AS BRIGHT AS YOUR TEARS

back to campus

Bubbles out through the gaps of the window grating. The smell is getting stuck in the nose. Even though people will not put a care. Riyan's body condition is getting thinner. He rarely went out of the room, his attitude was closed, lazy to meet other people.

Many times his mother talked to him about light-mild, study problems had lagged a few weeks. Enjoy Riyan switched the conversation about his papa's business at the office. Because the last time he saw his father was a beautiful woman. First thought, how could his papa cheat on him as a personal assistant. The first reason is often clubbing at one of the karaoke venues. Riyan hastily diverted bad thoughts about her papa.

"From this moment, my mother noticed that she was in turmoil. It's hard for you to have a wrong observation. Evidence like this, lazy college, make what narrow-minded."

"What is this mama talking about?"

"It's for your future. Know, today is the beginning of the next life."

"That's it...."

"You are the core family's hope. How will papa's business survive, while you still think about the girl."

Until whenever Riyan wishes her love does not clap one hand. Long wait to realize his dream, he has a plan to be able to conquer the heart. Shanry looked riled up to see the condition. Attention must be fully paid off. Prayers and hopes are always offered, someday the ideals of his son are achieved.

Mang Dul while developing in the garden water the flowers. This little habit is enough as a free entertainment of his employer's children. It's the day a middle-aged man complains at the pleas of his wife's son.

"Pepet. Don't keep on much."

When he turned his head came a voice, Mang Dul jumped in shock. There was no one here to notice the way he worked.

"You're always making a fuss."

"Don't have a mind...."

More and more sewot, "rich talk. Any material becomes chat. Women have a lot of material. What work is done. The kitchen work must be stacked."

"Wait first! Who talks a lot? Men always win by themselves."

"Not really."

"What's the evidence?" mbok ijah. We are servants, we have the same attention with Riyan. I feel sorry for every day in my room, but at best I play guitar."

"Don't know."

"Yes, I've."

The devotion of two helpers deserves thumbs up. No wonder Ms. Shanry is so attentive when someone is sick. They were quickly taken to the doctor. Sometimes it is misunderstood, they can do anything. Among them, Riyan often confided with Dul mang, from mild-light problems in the gasebo. Year.the most favorite place for a story.

Lazy to open the door when seen there are guests, since it stood without certainty like a goat congek aja. Mbok Ijah not only complicated itself when asking for help with Mang Dul, open the main door.

So lazy middle-aged man rolled embracing the pole gasebo. This afternoon Riyan has not fully accepted what sometimes disturbs the subconscious mind.

"Hey.... What the hell is it! Storm... keep."

Embarrassed darling retreat regularly, mbok Ijah immediately release his embrace.

"Try.this house always makes noise by your voice. What actually happened. Mbok be blunt. Don't confuse me with facing a new problem. The first one is not finished."

"Tau mistress... Ijah find a commotion. He always wanted to get attention."

"From now on, don't fight anymore. Poor Riyan, you should be able to realize it. How is his mental state. Remember, to repeat it means you know the consequences."

"Well madam." answered both.

"Well, that's much better."

Both of them blame each other, if given the condition of their employers. Another rush, Riyan's men began to look for other support. Their daily lives are disrupted. Understand, regional children live in boarding houses. Riyan's financial assistance is highly expected, his three men are good at finding excuses.

"Jiko....?" kijeko Tegur.

Joko again males talk. The day is delayed when Kijeko's hand grips his shoulder. Jiko tried to let go of the clutches getting louder, Joko was lazy to talk seriously to explain everything.

"Not usually you say softer. Most importantly we can find a way for Riyan to be among us."

"How can you be sure?"

"Only entering the page has been banned. Trus, with what power do we do?"

"Yep, I have a suggestion.we approach his mother first."

"Yes, your idea was good. Is it going to go smoothly?" Kijeko is a little low.

"Effort is far nobler than holding hands. It's just a curse of fate."

"The decision is his name."

"Frank me....?

