THE UNIVERSE IS FOLLOWING US
CHAPTERS 142

The bright white sky slowly changed its color. The sunlight that had been emitting his scorching rays had now become orange yellow. Dimming its light hiding behind the clouds, the bright and hot light was now slowly dimming. Juna stood in front of the still fresh tea. The man walked through the small hallways of the barrier. Smell the scent of fragrant leaves that are still fresh.

His feet stopped when some farmers greeted him. Juna returned their greetings and then continued on his way. He was going to take Dira for a walk. But seeing his wife sleeping soundly after the zhuhur prayer. It doesn't feel like heart. Let Dira rest, and Vira accompanies him at home. So Juna is not afraid to leave Dira alone.

Arjuna Bramantyo stopped his steps in a small cabin. I don't know how long he's been walking around the plantation. Area that has raised its level. Areas that allow him to go to school until college.

"If the streets take me, Mas" the voice broke his daydream. Juna smiled and took his wife to sit next to him.

"I see you sleep well, baby. Who are you here with?" ask Juna.

"Sama Vira and Tio. When I woke up, you were no more. So Vira offers to take a walk around the plantation while looking for you. Tio said he saw you walk up to the top plantation. That's why he brought us here. I saw you daydreaming in the cottage."

"Not a dream, dear. But I am grateful for what we have achieved so far. This leafy expanse brought me and Ayu as they are today."Yes, if you used to work as a small laborer, maybe I was just the limit of high school."

"The Lord will raise the status of his people as long as he tries. It is not possible to be immediately given pleasure if the person is only holding hands.

You know, Mas. The factory that is managed by Opa Han now is the former Putra Nusa factory. From small to now a company that houses thousands of people. Like I said earlier, everything is not instant."

Juna asked Dira to sit on her thighs. His chin rests on Dira's shoulder. For a moment they looked at each other for a long time. Then he turned his eyes back to the tea plantation. A neat area is like a green carpet that refreshes the eyes.

A small cottage that only has a roof. A simple hut that is only enough to shelter withstanding the cold and to melt the drowsiness into a beautiful dream. The shape is simple and on the outskirts of the countryside makes the atmosphere peaceful.

"Go home in a moment to be late afternoon" Juna asked.

Dira grabs Juna's hand which bows towards him. They both walked around the tea garden.

"Mas, he said tomorrow there is a posyandu in the village next door. Can I come with you?"

"Can, baby. I'll take you there tomorrow. Mama's coming here?"

"No idea, Mom. Mama hasn't told you anything. At that time my mom said she wanted to take Feri and Tina's sister. But don't know, because sister Tina is pregnant young just like me."

"What if you're pregnant?"

"Yes, it's still weak, Mom. Still prone to the same thing called miscarriage. Hence most young pregnant first trimester should be extra careful. Because it's not strong yet. Fetuses that have been strong are usually 3 months and above, because they have been formed. If not Wassalam, then."

"That's why you shouldn't nag if I help clean the house. I don't want to lose my son a second time. I'm sorry that when you were pregnant, you were often nowhere near you" Juna said.

It did not feel like they were in front of the house. A house that has only two rooms. Made of quality board. Cool air broke through the windows of the house. The house that Juna built when he had not long ago cut ties with Delia.

Now they are very comfortable to live there. Dira agreed to her husband's opinion that living far from the city crowd does make the heart calm. Although he actually misses his home in Jakarta. But the name of the wife should go where her husband goes is not.

"Where's the virus?" tanya Dira checked her sister's room.

"Maybe another walk."

"But it's dark. Goes on child." Dira was still anxious when her sister had not yet returned home.

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"That's it, brother let it go. Brother Feri don't have to worry about thinking papa. If it was a decision he would leave already. I tried to offer to make Papa not far away. Looks like papa's a pretentious playing victim, he feels inferior, feels inappropriately similar to us. That's a sign papa knows himself."

"You're talking like that, Vira. However she was ..."

"Yes, my mom said that too." Feri's tone sounded resigned.

"Well, if you say so, you don't have to look for papa anymore. Let him live his own life. And we also continue with each other's lives. That's what I think, brother."

Vira and Feri shut down their communication. For a moment he took a deep breath. Vira is upset not playing see the attitude of his father who pretended to be hurt. When dad left the house. Vira felt sorry. Where his father had no place to go. But after hearing the story Feri. Vira was upset.

"Hey!"

Tight shoulder pats spread his daydreams. Vira turned to look at the figure of the man who had been accompanying her for a few days.

"Nice girls daydream alone. Later in culik wewe gombel. Why the hell?"

"It's okay. A lot of straws?"

"You see for yourself!" Panji thrusting wicker basket.

"A lot. Want to eat by yourself?"

"You're brought home. I will be back to Jakarta later tonight. Randi wants to have a family gathering. Yesterday was a party for girls. Well from our family it's just a little party."

"Oh, so. Hanum's mother invited dong."

Panji's leg stopped. Why did Vira talk about Hanum when she never told me about it.

"You're jealous of Hanum?"

"Well! jealous? no, I am also jealous. Om is close to Hanum. The entire faculty has known all the times."

"But your tone of voice is like that" Panji said.

Vira stomped her feet leaving the strawberry garden. The mood is gone. He didn't even care about the call from Panji. Somehow since coming to Lembang there are only those who make the mood damaged.

After Climbing the mountain pass the River valley flows beautifully into the Ocean. Vira finally arrives at Dira's house. A silver car was parked in front of her sister's house.

"It's not a car...."

A young girl ran to embrace Vira. A longing hug to two friends. Vira and Elsa exclaim each other cheerfully. Dira only smiled slightly looking at the excitement of the two girls.

"Hayo Elsa, you don't know your future husband with Vira." said Dira.

"So it's true that you're here as your candidate?" Elsa nodded. His hand pulled Vira inside.

"Sir Dawa..."

Vira's body seemed to freeze when she knew who her future husband Elsa was. His hands clenched hard. His blood was boiling. Instantly she pulls Elsa away from Dawa. If Dawa wasn't the man who ruined Kayla, if Dawa wasn't the sister of the girl who ruined her parents' household, it would probably be different. All the bad images of Dawa were already stuck in his brain.

THE PLAAAAK!

"Sway Elsa. A bastard like you doesn't deserve Elsa. You know Elsa, the one who dumped Kayla, she got Kayla pregnant, then the pretentious playing victim felt betrayed because she didn't want to take responsibility for Kayla's pregnancy."

"That's slander," Dawa immediately pulled Elsa out of Vira's hands. Vira immediately pulled Dawa's hand from Elsa violently.