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"sir"

"dalem buk"

"nobody's daydreaming again"

"buck fetish, just remembering something"

"is there something left ?"

"mboten, let's buk dad might've been waiting"

After crossing from the big fork, arrive at the narrow road leading to the rice field. Small chatter and laughing sounds can be heard faintly from the two women, Dance will be a jolly and sweet woman when she is near her parents. Shortly afterwards came Dance in the rice fields that became a sustenance field for his family. It looks like the father is weeding the grass that is on the rice field.

"assalamualaikum dad, let's eat first" cried Dari to the father

"walaikumsalam yes nduk, there wait in the hut father wash his hands first"

With a smile that was always reviewed on her tiny lips Tari walked towards the hut, which is on the side of the rice field from here there is a view around the rice field that is still very natural and followed by the mother behind.

"really enjoy what you lie" said Tari when looking at the scenery in the rice field

"why must lie nduk, if we can be grateful for all the favors - He will always be beautiful regardless of pleasure like anything, or as big as anything. The key to life is sincere and patient, many - many grateful God will all feel light"

"sniffing buk, sorry buk if Tari still can not be patient and sincere"

"patience and sincere learning every time nduk, wez Ndak not to think. Let's arrange the food, it's your dad's already walking here"

"ready the queen mother" she replied with a cheerful smile

With swiftness Tari opened the tent with a bushel that he carried, on his tattoo all in the hut holder. Seemed oseng kale, fried catfish, fried tempeh, and crackers, also do not miss the ginger wedang which is always a mandatory menu when in the morning.

"it smells so good"

"snee sir, the menu as special as love pack"

"wez kumat, let's get eaten quickly"

"give me the rice for Mr. Nduk"

"ready, my King"

Instantly they heard their voices laughing together, the little family of Tari enjoyed their time together in the rice fields. After finishing breakfast they all do their own work, the father is still weeding the rice fields, while the mother and Dance pluck the grass that is on the sidelines - between rice plants.

"jah, Ijah" a male voice called out the name of Tari.

"assalamualaikum Dalem" he replied, turning his head.

"walaikumsalam, when to go home ?"

"ehms, anu last night. Mas Pandu himself when to go home ?"

"i've been at home for almost ten days but I've never seen you"

"yes, I'm rarely home"

"why don't you ever reply to my message?"

"sorry mas, I'm doing guidance for the secret"

"oh, do you want to decrypt ?"

"Alhamdulillah mas"

Pandu Aji Bramantyo the name of the man, Tari's childhood friend despite their age is not seperasi but they are friends of the game Dance when she was a child. Dya works on a cruise ship so it is not every day he can go home so the time - a certain time alone dya there.

"jah, later in the afternoon we'll dam Ki?"

The dam referred to here is the Ngreco Dam located between the border of Malang district and Blitar district. In the afternoon there are indeed many young people who make a favorite place to just sit and enjoy the afternoon there.

"sorry maz, after ashar I have to go back to Malang"

"what are you riding on"

"i took the bus"

"then I'll take you"

"Neither to maz"

"why, I don't have a job"

"gold, I'm not good with people's views"

"you don't overdo it like that nobody's gonna think weird about this, wong just drop off. Are you ashamed of my ugly car ?"

"that's not it, I'm just looking after myself"

"i know our limits to Ijah"

"sorry I can't"

Seen a hint of disappointment on the handsome face, Ijah's rejection slightly made his confidence decline. Without the two of them realizing the conversation was heard by Tari.

"mas Pandu"

"sniffle buk"

"maen tumbenan kepawah ?"

"it's buk I want to go fishing down there" his hand while pointing to the direction of the river located under the rice fields worked by the family of Tari.

"Oh, long time in his house ?"