Without further ado, Joko is his cement midfielder. First off, meet Shanry's mother. For the sake of curiosity, because all this time the family was very closed.

Exactly at five, both of them had arrived in front of the gate, not to mention the motor was still roaring. The noise is increasingly becoming, the son of a delinquent. His work always makes a fuss.

Mang Dul was curious about the sound of the motor pacing. Not to mention his voice was pressing on the ears. Without being told by her employer she halau should make peace in the home environment.

"God! Turn off motor. Or is this bamboo drifting...?!" meng Dul Anger.

Ciut also had two young men face a middle-aged man. Well-mannered. His attitude suddenly changed relaxed his war. Then I got a warm welcome.

"What are you doing here again...?"

"That helps us. This time just want to meet with Riyan.." pinta Joko.

Mang Dul snorted furiously at the nature of these two young people. Previously he had been hit, this afternoon want to take his employer's child. From behind the window Riyan heard a noise in the courtyard.

Riyan got off the bed while his feet fumbled in search of flip-flops. He opened the door handle slowly afraid his voice was heard by his mother. So it must have been a rundown. He must have strong motivation this time to lose his emptiness. Exposed curtain. He looked at Mang Dul again. Had a good laugh. There are only two friends until reckless as himself.

The door slowly opened. Riyan made sure her mother didn't sit in the rocking chair. The throne is where her mother continues to monitor the condition of her beloved son. Every moment needs balance in thinking. Advice from doctor Lita Stability Riyan easily cured. Provided it provides space for him to interact with the outside world.

"Thankfully nothing." - Ryan's voice.

Be careful when you take the stairs. Before descending through the middle stairs, he made sure to go out to the balcony. It was true that two of his colleagues were still arguing fiercely. Without a second thought, Riyan immediately met the two. It turns out that people who are quiet and change ferociously also experience the hardest phases. Not to mention his heart was still overgrown what a severe jealousy. Until whenever his love will be fought so the spirit is still left.

Joko and Kijeko gawk. Both lips are similar. As if both of them were living in a dream, the unit from his eyes was also looking around for the freshness master on Riyan's face. Ih, where perhaps their admiration was changed by riots. Joko steps on Kijeko's foot to look at Riyan not to look like a village detective. Anything that is in front of the eyes does not escape scrutiny.

"Tuh Ri..yan," Joko continued.

Kijeko was not sure of his vision. His face looks weird. I don't know where else that's fierce. Which girl won't be conquered. Everything will bend its knees. Or will give special motivation, later get more attention.

"Squeaky..."

"You don't give much judgment."

"This is reality" whispered Joko.

"Remember! You guys don't fuck around."

"Quiet."

Mang Dul while poking the bamboo towards them. Before leaving. Riyan waved his hand to get out of the way and listen to the conversation. Then the news reached his mother's ears. So the hope is finished to knit the threads of his love.

"Wait for mang. The road is in such a hurry. My message. Want dread. This incident should not be confused with mama. If you knew, I wouldn't forgive you. Try remembering. Yeah, that's where Mang Dul can go."

"Good..."

"That's my hope."

Joko could breathe a sigh of relief. Estimates are that Riyan will soon be evicted because it has messed things up in his house. Kijeko silently observed all of Riyan's movements. Every time a person's character will experience the phases of panca roba. He gets angry when he talks. Kijeko won't be tackling any more complicated issues on campus. Not yet complete see the face of Riyan looks tapered.

"Riyan's..."

"Tell me. I'm all set. Or this time I'll be more nervous..."

"More calm. Isn't that Jeko?" Joko asked for reinforcement.

"Yes, that means a warm welcome. At least you want to listen to other people's complaints. Oh, I almost forgot how you were."

"As you can see now. I'm fine."

"Trus when did it come in...?"

Joko, when it comes to talking, he's a world champion. Until the affairs of the girls he missed the same. The reason they are cliche, continues who wants to deket-deket men usually promises without certainty. Riyan rubbed his chest. Who else expected him to go to college. Ants just males see the war.usually make a storm.

