Destiny Love Nirmala

Bara Biantara's

...O heart, you are not mine but His. It's not my power to make this taste exist. I never asked, not once did I expect. O owner of the heart, remove this taste. Let it be empty, until You find it with its benefactor....

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This morning was like the morning before. The sun shines brightly with mega-crackers, like white cotton between the horizons. A beautiful panorama of the painting of the Most Perfect God. The sun, the clouds and the sky are a unity that God presents, as an embodiment that He exists and has dominion over the universe.

A girl with a fluffy smile, stood among the blooming flowers. His smile was able to thrill and ravage the hearts of any man. No exception, the young man who had been his secret admirer all this time.

"Beautiful morning" said a man in a black jacket. He threw a smile, the girl in front of him bowed in embarrassment.

"What flowers are you looking for, Mom?" tanya Nirmala ventured.

The young man clucked. "Don't call me Mas. I'm still young...."

"Then?" sahut Nirmala pulled an eyebrow up.

"Call me Bara.."the man replied as if looking for something.

Nirmala patted the jidat. "I forgot, what flowers to buy, Mom? Oops, I mean ... Embers. What's a flower for someone?"

"Yups, I want to buy flowers for someone. But I was confused what flowers fit. Can you choose?" ask Bara to Nirmala.

The girl in purple seemed to think for a moment. "If you may know, is she your boyfriend? How is the character? Silent, sweet or—"

"He was quiet, sweet and meek. But he's not my girlfriend" Bara said, looking at the fresh flowers around him.

Nirmala was bearded, then went inside the store for a while. Now he's back with a flower in his hand. "What about white roses?"

Bara frowned then stared within the light brown eye bead. "White rose, do you like it?"

Now it was Nirmala's turn to frown. "If I'm the one being asked, yeah. White roses are my favorite flower."

"Well, I'll get a white rose. How much?" Bara pulled out his wallet and waited for Nirmala's reply.

"The rose is fifteen thousand" answered Nirmala.

Bara took out a bill of ten thousand with five thousand and handed it to Nirmala. "Here's the money.Take the change."

Nirmala turned over two pieces of money given by Bara. "This is it, money fitting. Where's the change?"

Bara chuckles featuring dimples. He felt happy for having made the girl in front of him gawk with an innocent look. "This is for you. Take it...."

Nirmala stared at Bara and then at the flower that was thrust upon her. "I mean take it?"

Bara drew Nirmala's hand and gave the flower. "This is for you, for our first meeting. Maybe there'll be a second, third, fourth and next meeting."

After giving the girl a white rose, Bara left without a word. Leaving a girl who has never felt in love with mixed feelings and an irregular heartbeat.

"Yes pardon...!" Nirmala pressed against the chest, feeling the new thump she had experienced for the first time. "There are guys today." Nirmala smiled to herself and inhaled the distinctive scent of roses.

"Ehm.. beware 'ntar kesambet loh smiley-smile yourself." Uni Ara suddenly appeared from behind Nirmala's shocking back. Makes the girl wrong.

"Be careful not to fantasize, 'the devil passes by .. trance is complete, where is young!" ara shouted teasingly at Nirmala. He giggled while shaking his head. However, his mind was filled with curiosity to the young man who gave his employees a white rose. Because he almost every day saw the man standing still across the store.

Nirmala pretended not to hear Ara's cry, she continued walking straight without even saying Ara's words. His mind now wants to immediately hide his face while relieving heart beat that is too late.

...***...

The frenetic night, between the ear-pounding thump of music and the sound of screaming that hints at freedom. Ragas who do not know the purpose of life, are enjoying the mortal world in a different way. Have fun in a very intoxicating sip of alcohol.

"Girl, there's om-om ngeliatin loe tuh!" yelled Mona Nala's best friend.

The girl with the length of shoulder-length hair rolled her head looking to the point indicated by Mona. Seemed by him now a middle-aged man waved his hand while squinting at him.

"Wuih... This is not just any om-om, Mon!" nala. "Gile... is old but the face is the same body .. yahut really...!" lontar Nala stared at the man as he formed his lips as sensually as possible.

Mona pushes her best friend's back. "Come on Nal, brush!! Porotin money!"

Nala turned to Mona. "Take it easy, not Nala Susanto name if 'can not morotin money om it. What the hell can I not do?"

Nala confidently walked up to the man who was almost the same age as her father and without the slightest embarrassment she just sat on the lap. "Hi Om... know my name is Nala...."

The man pulled his lips to one corner. "Beautiful-beautiful, naughty!"

The black girl chuckled and then wrapped her arms over her neck. "If girls are okay where they might hang out at the discotheque, Om. It's in the mosque, njai!"

The man wearing a black suit poked Nala's chin. "You can be beautiful. Om is so anxious. Ngamar yuk!"

Nala came down from the lap and sat down next to the man. "Sorry Om, Nala's still a seal. Not a bookie, either. Especially for a drink or just a walk."

"Curtain! Selling is expensive!" the man's lips while squeezing Nala's chest. "Ntar also you must be addicted if you already fretted once," he said annoyed.

Nala slumped her head over her shoulders while the swaying was spoiled. "Don't get angry dong Om... Nala is still plain. All this time other om-om pay me just to be able to drink the same golf!"

The man of the land crocodile sighed. "Well, if so accompany me to drink until morning. I paid you a million, deal?"

"Deal, Um!" Nala welcomed the man's handshake cheerfully. "Yes, Om didn't tell me whose name Om was, yet" Nala's great-grandson stroked the man's chest.

The married man reached into the pocket of his pants and took out a business card. "It's Om's business card. Keep it good, who knows when you change your mind."

Nala spelled out the name listed above the business card. "Sak-ti Hen-dra-wan's. Director of PT Semesta Batubara."

"Wow... It must be a conglomerate!" pekik Nala is happy. His eyes shone because in his brain right now it was only money and money.

Sakti smiled obliquely. "Save yes. if you need anything, just call the Om number listed there."

Nala nodded. "Surely Om, I will definitely keep this card well. Want to drink some more?"

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