Something Unforgettable "ANNELIA "
INTRODUCE
Everyone on earth does not need to know me, no need to wonder about me. Because a year ago I moved to Venus to see her from a distance.
yes, she is, her name is annelia ramadan, thousands of heavenly angels who descend to earth through her mother's path, born in Ramadan and officially became the number one Javanese princess in her family, she said, her father smiled as his son was born into the world as a woman who received directly the beauty heritage of her mother (one day later), the first beautiful woman before her younger sister was born. His birth to the world made me unable to see when I was a baby, that was my weakness, that was what I was not able to , therefore I knew him after adulthood.
That time.. Yogyakarta is a special province in the country of Indonesia that is still thick with its classic city makes its residents peaceful for its cool and refreshing natural beauty. North Square of Yogyakarta city center south of Malioboro, performing music and theater students who love the arts to enliven the national Art day. Thousands of visitors filled the square north square (altar) from a distance enjoying the rhythm of the variety of music on display made me hypnotized by the beautiful tone echoed love, love, like I'm back in the womb of a jealous mother seeing her affection with dad. The Theatre performance with its actors who are very totality tells about the ancient Javanese wayang from the Hindu Buddhist story titled "Ramayana". It tells the love story of two knights god named Rama Vijaya son of the king of the kingdom of Ayodhya the descendants of Vishnu and rahvana the giant king of the kingdom alenka the gift of Lord Shiva fighting over a beautiful princess named Dewi Sinta son princess mantili dribble angel of heaven who reincarnated in human form as a god incarnation, god, who later sent the ambassador Rama Wijaya named Hanoman a white ape man who helped keep Dewi Sinta in the royal prison Alengka in captivity Time exile in the forest Dandaka, at that time Rama was busy hunting the giants, leaving Sinta with his brother admiral who was ordered to guard Dewi Sinta. The scheming Ravana knew that Sinta was left behind by Rama Wijaya, sent kalamarica and turned into a beautiful beautiful golden antelope seducing the desire of the goddess Sinta to want to ride it, at the end of the story Ravana's son named Indrajit was killed at the hands of Hanoman along with the loss of the kingdom of Alengka was destroyed by a burning fire.
It's so beautiful tonight that my soul joins together, unites, seduces the stage, hacks all the negative thoughts embracing the soul of my artist. but at that time Jogja managed to be home how I should go back in the past.
Bayu friend who is with me, his hand patted my shoulder, membuyar imagination that has possessed the soul when thinking of a woman who is not ordinary named Dewi Sinta .
"arka.. to my friend yuk, he watched as well he said" he said with a tone inviting.
"who..?" my word.
"where is it ..?" my many.
"far left" . Bayu and I went looking for him. Reynan that I also know him but not so familiar, friends hanging out Bayu when in the cafe and like the game just like Bayu, can be said their familiarity of the game. At the front end of the left, berlekseh on a long mat containing two men and two women one of which is Reynan and the two girls, for a while I want to get acquainted.
I introduced myself, as my friends already knew, my calling was "ARKA", with Reynan named Ryan, the first two were Lydia, and the other was . "i'm annelia" shake hands with me, though, smiling friendly as a tradition of introduction in general.Situ we base talking about anything that can be a conversation material.In the middle of the crowd eliminates the focus if we are in a celebration. suddenly became engrossed, chatter flowed just like that, the tongue that did not sway continued to issue babbles through the motion of the lips alternately open and close. We laughed, smiling at once. Until late at night, the event was dispersed, the crowd one by one displaying a quiet atmosphere slowly visitors returned to their respective places as well as us.
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