Travel Love To Andromeda
JCTA #4. GOODBYE TO FIRST LOVE
While lamenting the fate that was like a stepchild, Naya brought back the clothes that she had to wash back towards the bathroom that was right attached to the near kitchen, and then the kitchen, it's just that it's out the back door.
He frowned all day, his lips were like a duck beak, there was no passion for life let alone to eat, like a normal human being who was heartbroken he locked himself in a room all day, *this time abis telornya netes* * or fitting out already change skin*.
This half-room stage-style house bears a silent witness to the life of the Kanaya family Dewi Kusumawardani.
*Kruyukk*---
Come on belly, can you work together for today. Consider it fasting. But apparently the stomach does not want to know-because since this morning the stomach is only filled with a barrel of rice with side dishes stir-fried kale and tempe, really not a luxury food but full of nutrition. It's just that his nav suu is like not good at being grateful, maybe he has no interest in the menu presented on the family dining table today.
There is no cell phone that he has as a means of communication or entertainment. Naya like living in the age of dinosaurs is still a toy po ker. Not because it is not *up to date* but economic problems that have always been a major factor in the stagnation of the Naya life cycle.
Slowly, Naya opened the door of the room that was inedible with age. He circled his eyes in the dark of the night, sinking like a tuyul who was about to steal money. The barefoot step came out of the room directly towards the room that did not have a living room and a separate center, where the figure of Arif sleeps on a worn palembang mattress with a sheet of Eid holster 2 years ago, he has not even had time to change his pants, still red SD knee-length uniform and T-shirt bearing Noah. Arif, another male figure aged 10 years after the father in this house, sleep with a slightly gaping mouth indicates if the ultimate pleasure does not have to be on an expensive bed with a goose feather pillow.
Naya was so slow steps so as not to disturb the residents of the house, although still the sound of squeaking some floors made of wood can not be muted. He passed through Arif to the kitchen. But his eyes narrowed to see one thing that was so clearly visible.
A white invitation with a salem accent was the heaviest blow in 19 years. At first he did not intend at all to see, but kaya if saddened not pol-pol'an, less make jos! Let him be sad until his stock of tears dry rich in soap opera drama, so that after this he can move on. So he took the invitation card that had been exposed plastic seal it from the top of the buffet, either mother or maybe upa who had opened it.
Not only has he opened the sheet, Naya's tears have returned to the river like an irrigation stream, suitable for its power to be used as a source of irrigation of rice fields sekampung, let it follow salty.
"O Allah is Wise, strong Naya-strong!" he muttered with trembling hands patting the chest like a terrible test. Seeing the Name of Salman coupled with the name of another woman just innannya want to come to shaman. The beautiful invitation was so ugly in Naya's eyes, because it wasn't her name and picture that were listed there.
...SALMAN NUHA...
...AND...
...DESI FITRIANI'S...
...Sunday, 7 May 202X...
...Invite : Bpk. Aziz...
...Cpc. New...
...Ust. Saepul...
...To :...
...Cpc. Acep Budiman's...
...On-site...
...Sorry if there is an error in the name/title...
He again sobbed so deeply, the love story with Salman had to run aground in the middle of the road just because the prince had been co-ordinated with women who were in a neighborhood with his family, not the ash-upik like Naya, he said, it turns out that one vision, the mission of life is not enough to unite two people who are being lulled by the strings of love, need wealth and the throne in order to be able to open the eyes of the heart, the inner eye and the spy duitan human.
Both eyelids that have been tired all day to take care of the house and look for clove leaves, now must be disturbed by the sound of female stuffing in the middle of the night. Is it soft or something? Mother was prepared with the ammunition of the holy verse that she was ready to spray to every corner of the house.
The room door opened tight, causing an subtle sound impressed rusty hinges and the end of the door that has been fragile.
"Astaghfiullah!" the mother's voice made the girl quite surprised. How not, he was looking at scavenging the remaining menu on a square-shaped wooden table in his kitchen. The old Netra mother saw the filling of the plate that had stayed the other half just befriended a piece of fried tempeh and salt. However, a mother's heart will still melt to see the child like this.
Naya swallowed the chews hard, caught again the steal eat it really makes a thick face like elephant skin, "bu, Naya asked to eat," he said.
The woman rolled up her hair and tied it with yellow rice rubber then she walked towards the kitchen cupboard, took an egg from a tin of old cake, because the color and image of the royal soldier had faded.
Then he turned on the stove and put a skillet on it, pouring oil from the bottle of used orange syrup giving stalls every year when going ahead of the leafan that the mother turned into a place of bulk cooking oil.
There was the sound of the eggshell being broken and the sprinkling of salt, without much talk the mother made a lightning motion reversing the fried eggs.
A cold egg that was still hot and pouring oil landed on the plate of Naya rice.
"Eat, the old dishes you wash, do not leave a lot of rats," said the mother.
Naya is getting down made, although not much to say but from the attitude of the mother it is clear that the love of a mother will not be timeless even this night, but from the attitude of the mother it is clear that the love of a mother will not be timeless even this night, no matter what his sons did.
A glass of water was presented beside Naya's plate as the mother sitting on her side, the look of my eyes implying fatigue, "accept the fate of Naya, not the mother forbidding you to have dreams as high as possible, "receive the fate of Naya, everything has to measure ability. Especially to be with a guy like Salman. I've been warning you from the beginning, but you don't want to listen. Tomorrow I want to help at Mr. Kades' house, not good with other residents if not help. If you don't want to go out don't come out, don't make macems anymore."
Naya nodded weakly, mother does have a point. He has been living in the dream world for too long with Salman, so now just think about it if he just woke up and fell to the floor successfully making his tat pan sick.
Mother had returned to the room leaving Naya with a feeling of being crushed, quickly the girl finished the dinner last night, lingering alone in the middle of the night was enough to make her guts, he said, then he went back to his room.
He must immediately wake up from this fall.
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..."*Goodbye first love, filling my time gives a sense of unforgettable*"...
...~*One of the lyrics by Flanella band**~...