read the sentence, then stopped for a while to catch her breath to ease her shock.

I lived in an orphanage for 4 years. Until finally Papa and my adoptive Mama, whose husband and wife do not have children, came to adopt me.

Up until here, I'm sure you know me quite clearly, don't you? I hope your acceptance hasn't changed after knowing my dark and grim life.

Back to my original intention of writing in this field, because I wanted to express my desire to get to know you more closely. Of course as a couple who love each other, share affection. I want to be with you always, holding each other's palms through steep obstacles, rocky and winding paths. With you, joy or sorrow.

I want a simple woman who will accompany my lonely days. I long for the holy love of a woman who is so sincere in loving and loving her husband. And I found it in you, Naura.

"Will you be my life partner, Naura?"

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"Stupid you, Affandi! You don't like Ayuni's actions for loving Kemal out of place!.... So, what about yourself? Which is not even aware, if you were eleven twelve with my brother. You fell in love with just a mirage!"

Naura sighed after smiling wryly reading Affandi's 'love letter' addressed to her.

He and Affandi are not snot boys. They are also not ABG who are sweet and sweet so excited to be exposed to love magic.

Naura just sighed again. This time it was deeper and longer.

He scratched his head that did not itch. Happy but confused. Happy because she is also not a stone-hearted woman who did not melt to find the confession of love of a man who only this month he knew.

And confused anyway. Because she had just 'killed' her own husband with a kitchen knife even though only one stab after the first 8 stabs was the deed of her beloved sister.

Naura is unlikely to swear and mention Affandi 'crazy man'. How not, this man is currently struggling to investigate the murder case.

But this man fell in love with her without seeing her deeper and longer. Even Affandilah who actually looks weak, up to the resignation of his own feelings that are not uncommon to Naura.

A love he can't blame either. Just like the love of Ayuni in Kemal Pasha.

Hhhh....

Naura tapped the end of the ballpoint Affandi gave also the second that was plastered by his lawyer.

Naura leaked her body into the white ceramic floor.

His eyes began to ripple, sleepy. The effect of lunch and avocado juice as well as Affandi's love confession to him made him want to sleep for a moment.

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"Nauraaaa....!!! Nauraaa, wait-u...!!!!"

"Hahahaha.. pursue come kejaaaaaar, Ismaiiiiil! Ahaha!"

"View you yes, if I manage to catch you later! I kissed you yaaaaa!!!"

"Emoooooh, the smell of your tooth jigonguuuuuu! Hahaha....!!!"

Ishmael ran after Naura. The two laughed loudly together. Looks so happy.

No matter the situation around the rice straw that accumulates and also its spread which is like a glittering golden grain exposed to the scorching sun before noon.

"Sir, cheat kamuuu!!!" Naura complained while rubbing her eyes, which were glistened by Ismail's throwing of rice grains at her.

"Hahahaha sorry, sorry Nau!"

Ismail followed along to help Naura rub the eyelids of the young girl in front of him. Trying to blow the air towards Naura's eyes to be free from the pain that befell her.

"Still sick?...... Ouch!!!!!"

"You ish, you can't throw rice like that. Danger know?" maki Naura while hitting Ismail's shoulder quite hard.

"But bo'ong! Hahaha.......!!!!" Naura came back laughing. Making Ismail the head bobble he made.

"Observe you? Dare to trick me!"

Now Ishmael ran with 45 spirits and was firmer than he had run. Until his hands can reach the shirt worn by Naura to.....

Bret.

"Thank you!!!!! My clothes are ripped!!! My kowe clan's amarga is broken!"

The shirt that Naura wore was torn to the point of looking inside.

Nervous Ismail immediately took off the shirt he was wearing. And immediately put on a haste to cover Naura's body.

Until finally the two returned to laughing to realize their ridiculous behavior.

What a young age so beautiful. Free without burden of mind. Joking, joking.

What a beautiful Naura dream. With Ismail through his school days. Passing the trunk of a coconut tree across the village.

Running chasing each other following the river flow that sometimes heavy if it rains in the mountains last night. Learning together, playing together. With Ismail his only male friend from childhood.

There is no burden of thinking about where the cost of the school his father got. While they are only small farmers who can only eat and drink it has been grateful.

So delightful.

And now Naura realized, her happiness to be able to enjoy the school period of Elementary School, Junior High School and High School was due to the request of Mbak Ayuni to Datuk Irhamsyah. Who was finally willing to finance it until the end.

That's why, Naura does not want to mbak Ayuni dragged into her heavy case even though it is actually Ayunilah the real main perpetrator.

...........INOSCOPE.............