"You want to laugh at me...!"

"Remove your prejudice, so far as it has not been proven. What good intentions are forbidden? Kan doesn't. Come on. Why did you waste our youth, man."

"You have faith?'

"He must have a purpose. What happens when we stay silent. Not much more comment. Tomorrow is the best day, and that's you..."

"You're muter-muter. What happened and the relationship in my personal life. At least have some added value." Riyan.

"Patience friends...!"

"Bosen denger ocehamu."

A deal is hard to find the meeting point. Riyan wanted to obey the will of two colleagues, to enter college. The bazaar on campus was soon opened by the campus.

"It's just an issue. Ray. Do you have no feeling of loyalty. Your arrival has a special meaning. At least your parents want to see their son have a purpose."

Riyan was currently rightly cornered by the difficult choice, his sense of similar heart was replaced by a bodem punch. What may be a love story wrapped up by patience. A minimum of stable emotions were not easily tainted by the turmoil of his soul. Limitations of envy sometimes more encouraging men tend to be easily carried away in the search for identity.

The good news soon spread to all directions. Like a bunch of bees, ready to fly with the queen

The two teenagers pleaded. How not to like dapet money. As well as a spoonful

blue cover letter.

"I know what to do. Calm. Everything will go smoothly like a flood."

"Trust in you."

"Add more dong...?"

"Go quickly! Or this bamboo drifts and stabs your stomach. Mau.." threatened Riyan.

Hap..a thousand second steps to the motor. Placing the gas. Like a defeated soldier on his knees as a prisoner. Riyan walked into the house with a smile. At first glance he glanced at the side of the courtyard. Two days to come wait for the good news. On the other hand there were two pairs of eyes watching closely. Linda sulked at her husband to give Riyan some leeway in her social style. Rarely hang out in angkringan. His favorite is rarely owned by his peers, night air connoisseurs.

"I'm glad to hear that. We as parents are wise. Her negligence all this time, think of it as purification."

'We'll see his mental development."

"Papa is not sure and cares..."

Sardy reddened his face, time could respond that he was too concerned about the business world. The authority in the office is still brought home, all actions based on careful calculation. Linda just likes to be able to pair with a level of brilliant thinking. On the downside there is a husband as a supporter when many have financial difficulties. The dream is only read above.

"Okey."

"Papa remember!" Linda lazy.

"Lho. Riyan. Francesca. Try calling and asking something. Riyan's health this week has been medically improved."

"Well.." Linda replied flatly.

Linda's shot was not just about personal matters. As a mother, it is appropriate to leave the choice to her only child. First review, Riyan the sole heir.

Fall out of hope to investigate what Sardy did outside office hours. Linda does not want to drag on in a slump. Slowly but surely Riyan got up. In the first week of July he arranged the books in a closet on a bookshelf. His smile began to grow ready to look at tomorrow.

"Hurry clean up ...!"

"At..."

"Surely speaking dong."

"Ah, not so. Afraid of getting angry

Puih, exclaimed mang Dul while continuing to work diligently transporting thick books in the rows of blue diary books. Perhaps a dozen pilot pens are still tucked away in the writing restrictions.

"Du... What should I say...?"

"Presents."

"Where's evidence? There are many books in the closet. I want her neatness to be enjoyed."

Mang Dul sparing piles of books to the side of the shelf in the help mbok Ijah. Linda smiled proudly and amazed at her persistence. Dusty cars are also victims of washing. The next day his employer will return to campus.

"Yes, Yes.." sahut mbok Ijah.

Linda quickly pulled on Ijah's shirt. It was feared that Riyan saw his mother's behavior interfere. Full forceful Linda introgiant maid.

"For the day at work in Riyan's room."

"Just..."

"You don't have to be afraid. We see it as good news. Yes, there you helped."

Accommodation preparation for his finances was returned as before. Sardy was amazed to see the VW car coming out of the garage. The model is not outdated. History has pinned a solid figure, namely Riyan as the sole heir.