Elea Loves At The Wrong Time

Vacationing

Elea's whole life was different except for one, she still relied on going food about her food. He ordered a simple dinner of just iced tea and a packet of chicken krispi. For Elea cooking is a difficult and unpleasant thing for her.Elea suddenly remembered with Maryam a friend she met yesterday if she had reached her home. Maryam is a woman who is less fortunate in love as she is. He finally realized that not everything we want becomes something very special when it comes to getting, who would have thought Maryam would have deep wounds because a marriage that people always ignore would make her happy. "why marry if you just want to hurt" muttered Elea while laying her body on the sofa. No one would have thought the marriage they were in would make the two hate each other. Didn't they marry want to add happiness but not infrequently after marrying people who were once happy turned into the most hurt. Marriage is indeed a complex story journey, where we are required to always be able to unite differences. Bringing together two different human beings, raised and educated in different environments, are suddenly united in a state and lived together for decades. Elea just imagined that she had mumet, how she had no thoughts of getting married now maybe she would change her mind but at least she was not interested in getting married. After feeling the deep disappointment, he closed his heart tightly. Many men have approached her but the trauma of the past makes her an unapproachable woman.

That morning Elea was ready to go to Makassar, she had made an agreement with Maryam, they would meet at the airport. Elea was busy packing her suitcase, she not long ago just wanted to breathe a little more air in this world. The city is now very crowded. His father and mother called and he wanted to take a vacation to his parents' city, but he abandoned it. Because this time he wanted to move a little far to the east. Elea is ready, Taxi online is waiting in front of her just wearing black and color hijab matching, do not forget the brown glasses that she pinned. Elea locked her door shut, ready to spend two weeks in her friend's town.

Elea arrived in Makassar her plane landed smoothly at the magnificent airport of Makassar, already there Maryam there waving her hands to Elea. Elea waved. Mary smiled at Elea, she was always cheerful in the eyes of Elea. He held Elea's little bag while Elea pulled her suitcase. Not many built-in Elea just a small tote bag and a large suitcase as well as a sling bag beautify the look of Elea.

"how was amanji going?"said Maryam with her Bugis accent. "iyya Alhamdulillah smoothly all, did not expect well I got here too". replied Elea. "sorry well Lea, Maksar memng this mi macat once he" maryam said begging for impeachment. Makassar is indeed one of the provincial cities that if the daytime hours are jammed. The wheels of economic turnover are very good so that the mobility of population growth is quite high. Maryam explained everything they had been through, today they would stay in a hotel in the middle of the city before Maryam brought Elea to her village.

"lea, we're going to the beach tonight? The icon of the city of makassar," Take Maryam, Elea who was sitting on the bed hanha nodded. He was still clingy and wanted to fall asleep for a while. Elea fell asleep when she woke up in the afternoon. After bathing and praying Ashar, he and Maryam decided to take a walk in Makassar. He spent the afternoon taking a walk to the Panakukang mall. Ela did not forget to capture the moment of his walk with Maryam they were very cheerful, that afternoon they decided to end their streets and return to the hotel.

Evening came, after the prayer of maghrib and murojaah briefly Elea and Maryam continued their journey. They want to travel by using their grab and then arrive at the beach losari, enjoy the breeze of makassar, explore the seafront and look at the lights across it seems to reduce a little tired Elea, Elea, he had never been on vacation and felt the smell of the sea breeze like now. He was a little entertained, Elea and Maryam also did not forget to the mosque 99 dome icon of the city of Makassar.

The night was getting late they finally ended the streets that night, tomorrow morning They will go to the village of Maryam. His parents were waiting for them, he said his mother had already cooked the buras and tape. Elea was so excited they went home that night to the hotel with a happy feeling.

As usual Elea always woke up in a third of the night, murojaah and waiting subuhan. He and Maryam had taken a bath and prepared to go to Maryam House.4 hours drive by car from the city center of Makassar to Maryam area. Elea chose to sleep on the road, she was only good if the driver stopped to eat, he said,.

At 10 am Elea and Maryam arrived at the small village of Maryam. There was Emma and Ambo Maryam there, Mary greeted them as well as Elea. This is their second meeting with Elea, after they met at their graduation.

Elea is gobsmacked, a tall old stilt house, typical of bugis. Elea's parents' house is still fairly old, she has 12 large poles, their house is quite high 3 meters from the pergjkaan land, and they have 12 large columns,diatsnya in stacking cots made of wooden boards.the towering stairs have 11 segments, there is a terrace about 2x6 meters. In the guest room there are 3 bedrooms made of old triplex, and a TV in front of the second room. In Samoing Tv there are wooden chairs lined up and two wooden tables. Elea enters and is directed to the first room, which is the former Maryam Room, where there are photos of Maryam during school. There are outdated posters of Maryam's idol. Elea, enter the room there is only 1 wardrobe and a bed made of wood. The mattress is made of cotton which Emmanya deliberately picked and brought to the mattress maker.

Elea, enjoying the village the view is still beautiful. Elea will be there. He was lying down, he had not taken out his clothes he lay on the bed, his feet were still resting on the tiles. Elea, staring at the ceiling of the room, the boards were still solid. On top of Elea's bed there is still a room that seing used to store rice that has been harvested. His name is "rakkiang" the Bugis people use bamboo stairs to climb the Rakkiang k, they save the harvest there.