"mboten buk, less than 4 days are back buk"

" cepet yes mas"

"bid buk, in one leave I only get 14 days buk"

"wow, until breakfast has not been, if not there in the hut there is still a little rice"

"sana nduk sampean accompany mas Pandu eat, there wash your hands with your feet first"

"nanggung buk, this mud is rather in the mother mawon" Tari tried to find an excuse not to take her mother's orders.

"sampean Ki lekarayin ibuk kok Yo mbantah to"

"sorry buk, not max Dance like that"

"yes then wash his hands and feet, accompany the Pandu eat"

"squealing buk" looks disappointment on the girl's face,

Finally he immediately came out of the field and washed his hands and feet. Then walked towards the rice hut accompanied by the steps of a handsome man behind him.quickly the ambassador opened the bushel and arranged it.

"mas, monggo eat sampean"

"oh, I had a dream last night morning - morning already got such a great sustenance"

"quickly eaten mas" said Tari without looking at the interlocutor.

"Yeah, pretty but jutek where did the sweet Ijah first ?" the words just glide without noticing who has a face.

"it's eaten quickly"

The atmosphere did not feel warm at all that there was silence between the two of them. Ijah just bowed with daydreams and all his other thoughts with Pandu, he seemed to look at and occasionally smiled a little towards Dance.

"nngllleeekk, Alhamdulillah"

"your habits have not changed at all" said the dance with a little smile without turning to the person he was talking to.

"still remember the same as my habits?, if the same feeling how do you remember ?

"what's the saying, this is the drink" Hand Dance while pouring ginger into the glass.

"yes, to be honest, if my habit still remembers the goods time still remember the same feelings I same way"

There was no answer at all from Tari just a small smile full of disappointment, whether the feeling of disappointment to whom.

"my feelings remain the same as before not a little changed, may AQ put hope here" said Pandu slowly while holding hands Tari.

"sorry mas, I am not a hope that you should fight for" he said firmly while rejecting Pandu's hand.

"why ?"

"i never thought of being someone's hope"

"from now on think to be my hope"

"sorry I can't"

"why can't it ?"

"i can't, never impose my will on others" Dance's voice was full of emphasis.

"give me one reason"

"i don't think I need to give a reason"

Dari's eyes began to look glassy, which he hid in his head that was always bowed. Pandu just fell silent trying to accept what Tari said, which actually could not be accepted.

"have finished eating mas Pandu ?"

"owh, sampun buk very tasty Alhamdulillah Pandu to the satiety"

"Oh"

"busy, let's go home Dance has not yet prayed dhuha"

"kok go home, wong there is still mas Pandu here Lo nduk"

"dya want to go buk"

"benth buk, I want to go fishing first" as if knowing what is in the head of Tari, Pandu answered accordingly.

"yes wez nduk, until you sort it out first"

"busy, Ijah if you'll excuse me, thank you for breakfast"

"yes to Pandu"

The strapping body left the hut with heavy steps actually wanted to linger - long with Dance but what power. Immediately the mother approached Tari who tidied the bushel and cutlery to put in the earring bag (woven bag of plastic).

"nduk why, kok Sampaan Ki as ngusir mas Pandu ?"

"mboten buk, it's true Dance has not yet prayed Dhuha"

Seen Tari tried to hide her sad face with eyes that glazed with glass.

"sorry buk, let's go home"

"do not hide anything from your mother"

"mboten buk" along with the crystal grains that fell just like that, he hastily wiped it with rough hope that the mother did not see the incident.

"that's saying goodbye to your father"

"sniffle buk"

Dari walked while carrying earrings that contained a challenger, then he said goodbye to the father who still wanted to finish his work.

"yah Tari went home first, later my father came home not afternoon - no afternoon"

"yes, this is about to be finished"

"assalamualaikum"

"walaikumsalam salam"

mother Dari knew the incident where her daughter wiped the tears, but dya pura - pura did not know it and also did not want to ask it. appeared various kinds of questions in his mind, he said, whether the wound is still there, what it feels like to be that sick, whether his daughter is really okay.

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