Festive Collection

EPS 9'S. MY NAME IS NOT KRIBO

Getir taste coffee that has just been gulped twice spilled in front of the eyes, simply nudged by the little finger trying to repel flies.

"Saddi.s it feels like love is rejected" Bathin Mitha. The love of his pain is endless, wejangan patkey in the sun go kong film series. That's also if not wrong, adventure movies looking for a scripture that is full of twists, suffering and happiness in feeling together. The teacher is a tranquilizer in every situation.

Mitha's dream black coffee, initially only follow the coffee nimbrung made by her beloved, long time also contagious black coffee became a habit.

Morning, afternoon, evening sometimes night when the taste is difficult to hit. "Hmmmm so delicious, it does not have to be fancy looking for happiness".

"Sheep, woof, woof, in three gulps. Fries typical of BI Ijah accompany a cup of black coffee in the afternoon after Mitha work.

Mitha attended the semester major art of her choice, although not like artists, but the work is like a reliable artists. Fine art, music, dance, drama he mastered with reliable. Clever acting, he can be transformed into a character according to the scenario, skilled and ciamik role, able to get out of him, soul and body blend into a character in the play that must be carried.

He was in love, but was heartbroken... The guy he assesses chooses his friend who is beautiful, calm and smart, while he is a girl urgently, reckless and not sloppy like teenagers in general. To remove the traces of mucus in his nose aja (ingus) still wear the end of the side of his hood. No tissue, no make-up, flip-flops and her favorite jeans.

Let alone skin care, solid powder only he does not have. "Which men like women like me" he said.

Black coffee provides a lot of inspiration, and the story of life. In a long chat with an artist friend. Sometimes if his spiritual soul arises, Mitha will come to the salaf boarding school that can accept his santri willingly. This pesantren becomes a coolant, a sedative that is able to reconcile the mind and a feeling of anxiety.

Kyai as the leader of the boarding school knew Mitha well, and always gave a place for Mitha to stop at her boarding school.

"Research and pray not to be left, the bastion of life". Said Mr. Kyai to santri and of course Mitha listened carefully. "Piercing the heart", simple but meaningful, Mr. Kyai explained without reproach, and blasphemy. Patient and always kind to his students.

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Black coffee this time did not spill, finished glass. "The world seems to belong to itself, others are hitchhiking, hehehe... ". Mitha tried to comfort herself, because her heartbreak had not been healed.

The world is bright, the light bright. A glass of black coffee adds to the enjoyment of life in the world, a world that will make us complacent, if we neglect.

The poet heart dwells in the heart, it feels like to be achieved in the deck, not separated forever together. Mitha.

"Aware of Doong, Mitha. Your imagination is too high".

The figure in puja has chosen a heart patch. Pain takes Sukma, what is the reality of love clapping one hand, like a dipper is not welcome.

"But live must go on"... Mitha warned herself to rise up, and not to give up on the sanctity of love.

Although I don't know where this direction is going.

Mitha's feeling wasn't okay.

It's hard to fall in love, too, to forget...

"Wind, moon, sun, blob I suffer, this love drives me crazy". Shouted Mitha to nature he sued about the unrequited taste.

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"Guests are forbidden to enter".

"Fear of something happening that you want, said my host". Even though in the study of the warning is a sign of the love of the boarding mother to avoid illegal acts, it is very beneficial for the residents of the boarding houses.

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"Don't take your wife to the court, your wife is ugly, shabby, ugly and heady" the exuberant mother-in-law's dialogue. Anisa seems to be a wicked and cruel mother-in-law, she practices the words after she watched the television neighbors who regularly watch soap operas that love to serve the play of the hurt wife, in-laws, julid, a disobedient child, an affair, a cruel stepson, a mother who could kill a child for property. Every day, my song line cries, imagining how cruel you are, the one Rossa sings sounds normal in the ear.

"It's weird but it's real, really there are those stories?". Anisa doesn't believe it.

"Where do I know". Ketus Mitha's.

"As if we walk, just to be in a boarding room". Mitha forced Anisa.

"Find me something, hungry".

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Mitha's destination campus today, with a busy schedule. Lecture, sitting sweetly listening to the lecturer sweetly, presenting papers together, after which to the basc camp. This meeting is about the performance of the welcoming theater of new student/student candidates. The usual night of inauguration is staged as the closing of the series of events.

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Mitha's coffee shop today is a holiday. "Mudik mba to the village, his son wants to marry", the next door tells why his coffee shop subscription today is closed. "Marriage may not be a day, a week or two a week new here again".

Gontai steps Mitha does not know the direction, just walk following the footsteps. At the bus stop he stopped the Malioboro track he was riding.

"Maybe there will be a kongkow-kongkow venue and inspiration for the next performance". Mitha looked for a seat in the right corner.

Malioboro is in sight, Bringharjo market is passed, the traditional market is soaring with additional hospitality of traders.

As a shadow flashed through his eyes, his eyes fixed in one direction, blood flowed profusely, the hot black coffee turned cold as snow, cold as snow, a knotty smile with shaggy teeth and dimples landed in Mitha's eyes that were unintentionally staring. "Prabu's back", Mitha's lips accidentally said, as if Mitha's heart stopped staring back at the male figure who had made her fall in love and hurt by love.

Like an Indian movie, singing in a big field, green grass, shady trees. Singing happily rediscovering the moorings of the heart.

Dusk in Malioboro, the yellowing sky accompanied Mitha to enjoy a cup of black coffee and a smile at the end of the road.

Syahdu. The thirst and hunger disappeared, but after that the smile disappeared, just like being swallowed by the earth. "Just for a moment my lover was present, just for a moment, and the universe why I had to experience this. This love doesn't come".

"It's selfish if that's all you've ever seen, you lover of hearts". Mitha groaned in loneliness and sadness.

Only black coffee gives immortality, teaching life to be full of bitter and sweet flavors.