I Invite My Love to the Malay Land

episode 5's

Sometimes it comes to heart and speaks for itself

" What exactly am I doing this for ? and what did I get out of all this?"

A question that comes from the day and can only be answered by yourself.

" It hurts!"

that's the right answer to describe the true feeling I experienced but somehow can not be released?

We are not toys but involve our hearts. Almost 2 years of short time without meeting and without any demands but because of the beginning of a sense of comfort that teaches accepting destiny with iklas. Our katane has the past and from the past we equally receive again the good even the bad we once did .

if someone asks tomorrow ?

" i answer with Allah huallam"

Allah is the best scenario because as good and as good as man's plan, his youth's plan is the best.

We were only a dozen years old, when the love of monkeys began to come to us. We met by accident even though we live in neighboring RT. I sat on the bench Junior High and he sat on the bench SMK.We were the same at the time playing with friends to see each other. I don't know at that time still don't know what when you meet the view there is a different taste. Starting from awe but not dare I love him katane I realize myself I am not beautiful, rich but from the looks of him, he includes children who have names.

He approached me and asked

" have you dara yah?" ask him

" yes, how do you know?" answer me

" yeah I know how rich you are tio's sister, right ?" ask him back

" yeah...but you're a half-brother and in not living here, you know?"

" yes I'm friends, and I know I've seen you at Tio's."

" ooh yeah, I know you, but I don't know if you're my sister" I said

" you're still Junior High?" if I was SMK where your brother lives so your brother's friend I know a lot." he told me

" ooh yeah I'm in 3rd grade."

" oh yeah met know my name thank you and you're dara yah ?"

" MET knows me too but how do you know me?"

" hahaha you know you don't know me." she replied with a laugh

We started getting familiar maybe because you were the same age but it turns out I was 6 months older than him. He's a nice and fun kid when chatting.

" But when you look handsome he is handsome there is a smell of playboy smell? in my heart I instantly burst into such thoughts."

" Ah bodo really wants a playboy or playgirl what cares about me anyway I'm not who is ready for him too!"

My brain is like a war talking to itself and answered itself.

We met a lot because he had a lot of friends around. Day after day began to look our familiarity even though it did not appear in public eyes.

Honestly there is a sense of interest but I do not dare to be self-conscious and aware of the place he.....

Until one night

" walaikum salam wrwb.." my father's voice answered his greeting.

" sir, is there a virgin?" ask him to my father

" oh there, wait for me to call." my father came in and called me who was in the room

" that virgin has a friend of yours looking for" said my father

" Who sir?" answer me

" you don't know and you've just seen playing at home" replied my father as he exited my room and returned to the front of the television

I went out of the room and straight to the front porch, startled, happy, happy and another taste that was in this heart. And even this sense of deg degan is different from meeting with other friends. Is this what I say like?

Ah, don't digress.

" Hey thanks."I said hello

" hi dara ....."

" Sit in and sit in gratitude."say me

" don't eat on the terrace.not what is it ?" ask him

" oh yeah ok no what, by the way what's this?" ask me

" don't I want to play at your place. Is anyone upset that I'm playing here?" joke him while laughing

" Why not, why be angry? " i'm glad he's playing at my house. I don't have a boyfriend even though the guy who deletin is some but maybe the heart feeling can't be lied to.

We talked while laughing. Comfortable and connected in the conversation already felt between us. Even if you can ask for a stop time to extend the time of both of us.

Our time passed quickly, the silence of the night finally dawned on us that the night was getting late. The wall clock has been showing at almost 9pm and it's time he will say goodbye. Heavy and as if he does not want to go home, in the middle of fun we are chatting but hopefully there is a continuation of the story tonight. He bailed home.

" i said good night." said he

" what's wrong and thank you for coming to my house?" answer me

" he...calm if there is time and I can definitely play again here" he said

" it can be .play it."

" ready...Where is your father ? I want a parting."

" this man is grateful for saying goodbye." call me to my father

And you came out of the television room

" i want to say goodbye sir and good night." said he to my father

" oh, my heart is on the road." replied my father simply

He turned to look at me with a smile and passed in the dark of the night. It's like a dream and it's a very beautiful meal and I wish I could ask not to end it now.