Bojomu My spirit

Serena Ajeng Puspita

Yuk, Same acquaintance Ajeng!

Note: Not about actors, ehhehhe.

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Sreng, sreng, sreng ....

Opened with a swing hand Ajeng who was busy making food for the children of the orphanage in his village, every morning this is the routine Ajeng, he was not married, but every morning was cooked for the children.

Serena Ajeng Puspita, out of nowhere and whose idea until the modern first name is in the name Ajeng.

"Jeng!" bude Lastri's.

"Call me, Serena!"

He is the most bongkot orphanage child, arguably the first one to enter so foster children here yes Ajeng, until this moment, right at the age of who has almost stepped on the number three, he is still there, he is still there, devoted and not married.

His dream partner's standard is high, but he's not high, ahahahaha.

Ajeng, that was already his typical call even though he wanted to be called Serena, ignore it.

Since she was little, she had no idea where and who her parents were, which she clearly believed were not the people she was because until she left her home, say it and think of it, if what business they are doing at this time, Ajeng does not want to know, the most important thing is that he reads prayers every day.

Ajeng is only a graduate of SMU, he does not continue to remember the mother of the home is old and needs his help, with Bude Lastri, his collaboration is very real and reliable.

"Jeng, ma'am Tiwi asked for the sauce to be separated!"

"Well, how to be separated anyway, it's good to be united, united we are firm, divorced we .. unite ourselves to another!" reply Ajeng.

"Ahahahahah, shucks!"

Ajeng bring two large trays to the front, Tiwi ma'am is the number one woman here, the mother of the parlour and the woman who takes care of Ajeng from small, if you want to know Ajeng, live Tiwi's makeup, live Tiwi, only so far no young man wants to know about Ajeng.

"Bok you're wearing make up, Jeng. Who immediately became a girl, how do you want to practice if you are not dancing, people who jog that jog yesterday, and dress it love!" the meaning is too thick until the original face is not visible. "You don't lose!"

Ajeng screeched, "Well, my standard is yes, Bude Lastri, horrified!" he sat closer. "I don't like the same guy who sucks just smacking kayak kidang that, the turn that girl muter, he just stay Hek-ah-hek-ah, I want him who sits in a big chair, he just stay Hek-ah, wear a uniform like a Hikam mas that loh, understand right?"

Plaque!

"Is that true, Jeng? Don't talk about her husband people, mbak Dewi in the cold you ya kayak beach water same water tub!"

"Hish, it's both water!" bela Ajeng's.

Hikam Mahatma, not a single man, is married and five years old. He has lived almost seven years in this village, his work in the village hall, his wife should not be asked, which bude Lastri said was true, the most beautiful village girl in all.

Since Hikam settled and was active in this village, since then Ajeng made Hikam a model of his dream partner, even when he was weak, as soon as Hikam passed, the battery was fully filled.

Hikam and Dewi have been blessed with two handsome and beautiful children, the young family looks harmonious, even their two children who are new to Kindergarten have been well known by local residents, although they belong to the class of people, but that does not mean they do not want to join the Ajeng models like this, they often go to the orphanage.

Dag, dig, dug.

Ajeng tiptoed peek at the enchanting face, the husband of people is more tempting, but he was not terbesit intention to tempt Hikam until he became a wife or what. For him, Hikam is a view, a target of dreams, he must try to get the same as Hikam.

One of his efforts is at least a little similar to the Goddess.

CAN'T BE! (The stones even cheered so.)

"Jeng, where are you going?" bu Tiwi knows, just wanted to make sure.

"What lipstick?" who cooks chirp instead of cabbage soup.

Ajeng inching closer, he showed his tray stuffing while frowning in front of Bu Tiwi, still not separated from the initial stage selection.

"Don't make the goddess Males come here, these eyes don't just blink to the mas Hikam!"

"Yes, Mom. Do not blink sedain mas Hikam, it is a natural blink, I do not blink, nakutin!"

Ahahahah, right. Bu Tiwi could not answer anymore, lost already with Ajeng.

His broad steps changed as he reached the front of the room where Hikam and Dewi were, everyone there seemed to be pleased with the sharing session from Hikam, not just sembako, but also ask questions about personal matters, as much as possible Hikam and Dewi answered, the Goddess was a former psychologist, so Ajeng knew.

No, he is not daunted, SMU graduation is the same, even the experience of being a psychologist is more free and long.

Wh why? Many friends are upset at school, confiding sessions until the lips are chapped, not to mention if the new vent break up or connect, can all hours of lessons he just dominates.

Someone wrote the name of his lover in the hands using razor blades, until the hands hurt all. Some daydream by the window while singing, which is even more trendy, suicide trials because of cheating on girlfriends.

Fortunately Ajeng never, it was he never anyone who fans.

Kinky sawo, that's Ajeng's nickname.

"Mas Hikam and Mbak Dewi, do not just answer them, let's eat the color!" Ajeng put it slowly like a Solo princess.

"Makasi ya, Jeng. It's not, cabbage soup, where's the chirp?" reply Hikam.

Chirp because my heart is made to mess with you, Mas Hikam!

Auuuhh, want to scream while prancing, remember to keep the image.

"This cool language, Dad!" timpal mbak Goddess.

Hikam smiled, he tasted the cabbage soup that Ajeng served, he admitted while mangosteen, praising Ajeng through the thumbs that he raised high in front of Ajeng.

Oh My God!

Plaque!

"Jeng." bude Lastri pressed Ajeng's shoulder slightly after hitting him.

"What?"

Bude Lastri bowed, "You're not here, they're going to open a consul's session, and watch people eat, there!"

The short throbbing magic, remember, should not be ugly in front of Hikam, he should appear like a Goddess, even at the tip of a fingernail.

At night, the,

Bu Tiwi got tired of looking for Ajeng where, as soon as she went outside to the side of the parlour.

"Tri, Lastriiiiiiiiii!" he shouted, bude Lastri ran over, his tea was about to fall.

"What, Mom?"

"That's a loh, even cockfighting the Ajeng!"