Travel Love To Andromeda
JCTA #6'S. I AM WILLING TO LET YOU GO
Suddenly this village became the busiest village, beating the busy Las Vegas at night. From end to end the wealth of people again splash the same #child marriage kades. Starting from small meals to large sampe, ranging from rice to meat suddenly in wholesale from the market and slaughter for the celebration of Salman's wedding people. Puppet, jaipong, dangdut, sampe odong-odong, all kinds of entertainment will enliven the festivities of Salman's party, by bringing the capital artist until our mother kartini 😆 so because her luxurious marriage ngalahin royal wedding buckingham. The blue tent is presented in the backyard of the house as a public kitchen, the blue time can defeat the naval headquarters.
Indeed, not all women are involved in the kitchen retainer of the Salman reception, because some still have to work in the factory. After all, the backyard is also not too broad for the village mothers, because it is not a ceremonial field.
He passed a tired breath after his waist and back almost gout because of mopping the floor of the house that is still in stage style. Want to dipel as clean as anything still will not change the board of wood into marble.
His hand grabbed the towel from the hanger made from the rope.
There is no bathtub let alone shower, just a dipper whose handle had broken and fixed, just, because once thrown Arif to expel the chicken that suddenly nyelonong nyosor pan tatnya time again washing hands while squatting. There is no expensive soap that if you take a bath all the beetles in all corners of the village on nyamperin because the smell is curing flower powder, only the lavender caplox bar soap that becomes a natural fragrance and cleanser, the smell of Naya's body. Likewise, when he finished bathing, there was no make up or skin care that he used. Just powder strew the yellow miss.
This girl braided her back hair like elsa, her mainstay hairstyle.
Naya chose to take a walk for the sake of breathing fresh air after cleaning the house. There is no special outfit like a famous businessman's child, for him all clothes are nothing special except lebaran clothes, even if I don't know which year. He forgot, when to buy clothes for the last time because most of the clothes he wears are derived from Marni tea. Pink baby short-sleeved shirt and knee-length removable skirt made from lightweight, hit by the wind of auto India.
Naya locked the door of the house, no matter if the father will come home early, which is clear he just wants to get out the wind who knows who is taught to fly, even though hekh...unlocked there will be no thief who wants to enter his house, not because it is too arrogant, but there are no valuables in it, in addition to the old tube tv and butut radio whose antenna has been scratched, the ban if sold to the junkyard was only dapet candy men tos seplastik.
His feet fumbled in search of sandals without having to glance down again, he pulled half lifted a wooden fence and stuck a rope into the bamboo neck that became the emergency lock of the fence.
I don't know where the wind will bring its steps that have been shaken without the direction of the rich kite destination. While everyone else was busy in the euphoria of party preparation, he could only look at the sky of the village which was now not as clean as before with eyebrows frowning in blocking the sunlight. Many factory chimneys that emit black smoke production process decorate the sky of Giri Mekar Village.
More and more years, pesawahan land and gardens in his village are increasingly displaced by the existence of factories owned by domestic and foreign investors. The main commodities of the village are gradually beginning to decrease, no matter how many years they will begin to absent from supplying rice and vegetable crops to the market. Because now the majority of its citizens have turned into factory employees, becoming workers on their own land. Change habits independently, and the manufacturer becomes a lackey. He picked up a pebble and threw it, "kalo Naya lecture mah! Naya will change this village back to the beginning!"
"Morning already on going to the fields, fields.not cetrak-cetrek tasting the machine button, throw waste into the river!"
"Naya will advance the village, so the village agro tourism!" he exhaled tired, kicking the air as if it were a football. Among the hot weather, Naya walked towards the pesawahan where a dirty little saung still stands though not too decent.
Just in the shade because the UV rays had been very stinging on the skin, Naya narrowed her eyes towards the street on the right, a motorcycle was seen approaching her.
