(Still Revised) Grandfather's Green Lake

Desa

The two boys sat in the back, while Ari sat beside Damrah who was driving.

They're getting home. “Let's go in, Nak.”

“Mandah, wear this shirt first temporarily, yes.” said Damrah softly.

“No, can't! That's my shirt!” Ari pulled the shirt.

“Lend me a minute, pity them. I'll buy you a new one, then buy you a new toy, will you?” persuade Damrah.

Finally Ari gave up.

Their lives are going quite well, Hasan and Viza always succumb to Ari, always following Ari's will. Not only Hasan and Viza, Damrah also re-adopted two boys named M. Buntoro and Rashid Masri.

To expand his business Damrah chose to settle in the village by buying land there. He introduced his business to the villagers, about quality coffee, how to brew it for pleasure.

Ari and his 4 brothers also live in the village.

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“Please!” The sound of screaming girls.

Ari jumped into the river, helped the girl, brought her over. “If you can not swim do not pant, just take a shower on the edge.” he said indifferently and then leave.

“Wait, wait!” The girl tried to keep chasing, wanted to thank, but was ignored by Ari.

The next day he met Ari again, when he almost fell in the rice field, he caught him. “If the road is careful, look at the road, do not wild your eyes look here and there.” cynical.

“Thank you.” he said smile. Ari ignored.

The little girl with the face of ayu was named Nelma Puspita. He fell in love at first sight to Ari. He found out who the young man who had helped him was.

“Oh, he is the son of the recently moved coffee manager, Nel.” said Hardi, he is a close friend of Nelma.

“Oh.”

“Tak. I'm just curious.”

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Two years Damrah lived in the village, two years also Nelma sought Ari's attention. “Where are you going Nel?”

Nelma smiled. “Mau sightseeing only.”

“Walk to coffee shop?” Look at Hardi full of probes. “Master Damrah and his children have returned to the city. You won't be able to see them again. Especially that guy. Stop getting close to him, such a proud man why do you want to be friends with him so much?”

“Moving?” nelma asked, ignoring Hardi's other words. Not responding to his friend's protest.

Nelma was very sad, she hoped that someday she would meet Ari again.

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Years had passed, and Nelma heard the news that Lord Damrah had died. His coffee business was run by his son Ari Damrah.

That day, Nelma read the newspaper, there was written Ari Damrah a successful young entrepreneur. He was very proud to read it. Cool young man who is kind to him. He took the newspaper and hid it.

“Hai, what are you hiding?” ask Hardi. He looked at Nelma's hidden hand.

“Not existing.”

“Lying! Here look!” Forced to catch Nelma's hand. “Hah? Only newspapers?! Newspaper is it hidden so?”

Hardi opened and read the newspaper, he saw Ari Damrah's name along with a picture of his face in black and white in a newspaper print. “So this is why you hid the newspaper? You still thinking about this guy? Nel, remember you, you and him are like heaven and earth. He's tall, you're low. Poor girl from the village.”

“Iya, I know. No need to explain.” Nelma pulled the newspaper, then pushed Hardi annoyed. He went to walk quickly leaving Hardi.

‘Ah! You don't understand, it's all because I like you Nel. Just look at me a little bit, is it because I'm from the village and poor? While he is rich?’ Staring at the lethargic back of Nelma who was moving away.

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