Travel Love To Andromeda
JCTA #7'S. CLOSE THE OLD SHEET

Naya several times turned her head back, hoping to be chased while getting yelled at by the rich cot? Of course..iya!!!

But unfortunately when he looked back, there was no one there. Even plastic used soap makeup is reluctant to cross over to just be a figure in the story.

"The man is a true race carver, say it dear.ngga can live without you, not be sure to elope, but in fact ee.." dumel Naya.

"I swear it's a mess!" he even stomped his feet on the ground around the rice field, let the oath of absorption be valid.

Embekkkk---sayup-sayup in the distance the greeting was echoed by goats belonging to residents whose homes were not far from the rice fields. Fortunately, the village did not directly flood into a lake because of the Naya serapah oath.

"This is the location of the land, quite spacious and strategic.here rarely cafe, even a long way.padahal location is quite strategic, in the industrial area, and, from any village near rather than having to go to the side streets of the city." pointed it towards the empty land in front of him, Andro nodded his head in understanding, he stepped forward to look around him.

"Whose this is who's it, sir?"

"Juragan Jamal mas, he is a clove master here," replied Mr. Akbar. Andro took photos and videos of the location and sent them to the group of shareholders and founders Angkringan, not to forget Arka's father.

"The power here suits Angkringan.." muttered Andro.

"So big roadside there sir?" ask Andro.

"Mmhh, there's a mas. Let's !!" he answered a short nod and then returned to the motorcycle. Andro rose again to the back seat, almost 2 days later he did find a suitable land to be used as a place of business, including when he searched on the edge of a large road close to the city square.

Finding a business land is not an easy matter and not in a hurry, making Andro have to stay here for some time. Why bother renting an inn or hotel if Mr. Akbar has prepared a room, Andro is very grateful for the father of 3 children.

Long enough both adventurous, until the day rolled into twilight both just returned.

"Excuse me, assalamu'alaikum..." Andro bowed politely past the home goal. Seen the children of Mr. Akbar are gathered in the middle room, the tv screen displays a cartoon series of the children's favorite bald twins when Andro crossed, the son of the greatest Pak Akbar is Rezki, who is the most famous, the 5th grade boy and now ready with scabbard and cocoa clothes complete with peci and a Qur'an.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," they murmured.

"Sir," he stretched out his hand to Mr. Akbar for the salim takzim, not to be left to Andromeda anyway. The other two were a 7-year-old woman and a 4-year-old man.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of Sundanese music colliding with night animals. Apparently this is called a party of 7 days and 7 nights, the commitment has not been but the excitement has been felt from a few days before.

Andro reflected the white smoke that he occasionally sipped with coffee on the porch of the house enjoying the night atmosphere of Mr. Akbar's house befriended all the thoughts that were drifting lately, about momy who always asks when do you want to bring a candidate? About friends who always ask when to get married? Over time singles make people's wives on the verge of cheating, Andro singled out his skewed smile. What harm? At the age of 28 he did not have a companion, because he was too busy and indifferent of course to women. For Andro his lover yes laptop, not to mention the crazy doctor always leave cute krucils but like to make dizzy, sometimes if you are talking about his nephew Andro is often suspected of being a cool widower boy 3.

Luckily tonight I brought home the food that my mother wishes to provide to the people who help, not to mention the market snacks. Upa looks so happy even though only opak, rengginang, cenil, jiwel, bugis, ulen and of course bananas.

The flower plate became the container where the food was the mother's title on the table. Upa and Arif have been fighting over the cakes while Naya.real actually iler already netes-netes since, but since his pride and dignity is still high he is reluctant to join the fight.

"Nay, why?" asked the mother to see that Naya did not seem interested, did the child not have the nav suu to eat normal human food? The answer is prestige!

"Ah, ceceu mah! Say it because the food is from a Salman celebration!" shoot Arif on target, just contact Naya memebik say, "engga ya sorry! Ceceu gini-gyi is not a gamon victim!" his jaw.

"Gamon what the hell is enin?" ask Upa. She shook her head, and she knew what Gamon was.

"Gamon is the Pokemon, the pikachu!" naya answered, he got up from the sofa, rather than having to see Arif and Upa eat make the stomach lie.

"Want to eat? I brought potato fried chili from the one with the wish?!" ask mom before Naya actually goes into the room.

"Ngga, still full!" he lied, preferring to eat with salt alone. It turns out the prestige is tormented....

Naya chose to go into her room her hand outstretched open the drawer room that had been made the mansion by termites, where to make the pool again there.

Naya plans to make a written application including personal data, diplomas, and photos.

"Tea should be a flattering job application, a month is not a long time to run a job!" his murmuring with a burning spirit.

He should start from now on, close the old sheet and open a new one.

Andro's phone rang, apparently whatsapp group call from Angkringan's owners.

"Mr Andro, how's that over there, sir?" ask Judah the son of Teguh.

"Aman Yud, oh yes I've shareloc, have a photo of the same land around if I think it's worth it!"

"Gue mah setu buh is the same kang mas Andro!" laughter Andrew son of Nino.

"Ha-ha, anjrittt! Kite otewe tomorrow is Ndro," replied Enzi, who else if not the daughter of Priyawan.

Ngaler snidul they talk until it does not feel late night, coffee was just leaving the waste. Andro closed the laptop and turned off his phone and went inside.

In this room measuring only 3×4 meters, Andro rests his body from all the fatigue that has been shackling the body all day in a white t shirt.

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The sound of water gurgling from the direction of the kitchen dim-sayup was heard to the room that Andro was riding, because the distance between the rooms is not far. His eyes are quite tired can not go back to sleep, either because in a foreign place or indeed he who is accustomed to waking up early, early in the morning, Andro rubbed the goods once twice by sweeping his eyelids in order to normalize the view with room light. The room with a lot of pictures of the patch, especially asmaul husna and the lesson schedule was not too bright, the lights were quite dim.

"Hour 3" said Andro. Madam Dewi is used to getting up at this time every day. He decided to just wake up, not tasty with the owner of the house during Andro stay often awake first.

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