To Naya's surprise, her heartbeat began to be abnormal. A neat and handsome man who was charming it slowed down the speed of his byson motorcycle. A flagship motorcycle that makes the envy of young people throughout the village.
"Assalamu'alaikum Naya," his face implied an overwhelming sense of regret and sadness.
"Please excuse me," Naya was in a hurry to get away from there but the man held her back. There is a heavy burden on the chest.
"But Nay," Salman got off his bike and blocked Naya's wrist.
"Aa want to apologize to Naya, aa forced.a unfortunately the same Naya. Naya looked at Salman pushyly, "aa tea don't be joking! Don't see people all over again what is it now? I don't know how Naya feels! Why don't you say it's the same parents aa time just before being betrothed, why just now and say it's the same Naya?!"
"Aa forced Nay, sorry. No intention for Naya's betrayal, but she had to...."
He breathes tired, yesterday he was slumped, fell even to the mind of bo doh, but the man is basically a reasonable and knowledgeable man, it is impossible if he will continue to lament bad luck.
"Although heavy, finally Naya knows.kalo Naya must be self-aware, Naya's life still has to continue, not stuck in a Salman...Naya did not say sincere also a, because it is a sincere lesson is hard to finish! God willing if aa want to marry, Naya will be off aa.." the girl tried hard even though she was back crying, she even rubbed her face rough with the back of her hands and the tip of the shirt did not want to look weak, he did not want to look weak, remember the word mother.The little man is weak abstinence, if weak yes do not eat!
"May a Salman be happy as the choice of parents, aa" Naya chose to leave her first love.he who prefers to stay silent in front of others when Naya is scorned for expecting it, he who prefers to agree and resign, he who prefers to invite secretly married and run away from reality, does not expect!
"Day!"
"Lord! Aa tea dear to Naya!" shouted Salman, while Naya half ran away from Salman, even if he had to fall down he would accept.
Go love....
I sincerely let you go....
From a distance Andro and Mr. Akbar are circling the village using the motorcycle of Mr. Akbar, already about 2 days Andro is here, according to Mr. Akbar the streets in this village are more pleasant to explore by motor, it is better to explore by motor, he said let my trip my brummm brummm.
Similikiti love drama presented to be a spectacle Andro, only he knew if the young people of this village were also the seeds of alay man and prospective ftv players, basically plate man, basically plate man, Andro was not the least touched especially to mebek gebukin back of Mr. Akbar.
"A Salman," said Mr. Akbar spread his gaze towards the walk of Naya, the girl with the braid was getting smaller because she was away.
Andro's gaze alternately looked at Salman and Naya's back.
"Eh, Mr. Akbar...."
His third eyebrow frowned because of the heat.
"Where are you, sir?" tanya Salman then examined the man beside Mr. Akbar, from top to bottom he looked! Is there an online taxi on Andro's face? The busway? Until you can conclude if Andro is really a city?
"You look at a village, oh yes! This is familiar, mas Andro from Jakarta want to hunt a place for a cafe.." pak Akbar introduced Andro.
"Model,"
"Salman" the two shook hands.
"Mas Andro, this is a Salman.anak sir Kades, the incumbent!" goda pak Akbar.
"Oh, the candidate who just went a? Sorry to interrupt, please do just chase it..." Andro felt guilty for disturbing the two who were seen fighting.
"Oh, not that...." Salman is confused to answer.
"That's Naya's tea, a?" ask Mr. Akbar.
Salman nodded, "yes sir. Excuse me first!" Salman would rather say goodbye than Akbar would ask more about him and Naya. Though clearly in 3 days he will marry the son of Camat village next door.
"Mango,"
Andro put his hand in his pants pocket and looked at Salman's departure with his byson motor.
"Haduhhhh, how weird!" lamented Mr. Akbar.
"Why sir?"
"Bias the young man, mas Andro. Just like who's married to whom..."
Andro berohria noiseless, indeed truly plate man.
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