I Park My Love In The Heart of Mr. Satpam

Chapter 47

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OK! After spending a long time pondering, Celia finally decided to stick with Khai. Somehow later they can unite, the beautiful girl believes if their sincere love and patience is also an unyielding struggle will definitely bear sweet fruit as sweet as mango golek, which is the best, for now Celia will obey her father's orders. Celia is worried that if she continues to rebel, she can be told to move to work in the village, leave the metropolitan city, leave her love there, and leave her love there, or worse it could be he will be cursed to be a stone for nemenin malin kundang. Like a piece of wood that is bent if forced straight will certainly be broken, but the bent wood can still be a beautiful work of art and is worth a fortune if it is formed and carved with patience, also tenacity, as well as the relationship of Celia and Khai Harun, the handsome young man of Minang blood.

Celia picks up her phone, opens a piled up message from Khai asking if Celia is okay, if something is going on, if she is wrong to the point that Celia silences her. The beautiful girl with round eyes with brown beads was massaging her forehead, surely Khai was confused there, sorry Celia ya Khai.

Celia typed a message for her lover, saying that everything was fine, and she promised to tell him everything if he returned to J city later.

Duh Gusti, mugi keparengo paring he pitulungan (Oh Allah, give mercy and help).

Celia moaned, escaping her heavy breath, spending the stock on her lungs to be replaced with a new one. While waiting for a reply to a message from Khai that it feels like waiting for the mother-former straighten the hair a.k.a. long use really, the beautiful round-eyed girl surfing in cyberspace, ideng opened social media accounts belonging to the capital artists, who knows tomorrow - tomorrow he can replace his job lambe_jur4h. Artists initialed A filed for divorce to a religious court allegedly because of the presence of a third person in their household bla bla bla bla. ..., "Married divorced, divorced, astonished Celia mah, and, artist likes married divorce already rich play house-housing ala TK children, already do not like to be able to change arbitrarily, rumout more green neighbors, do not know just have a neighbor's grass plastic, aka boongan," Celia murmured, clucking upset why this one also likes trending, quenching this should be privacy, digital traces will always be there, pity her children. It was unfortunate that this girl bothered to take care of the household of others whom she did not even know.

One message notification from Khai came in, making Celia develop her beautiful smile that had dimmed, quickly opened and read the contents, he said,

'Yes, I'm waiting here, you're fine there.'

"He'em .., you too, all right, take care of your health, if you're hanging out at the camp don't get late."

'yes, insyaallah, at least until 1 o'clock, bete at home waiting for news of loved ones do not come.'

Celia pursed her lips reading a message from Khai, this was one of Khai's bad habits that often made them argue, more precisely to make Celia annoyed, Khai was an overly friendly person, he could not say no, to refuse his friend's invitation to just hang out at the patrol post which is also at the same time as the ojek base, with the reason as a form of socialization, many friends hang out a lot, a lot of friends, life cannot be alone. Though it is not that point that makes Celia careless but that time you know, it could be if you do not need to get to dawn, she sometimes wondered if the man she loved was a kind of nocturnal creature, a kind of, sodaraan sama kalong aka bat.

"Peace ✌ already malem Khai, time to sleep, Celia sleepy, the promise will be explained if we meet 3 more days insyaallah," reply Celia does not want to prolong the problem, the problem here is quite complicated, the problem is quite complicated, he knew Khai was not doing well there thanks to his disappearance yesterday and into the night.

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Dawn dawned in the morning which seemed to be bright all day, visible from the clear sky, no hordes of clouds decorated it, and the, even the dark color that has begun to fade still leaves the flickers of stars that are still clearly visible.

Celia woke up when she heard the dawn prayer, now she was lazing in bed, wanted to help mom cook in the kitchen but Celia thought she was still quite awkward with her mother and her father.

The sun began to crawl up, displaying a glowing orange color, like egg yolk, round smooth and tantalizing. Celia set her foot on the grass beside her house, barefoot protecting her delicate soles. The round-eyed girl felt that her body had felt much better, then rather than giggling with her mother in the kitchen, she better breathe the fresh morning air in the rice fields, live in the pekarang, little trench lompatin, until deh.

This is where Celia is now, sitting relaxing on a long bench made of bamboo, where ngaso that has rice fields when tired hit, and, even if there is no roof that shelters it during the day the place will always be shaded because the trees from the yard belonging to the Celia family always protect it from the blazing sun.

Celia looked up, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, pervaded, felt the peace of nature, the cold calmed her heart. He let the wind hit his ayu face, flying some of his beautiful hair. He let the morning dew touch the soft skin of his face, the sound of birds chirping in the morning, making the vibes more fused with nature, the scent of rice plants that had started to age daoat Celia kissed and felt the calmness of this world, more precisely the world of babies. Nature can always stir the soul. Celia will enjoy this moment well, a moment that can not be found in a metropolitan city apart from smoke and pollution even in the morning.

It had been quite a while Celia was sitting there, ignoring the hot taste in her pant4t. A moment later after the sun looks full as well as the rays have begun to emit a hot taste although not as hot as the gossip of the neighbors, Celia again stepped her teL4njang feet, and, entering the yard of the house was heard the sound of his father's voice chatting through a mobile phone. The closer Celia heard what was being discussed by her father, but Celia was not interested in listening to her father's chat with someone who was far away, although he knew someone it must be Rudi, Celia had heard the name Rama mentioned. Before Celia came in and closed her door, her ears heard her father apologizing to his childhood friend.

You're Rama but unfortunately I'm not a shinta goddess, I'm just a Celia, a country girl who falls in love with an ordinary man.

Sorry Celia om Rudi.

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ngaso - rest