TITISAN MY DAUGHTER
SARIANI

Dara felt pain in her neck. Nice drink to wonder. "Why you?"

"It hurts" he whispered, because no one wanted to be suspicious.

"You're wearing a pad around your neck?"

"It's been, but I'm afraid this won't work."

"Have you ever left?"

"meaning?"

"fly."

"Eh, that I don't know."

"Try it, it feels good" he said.

"Basic. I'm sick like this you're kidding."

"I just want to take your pain away."

Dara marveled. It was true, he only felt pain, but not like that. "Do you know how?"

"Know I he's there because we're trying too hard to survive. Try to ponder. When I was daydreaming. Some say it will be possessed. Try to focus on thinking about something or talking to someone else. This is not gonna happen. Don't empty Dara because if it's empty your mind will be controlled."

"But he always comes. It doesn't matter if I'm eating, watching or with someone else."

"It's just one point Dara. Remember God. It is difficult when we are going to worship. Where there is azaan there it will make you sick. Another person you love. That's what's gonna control you." Good to play his eyebrows up and down.

"Papa."

"Why is your father remembered? Your brother, you!"

"No, I don't love you."

"Easy! I'm going to go home. Just kill yourself!" Good to act about to leave.

"Good!"

"Well, niesel. I'm gonna run you just got to"

"Pay this first. I don't have a wallet!"

"Ah, sour!" Good to get the wallet out. "See, pay!"

"Eh, seriously with the wallets."

"Yes, you hold it." Good for the motor.

Dara came after paying. "This is your wallet. It cost only twenty-five thousand."

"Hold it."

"Well, how am I holding it?" Dara scratched his cheek. He's confused.

"Save it."

"You?"

"There was. Just keep it for you."

"Kok, very good. It's mode, huh?"

"What mode?"

"Let's tie me up as your wife."

"Emang yes. Why, don't you like it?"

"Good, you seriously want to marry me, do I have a weird disease?"

"Say no love. That's just ribet. Go, up!"

Dara is still standing. "Gus, really not nye-"

"Good!"

"Ah, I seriously asked you to know!"

"Good, baby. Don't you hang in there?"

"Yes-yes. Ah, you know, I want to be serious you're mad all the time!" Dara finally got on the bike.

***

Talia is out. Anggara and Shabita are out for a walk.

"Kok, we're not there? Kan, not good with the Lai family?" ask Shabita.

"What do you want, watching people stretch out? Mending us to Sean's. Who knows if the child is married."

"He's your sister in marriage, you don't know?"

"Never told you again after Dara was five years old. I'm just wondering why so arrogant is that kid?"

"You're the one who's mad at him so he likes to avoid."

"Just boy. The boy is so. I used to come to his house angry."

"How about Sariani, huh?" muttered Shabita.

"Well, that's not heard from either. The boy went where. Just like Sean."

"Child. He knows old!"

***

Sean felt dizzy, he massaged the right temple.

"Why you?" tanya Sariani while moving the television broadcast.

"Suddenly dizzy."

"Thinking of another girl?" insinuations.

"Don't mind my subscription to a lot of girls you then say I think of him, yes!"

"Regular, anyway. Crocodiles are not called crocodiles."

"Already, ah! Tired of talking to jealous people!" Sean then leaned back. He closed his eyes to relieve the pain. "Seriously, it's so dizzy!"

"You want a massage?"

"If I may."

Sariani put the remote on the table. He then led Sean's head to lie on his lap. "Which part?"

"All the forehead."

Sariani started massaging. Sean's closed. Not long after the bell rang. "There's people."

"Oh, try saying. I can't be bothered anymore."

"okay." Sariani immediately headed for the door. A beautiful woman in skimpy clothes looked at him. "Great, this is what Sean likes!" his inner.

"Is there?"

"What do you need?"

"I want to ask for a seller."

"Oh. He just happens to not exist. Please come back later so-"

"Who is that, baby?" Sean's Voice.

"Cockfighting!" decit.

"Well, it exists. I'm in, excuse me!"

"Eh, he doesn't exist!" However, the woman had entered before Sariani's words ran out. "Genit!"

"Sir Sean. I'm Kiya." He sat down without being invited to sit by Sean.

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well. Please tang next time." His speech was so because nearby Sariani had given him a warning.

"But, Mister. It's very important for my artistic career." He sat down with his legs crossed. "I'll pay as requested, sir."

Sariani glared at the woman's skirt raised a little. He looked at Sean who was smiling sweetly. Sean was wrong. "Revelation!"

"I'd better send it over long distances. Money you can transfer through the account."

"Okay, then I'll excuse you." He shook Sean's hand and pulled it. "Your wife is jealous." He then left.

"What was that whisper?!"

"No, she just said you're beautiful."

"Lied."

"Seriously!"

"Tomorrow don't open shaman practice again. Ask any pervert now!"

"Wow, I'm, too, equated?"

"What do you work for, cake. Grave digs or gutters can, right?"

"What a deal!" Sean sat back down. "I don't know any more about your ceme attitude"

"Oh, don't you like it?" Sariani ruffled waist.

"Like! Good, go ahead, hehehe."

"Good!" Sariani sat down again. He took the remote back.

"Dear." Sean was back lying on Sariani's lap.

"Hem?"

"You're not bored, are you, we're going out with no strings attached?"

"You know how else. I'm a ghost while you're human."

"Hums, if I were a ghost-"

"You don't think of death!"

"Kan, if you'd love to, how angry would you be?"

"Shut up!"

"I get dizzy when I'm quiet."

"Ah, yes it is. I will continue until tomorrow."

Sean laughed a little. He pulled Sariani's nose.