Idol Man, Never Leave a Trace with Hurt A Woman's Heart
Episodes 163. Spend a Day in Semarang
Early in the morning Prita was awake. Yonna asked him vidio call.
"Today you can go home, right? help me dong, don't come when
h day, free tau!"
"Sorry Yunna, only tomorrow morning I leave Semarang, there are many more
the job is."
Prita that day there is still class, after finishing, Rakasiwi will pick him up.
And they plan to go for another walk and buy souvenirs for mom
and Raka Bramantyo's father. That day they will relax. Rakasiwi also
no hurry. He already knew Prita was going to college first. The girl will
give it to him when he is ready to spend time with
Racasic.
Yonna was a bit cranky, Prita seemed to have no importance on her wedding
with Jae's Dad. He had just returned home the day before the event.
"Alright, I understand, don't let it not come. As soon as you're gonna get there
tell me yes, let Mr. Darto Keling pick you up."
Yunna warned, she wanted her close friend Prita to accompany her
on a happy day.
"Ready, bride!"
Yonna pursed her lips. He was being pinged by his parents.
"Kusukahi Loe will also soon become a bride!"
"Aamiin, but the plan is two or three more years Cing, graduated first
find a good job, newly married Cing."
"Yuhuuu, it's up to Elo deh Cing."
"Gwe will go to campus first Cing, today there is a class, tomorrow Gwe
it's with Elo, be patient, Cing."
Prita ended her conversation with Yunna, snatching her bag and half
hurriedly locked the door and rushed out.
"Prita want to come? go to college."
The girl turned her head, and one of her hostesses was preparing to leave. It
invite Prita.
"Thank God, thank you very much."
Prita rushes on the motorbike, and after her friend believes the girl has boarded
he propelled his motor. Very nice, Prita not too tired to walk
feet to the college building. Usually his clothes get soaked with sweat, and
he fanned his body before entering the classroom.
This time Prita immediately entered the classroom and joined her friends.
Before long the lecturer entered and heard they immediately started the class that day.
While Rakasiwi was still lazing on her bed. He just
from the bathroom and then make a warm drink. Mardo's Mother
every morning always make it a habit for his children to wake up drinking two glasses
the water is warm and does not eat anything for fifteen minutes.
According to the mother it was water therapy, making her stomach healthy
and rarely sick. At first it was not good. But after all these years
become habitual. Now the white water is sweet.
It turns on tivi and looks for interesting chanel. He stopped and listened
music events. Covering his body while hugging a pillow. Thought
wandered somewhere.
He grabbed a cell phone not far from him. Check messages and read them.
Suddenly he realizes that Alan has not sent a message to him for a long time. Tak
ever called and ignored his medsos. It is usually Alan
actively commented.
Alfredo still occasionally texted and called. If you don't want to get fired
what sister-in-law? Rakasiwi asked Alan.
"Bro, how are you? You're all right? never heard from Lo Bro."
Rakasiwi then menaro his phone. Waiting for a reply from Alan. It closes
eyes, but afraid bablas overslept. Finally he decided to get up and stretch
body heading to the balcony.
A quiet swimming pool looks down there, as well as busyness on the highway behind
teenagers who cross while laughing and talking. I guess they'll go
play. Beautiful adolescence. Rakasiwi put her chin on the barrier
reminiscing about his time in smp and smu. The thick islamic atmosphere. Mother indeed
put all his children in school. The famous school and
has branches in various cities.
Until he finished and continued his studies outside the city. The Islamic mood
it doesn't look like it anymore. In a new place, the way and the environment are changing. Over there
there are many people who wear Muslim clothes. But more
the general appearance.
Drett! drett!
Rakasiwi heard the phone ringing. Soon the young man came in and took
the cellphone. He opened the incoming message, it turns out there are many incoming messages, including
from Alan.
"Hi Bro, I was busy looking for a mouthful of Bro's rice, until I didn't have time to tell. Yourselves
what's up, you're healthy and all right?"
Rakasiwi hurriedly replied, "Oh busy huh Bro, tomorrow I go home, maybe I can
see ya, miss chatting and hearing your story Bro."
"Ok, I try Bro, just tell me that you've reached Jakarta ok."
Ready it!
Rakasiwi looked at the clock that had shifted to the number ten. Hemmm it's fast
as time went on, he had to take a shower, pack up and pick up his girlfriend
yuhuuu, lover. Rakasiwi. If mom and dad knew I already
have a lover, right? the man kept smiling.
Looking at his tall body one hundred and seventy-five, it contained and had
the mixed face of his mother Mardo and his father Rakasiwi, he is handsome and playful.
He tried to smile in the mirror, wink, then stroke his hair and
pulling a little forward, now it looks cooler. A little touch of masculine fragrance
appearance perfection.
"Puspita my heart, soon to pick you up at the boarding house."
Before exiting the hotel room Rakasiwi wrote a message to Puspita eh prita deg
he he he. Then he ran down the hotel hallway to the elevator. Not long young man
the one in love was in front of the hotel and was waiting for a car
online is sliding towards him.
As beautiful and cheerful as ever today, do not rain because of me and my heart
I will spend the day in this beautiful city. We'll enjoy your city's culinary, sightseeing
two, combine promise and love.
But Rakasiwi doubted her. Can he be friendly with Prita? All this time
it feels so stiff. Every time I see that girl, she is always wrong. Temporal
Prita is calm and sweet. He is still like his childhood. Look at people
linger, until the person goes awry. Her eyes are hairy, wiry,
very beautiful, the light is sometimes sharp as a razor, but mostly
the highlight is gently vibrating.
Prita oh Prita, it's appropriate to meet when I feel like I've known you for a long time. Tak
alien to me. But long ago I just found out. At that moment I was crying
because my mom didn't take me to school. Suddenly your figure emerged from
down the street, alone with a small pink bag. Sometimes
you run around a little, until you get to school. You smile at everyone
friends, then enter the classroom and kiss the teacher's mother's hand. You
the little girl I admired at the time, because she was never delivered by my father and
your bundle.
Seriate
