Utari Kencana
Blue umbrella

Idiot...

Utari and Praja hitch a big ship made of wood that reaches the port of the largest island. Praja's intention to return to the Lelembut mountain was also lost because Praja was afraid to ascend in the cave Singo Puteh is very cold according to the experience of Utari.

Farewells must occur at every meeting, whether it be a farewell to meet again or an Eternal farewell. As well as the Utari and Praja meetings which were not planning meetings, Utari and Praja parted ways at the crossroads of their Kingdom.

"I know you're the late Crown Prince Sri Kencana Kusuma!" praja said before the farewell of two people who have now become friends.

"I suggest not to be seen and be careful, everyone in Wanara loyal to the late Crown Prince Sri Kencana Kusuma has been killed!" praja's words were accompanied by a wave of rough fingers floating in the air, Utari was stunned by the message of his new friend.

Something really bad happened to his family in Wanara.....

As planned Utari arrived in Wanara is still early in the afternoon, the girl was tirelessly settling in front of the Margo Molyo Palace building. A special palace for the residence of the Crown Prince's family. Not difficult for Utari who has mastered two basic elements of kanuragan and also one element combination that is very difficult to master the Swordsman ,to just enter the magnificent and spacious Palace building.

The Main Room, which was usually inhabited by his father and mother, became the main purpose of Utari at dawn, Utari the dissident child wanted to surprise his parents who were still asleep.

The atmosphere of the room is still the same as when Utari stayed. The sword of his father's collection is still neatly arranged in the corner of the room near the window that Utari just broke. The ancient books were neatly arranged on the shelf which was at the end of Utari's view.

The round eyes looked towards the bed that was still covered in white guava, all the words of Praja again ringed in Utari's muse. The young girl ventured closer to her parents' beds, even though she knew she would be subject to rampage and possibly punishment. But the curiosity in his heart was no less sinister.

Someone fell asleep there and it wasn't Dad or Utari's mother but.....

Salendra....

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Now it's...

The weather was not friendly that morning, apparently drizzle from yesterday afternoon did not want to stop. Aska who is ready to go to teach must find an umbrella on the sidelines of the closet that almost mepet clothes to the wall.

Aska's hand has managed to reach the handle of a blue umbrella with the logo of Bank Rakyat Indonesia. Lately the gentle patient man often felt upset, because he was told to break up from his lover Ratih or because Utari suddenly appeared and always ruined his day.

Both of them, both of them make Aska like selling his patience that has no limits to go somewhere. It was like a mother who had five children, every thing so grunted by Aska.

Even the gift umbrella he opened an account to accommodate the salary of being his teacher was also getting dakwahan from Aska this morning.

"There is also a blue umbrella.Why did I open an account there!" the blue color reminds Aska of Utari who always makes tall and athletic men are easily upset.

Aska walked casually in the rain because she did not have morning classes, but Aska, who was a lover of Islam, did not want to be late and made her murits imitate her.

"Then we just break up!" ratih said in front of his father that afternoon.

"But Rat....!" said Aska but cut by Ratih's father.

"Son, don't sin with our daughter.If you don't want to share it with Ratih, then with all due respect our family.We beg you to stay away from Ratih!" it was the final verdict of Ratih's father who immediately left Aska of course after saying hello.

"Sorry, but we'd better split up....Utari also said that we are not meant to be together, I feel Utari!" that long sentence was the end of the conversation that afternoon.

Aska was still standing there, she let out a long sigh.

He had to make a decision in the end. The decision that Ratih made for them was also not a bad thing, because according to Aska Utari's talk about not being a match for Aska and Ratih was just a joke. And the time that will slap Utari's mouth later, Aska is very sure Ratih is his soul mate.

Aska again continued his footsteps filled his soul to serve his country, educate the nation's children he said.

My murit would laugh if he knew how his teacher could be this weak just from facing two women.not two but one and one.

Aska's laughter breaks under the blue umbrella.The tail words in the narrative make him imagine Utari who turns out to be a mouse demon or a rabbit that has a cute tail.

I must be crazy...

Angkot majored to the school where teaching Aska was passing by and the man in neat and handsome batik clothes climbed into the angkot which only contained one middle-aged woman who appeared to use a PNS uniform.

The two people who did not know each other just smiled and nodded their heads to show their respect.

The location of the elite school where Aska teaches is indeed an area that is rarely passed by people, an elite area that not everyone can enter carelessly.

The angkot driver could only drive Aska in front of the entrance of the area, and to enter the school Aska had to wait for Varo's car which would soon reach where he stood.

"Montor's sister's tail is broken again?" varo's first question accompanies Aska's buttocks to the leather seat next to her sister who also sits with an enthusiastic face.

"Dad you already ngijinin brother back...get at home in the slum alley!" question to two Varo who successfully fished a fist in Aska's right hand.

"Sir..why...!"

"Can diem ngak loe..kak no longer dizzy!" said Aska growled.

"Drink the medicine!" varo's answer was correct but made Aska even more furious.

Finally the black luxury sedan stopped in front of a very extraordinary building, because it is more like a work of architecture compared to school because the design is made by Italians directly so there is a European feel in some classrooms.