
Actually to get married, twenty-three-year-old like me, generally also immature, there is still much to be achieved, actually the reason I made up for myself, if not to lie the right answer, I want to answer,the answer is I'm afraid to give a living, will I feed my wife?
Work remains absent, if proud as a painter ah is not enough, cigarettes only I sometimes have to roll from the butts. What will my wife be?
Such a thought must have arisen and existed, before I had done any idle practice, so beggars and lunatics were to see with other haq, that all the rizqi of all mahluq were moving
creeping upon this earth is in the power of God.
If I have practiced the science of trust, of course I was offered a marriage he-eh aja.
I walked fast because I was so tired
my eyes, the watch in my hand already showed ten o'clock in the afternoon, I stopped when I wanted to
crossing the highway, waiting for that car
passing quiet, suddenly a sweet little voice
sound behind me.
“Mas Ian, wait.!” juwita's voice ran over
bringing green crackles, catching up with me.
“This mas, later to break the fast.”
“Still a lot.” while extending a hand
to receive.
But the girl pulled him away from my hand,
“Let me bring you.” said Juwita, seraya
running ahead of me, crossing over, me too
following her from behind, I saw Juwita from
back, I don't feel like I'm gulping, ah
you devil, he likes to tempt people, but he doesn't
do not be tempted by Satan, this is real really
perfect girl, nimble, jolly, ah glek
uhuk, I swallowed too much, so
kinda choked. “Mas Ian, I want to see his work, please
right?” I nagged, how to refuse,
a big smile, white teeth, dimples
cheeks, eyes fluttering, oh come crashing down
defense, my chest is really stirred like
the turbulence of lava bubbled, but it had no
the way out of the cliff of my heart out of fear
with my chasms and shadowy cliffs
alone, Juwita walks beside me.
Maybe five years ago, I met you
Juwita, before I became Kyai's student, ah sure
I've been dating, but now it's different, I
if people like Juwita weren't there
near me, for it is very difficult to resist lust,
it is very hard to fight with your own lust.
“Mas Ian forgive Abah yes, indeed Abah always
so, if you have the ceplas ceplos aja without
thought, maen jodok-ja, this is it
what time?” the girl said.
“Ah, no papa kok.” maybe Juwita already have
girlfriend at school so unwilling
betrothed, I'm aware of the girl now,
moreover, a girl as beautiful as Juwita, I'm jealous? Yes “, but if you really want to
choose,” the voice of the girl sounds spoiled, “Mas
Ian choose Juwita huh?!” pleretars..! Petard-like
lit in my ear, startled, as free as
off right this girl. Almost my heart
dislodged, fortunately after taking a breath I felt
there's still.
Fortunately Juwita was not long at my workplace
and many times he was amazed
my painting, I smiled, until then
going home, the girl suddenly pinched her nose
my love, “You are indeed hebaaat.” he said
gemes, his sudden act was indeed
surprised me, but I couldn't escape.
Oh, come on, I saw him running around
leaving me, I go to sleep immediately
considering I have to work tonight.
Tonight I just work hard until the hour
half two in the morning, because it is less
rest, I go to sleep, my lamp
turn off, but the lighting lights outside are still
can break through the wind hole. Haven't
for five minutes I fell asleep, I felt
my body is sticky in ceramics and cannot be moved
and from the door of the musholla saw the girls