The Charm of Kimora the Village Girl
1. Beginnings.

In the heat of the day, I had retreated - barren, to and fro, here looking for work, and the result was always nil, while my money from the village was decreasing, I live in Jakarta with my aunt's family who has a lot of burdens in life, plus my presence, making their lives more difficult.

Verily I feel bad to have to ride a place to live with them, what else must be long hitchhiking in their house.

Now I feel desperate, because it has been almost three months in the city of Jakarta, not yet get a job, do not be working as a staff employee in a large company as dream, he said, I want to work in an office.

To be cleaning service is very difficult for me.

And finally I decided to go back to the village instead of adding a burden to my aunt.

"Huh my ideals to be a successful person will be extinct already, sorry your son yes ma'am! I gave up, instead of me being someone else's burden and being a vagabond, mending me home Mom! mending me go with the farming mother, if this is what it will be like!" I talk to myself while walking gontai no longer have the spirit.

But I also don't want to marry that old Bandot. who forced want to marry me, his I can be stranded here.

Suddenly in front of the project gate, my steps stopped, I saw the mole hanging and I instead observed it because I felt suspicious and curious.

Then sure enough my suspicions, about the selling rope that a little more will break, I also saw there were some people under it.

Without a second thought, I ran as hard as I could and screamed, to give out cues for everyone there to disperse or retreat, he said, because the right molen machine selling rope is above their heads will break.

What a vision of me, I thought!.

But everyone there was astonished to stare at me.

As I began to approach them, some people began to notice my cues, and saved themselves.

While there was one person who did not hear the cue from me because he was too focused on his work (maybe), and deftly I pushed his body, he said, and my body was with me to throw with that man, because I was afraid of being hit by that mole machine.

And just seconds after me and that guy were blown away by my push, the mole engine actually crashed.

"BCRRAKKN...." The mole engine's voice fell down and echoed around the place.

Everyone in that place was flabbergasted to see the incident, especially the person I pushed to the point that he could not say anything, within a few minutes he did not flinch at all, he was shocked to realize the incident.

Because he was not sure he said, "Am I still alive?" he could not believe that he had survived the incident.

Because if I had been a few seconds late, he would have been dead by then.

After they realized from their shock, they all looked at me with a difficult gaze to understand.

After that I was escorted to the security post office, there I was interrogated.

Why would I be there? ready me? ask them to me.

I feel like a suspected criminal.

"Based on people not knowing thank you, instead of thanking me, because I saved your lives, I was suspected like this." I was upset with those people.

"Then why are you determined to help me, even though your life can be in danger" said the person I encouraged.

"Yes, because of humanity!" Answer me

[Eeh just wanted to start the story and it's over! how is this Kim!!! 🤭]

I feel very comfortable with the behavior of those who interrogate me, without thanking me.

And had the security guards arrest me, while they went to be questioned by the police who came to review the incident.

"What the fuck!" I thought, I feel like a criminal.

And when all the security was off guard, I rushed off and ran away from the place.

"Congratulations "Talk me when I escape.

"Just be them! I've been saved, I've been suspicious and taken prisoner, you ungrateful people." I muttered, on the way home to my aunt.

...Beginning start...

Kimora comes from a village located in the mountains with beautiful natural surroundings, far from pollution.

Call it the village of Kabayan, where Kimora lived in a simple house with her mother, Kimora's father was long dead.

After the departure of the father, the mother was the one who met the needs of Kimora the only wayangnya princess, from the results of farming.

Yes, their daily livelihood is to grow crops, use the land they have to sustain life.

Kimora is a very beautiful country girl, pure white, curly-haired, round-eyed, pliable eyelashes, thin lips, sharp nose, and body like a Spanish guitar.

So many men or young people who know Kimora are crazy about her.

Mr. Hasan a vegetable farmer, or also as a middleman who used to buy the crops of farmers, until crazy to Kimora.

Almost every day, Mr. Hasan visited Ms. Inah's house, Ms. Kimora, just to see Kimora.

Indeed, Bu Inah and Kimora are very uncomfortable with the arrival of Mr. Hasan every day to their home, because Mr. Hasan has a family and has many children, even his eldest son named Darman Kimora's classmate.

Inah's mother owed Mr. Hasan a debt to treat her late husband before he died.

Bu Inah paid him in installments after every sale of his crops, Bu Inah gave half of it to Mr. Hasan to pay the debt.

Mr. Hasan always refused to accept repayment payments from Bu Inah, because Mr. Hasan wanted Bu Inah to marry Kimora Bu Inah's daughter to him.

But of course Bu Inah refused it, and still pay the debt installments.

Kimora is still in school.

But after Kimora finished her high school education.

Mr. Hasan increasingly visited their homes, not to mention the other young men who came to propose Kimora as their wife.

But Kimora herself did not want to get married, and aspired to make her mother happy, with her work and earn her own income and realize all her parents' wishes, especially paying off the remaining debt to Mr. Hasan.