Bojomu My spirit

Unrecognised

Aryan!

No, no one believes it!

"Arya, Ms. Tiwiiiii .. see, when I forgot about me!" Arya clucked, she assured once again, until she had to take off her suit, if necessary the shoes will also be removed, without clothes are also common. "What a god, Darma's son, Manta Kades!"

Bu Tiwi still did not want to believe, his face was indeed similar to Arya the son of the former Kades sir, but if the appearance of Arya this seemed to tarnish the image of Arya at that time, missing all the image of the little shack on Arya, this is the perfect guy.

Hikam hurriedly threw the shoes into Arya's chest.

"Bego, sick!" this is the jargon of Arya.

Hikam just believe, there is always the word that if Arya who he knows and all the villagers know, he took a seat even though the other three women are still reluctant to believe.

Aryan figure who used to appear disheveled, passionate face, not the same as this one, neat and authoritative.

"Chicken broth?" Arya glares. "Say he's changed, why cockfighting again, crazy dong I'm here already handsome, he's cockfighting!"

"Hush, wong is just a good-looking, he's disappointed with Ganjar!" hikam.

The frenzy? Arya fiddled with the contents of her head, a strange name, her forehead wrinkled until both her eyebrows were bent.

What happened lately was conveyed from Hikam's own mouth, he admitted his carelessness regarding the background of Ganjar and the others before he introduced to Ajeng.

Disappointment no one can drive him away except for two things, a chicken fight again or sitting all day in the river, throwing stones.

"Who is she?" ask Arya.

"Say she was with her husband Desi, Nak Arya. That, Mr. Tarno!" replied Tiwi ma'am, all nodding.

Ah, Arya where know with those people, it is precisely her who is known for being too phenomenal.

Before following Ajeng, this time Hikam allow because only stubborn Arya can pull Ajeng back, even though he can not accept Arya's past, but he can not accept Arya, the choice was just to wait for Ajeng who was getting lost or to see Ajeng quarrel with Arya, but to return home.

The second choice became Hikam's decision, all preparing to fix Arya's appearance.

"Eh, no, I'm wearing this, Bude Latri .. don't want to wear a regular shirt, I want to Ajeng see how if I wear a suit!" Arya returns her appearance, rejecting the T-shirt that Dewi just picked up from home, at least Arya looks like she used to, afraid Ajeng was shocked to see Arya turned into an oppa-oppa. "Gue's leaving, you have to take the same promise you made to me, Kam. Watch out for you!"

The three women turned to Hikam, while Hikam was silent, this was for Ajeng's sake.

He promised to allow Ajeng to choose if he wanted to be with Arya, then Hikam would release him, if Ajeng refused, then Hikam would let him go, then the dja must allow Arya to try to win the heart of Ajeng in any way that is important there is more halal.

"Russia, Nda. Later, if you have to know who I am, I'll tell you, no problem, until when I become his dream, after all there is nothing similar to me, except him, my own sister!" said Hikam after arriving home with Dewi.

In the field near the village hall, Ajeng turned his hat back, his forehead began to glisten with sweat and the sun.

"JEWEL, AJENG, AJENG!" cheers after cheers resounded violently, all mentioning the name Ajeng.

The girl stood in the middle of the field holding her beloved chicken, she won twice today, cheering and endearing once again.

"Come, who wants to break Ajeng's chicken, huh?" Raise his chicken high, offering who else will fight the chicken. "I'm going to give you a bigger bet, all the prizes I've got are going to give you guys who win!"

Who wouldn't want this, three people came forward to bring the chicken, including Mr. Tarno, husband bu Desi.

He dropped the chicken, he poured out the money he had just received, he fluttered in all directions, gave everyone the scent of money, bewitched everything.

Pluit blown, one by one the chickens the three men advanced, they gave each other spirit.

Ajeng shouted in excitement, clapped and cheered his rooster, so expertly in the middle of the dusty field.

"Yes, I won, move on again!" Get ready, the point is that he should be happy today.

Pak Tarno back and forth lowered his cock, there was another figure standing behind Ajeng, a phenomenal man who was feared for being able to swallow their daughter.

Since it was looking for the name Ajeng, not in the middle of the field, again cheering, jumping, befriending the dust and sand of various chicken tai, and, another one does not wear sandals alias nyeker like his chicken.

But, this is Ajeng Arya knows, the cockfighter.

"Heh, why stop the cheers, then why not go down the chicken, Mr Tarno?" he pointed at everyone on the field. "You're tired or laper, just calm down, run out of this event if there's a meatball kang passing by, all free, eat his troupe sampe back, I pay, come on!"

No, all refused, choosing to take their chickens and say goodbye to Ajeng, the choice was only on the chicken or their daughter who could be a biduan, he said, or maybe their favorite biduan can move to the figure behind the Ajeng.

"Heh, how on ninggalin Ajeng anyway, not enough just one person who died, why, do not like meatballs mang Fajar, huh? Dumplings, or what, what do you want?!" no one heard him and left him. "What do you want, can you tell me what you want, I'll buy it, don't go kayak watching demit!"

"There's a demon here, don't feel lo!" sahut Aryan.

The deg!

Ajeng looked up, pulled his head back until the two eyes saw the face of the owner of the voice earlier, he knew and memorized the voice of who it was, none other than the man who had been leaving this village for months, he said he wanted to study and get married.

His heart was pounding incoherently, there was a handsome man behind him.

"God!" Arya pull Ajeng's arm.

Ajeng tepis, his face turned ketus as if he did not know Arya, he carried his chicken, absolutely did not want to see Arya's face.

"Pantes no one wants to be here, there is a superior demit," said Ajeng slowly. "Ajeng doesn't know you, who is there? What are you going to do here, destroy the race, who is it?" melengos, the dust is better to see than the demit of that one.

"Ck, you say you don't know, but can accuse me of demit, it means you know. Look at me dong!" Arya clawed Ajeng's chin.

Plaque!

"Sok kegantengan aja want to be seen, males, look dicermin aja there, until vomit see his own face!" aveng nagged, he raised his chicken sling. "Come, go home, Yam, free no one wants to win with us, no one is sincere, all reason, oil blush until the thigh smooth, we are not smooth, just go!"

Ajeng really did not consider the presence of Arya, the girl walked away without caring about the streets are hot, not wearing sandals and stupid with hairdo and face.

If Ajeng is not famous, it can be considered crazy.

In the chicken coop, he sat for a long time, the chicken was put in, then removed again, in and out until the chicken confused itself to be flanked, the owner is not clear.

"Mas Arya has not managed to seduce him, lontong kupatnya not eaten, stale hunt later, come dong mas Arya!" bude Lastri urged Arya, thinking lontong kupat.

Huh!

Arya took off her suit, she rolled it up in her arms, pulled her hair back while walking to the chicken coop.

His long legs stepped with full charm, like an idol who endak meet his fans.

Yuck!

Just entering he had already vomited, had not yet cleaned up, was knocked back before struggling.

Ajeng turned his head, shook his head, thinking Arya was weak.

"Wong stinks like this, I'm throwing up, you city guy!" muttered Ajeng.