Idol Man, Never Leave a Trace with Hurt A Woman's Heart

Episode 24's.Pick a Guitar Before Bed

The Mardo Room

Mardo was shocked, what did Sarah Lee say? He suddenly fell half unconscious.

They all panic, Raka decides to take her with Sarah Lee.

Arriving at the Mardo hotel remains that way. Shaken and shouldered his name but still not wake up.Raka then took him to the room.

"Ich, Raka's brother is carrying me."

Mardo couldn't believe it. He shook his head. " That's just Sarah Lee's lie, you know!"

He stretched his body and went to the bathroom. It fills the bathtub with warm water. Mardo took off his clothes one after another and stepped into the soaking place. He closed his eyes trying to relax. Pouring soft scented soap.

Suddenly he remembered something. Riding with Raka's brother. Heart's pounding.

Mardo closed his eyes, his horse thrashed and suddenly ran uncontrollably. "Hug! hug! hug her neck!" The voice of the horse owner. Mardo almost fell back. He tried his hardest not to fall and then dragged. So horrible!

then someone jumped behind him taking the horse's harness.

"Oh, what a stressful experience! and I can get through it."

The girl came out and grabbed a towel. His body feels fresh and comfortable. He took out a kimono and put it on in place of a wet towel. She dries her hair.

"Miss Mardo, did you finish your bath?"

Sarah Lee behind the door. The girl opened the door.

"Dine su there's this Miss Mardo, would you like to be accompanied?"

"Not Sarah Lee, get some rest, I'm fine."

"Ok, okay. If there's anything, it's me."

Mardo smiled, then he closed the door.

Every time He closed his eyes, he imagined the horse riding incident. A warm, warm body moved behind him. Then the arm turns on her waist. He himself was tightly attached to the arm.

Both on horses running non-stop. Eventually the horse stopped.

Mardo could not forget the horse riding incident. In the midst of his fear was a person who saved his life. He jumped off the horse and fell into Raka's arms. He hugged with all his strength more by a feeling of gratitude. He hugged Raka's body full of feeling that could not be expressed. She thanked him, appreciating the man's efforts for her.

It was silent and silent, only a tivi sound could be heard in his room.

Then the wind brought a beautiful guitar.

Mardo who had not been able to close his eyes put his ears on.

'Dry the flower already in his embrace

.White pigeons are heading home.

Flying through the storm.

High in the clouds, disappearing in the black sky.

Happy parting memories of lovemaking

when will I have to wait

happy day as before..

With affectionate love

flirt with meadu

million star promise

in hug

as warm as a bright morning

Then pick up a guitar that so sliced the heart.

Mardu clasped his hand to the cheek. He could not ignore the guitar and the hum there.

Play guitar with heart and soul. Creates a tinkling that is able to infiltrate the sanitary ware.

Mardo felt taken out of nowhere, floated over and was lulled.Oh, he had heard that guitar tip?but where and when. The atmosphere is not foreign.

'Together love is friendly

Spark again blending one

Promise of millions of stars in a warm embrace of a sunny morning...

White pigeons fly high above the clouds. It's up to you to come back...'

"Oh, I'm no stranger to picking up that guitar" Mardo got up from his bed, went to the curtains and peeked.

Mardo listened to the guitar as well as a very beautiful hum.

It doesn't feel foreign...

Mardo peeked out onto the balcony, looking at the figure leaning around hugging the guitar.

"That's Raka's sister!"

Mardo hissed and his chest shook.

Raka looked towards her room.

The girl turned around, she calmed her rumbling feelings.

"Oh, it deserves so touching, Raka's brother played it whole soul.'

Mardo muttered and peeked once more. There was Deni and Sammy sitting behind him.

The two friends of Raka's brother were seen enjoying dinner.  They were relaxing, chatting in the middle of the night like this.

Mardo returned to his quarrel, slipping into the blanket. In the sebrang still heard the passage of guitar pitched love, until far away the night. Mardo was carried away in a dream, seeing himself on the phone listening to the guitar in a conversation.

"Do you like my guitar?" I heard a soft voice.

"Yes, I like it and the song too."

"I'll play guitar for you and hum."

And Mardo closed his eyes, enjoying the guitar on the line.

Oho! Mardo remembered the mysterious caller. When he and his family moved.

Someone asked him questions about himself. When he answered the phone then sounded the clinking of a melodious guitar.

At that time, every afternoon someone called and wanted to talk to him. But always the sound of the clang of the guitar infiltrating his ears.

Several times he shouted, "Who is this! it's who!"

But there's no answer. Precisely the answer is clinking and again clinking guitar.

Until finally he did not want to receive a call from the mysterious person. Now the question has been answered all along.

"So that caller is Raka's brother? oh, why did he do it?"

Mardo rolled over fretfully, after the incident at the airport. In the afternoon he walked home.

"Is Mardo there?"

Mangara lifted him up, and gave him the phone.

But there was no sound, before long the man turned off the phone. He dented it again when he was alone and it rang.

"Hello good afternoon, is Mardo there?"

He listened to a man's voice, Mardo did not answer.

"Hello, is this you, Mardo? you are alone, right? I want to accompany you with singing and guitar playing."

Then came the clinking of the guitar, the humming of a white dove song

'Dry the flower already in his embrace

.White pigeons are heading home.

Flying through the storm.

High in the clouds, disappearing in the black sky.

Happy parting memories of lovemaking

when will I have to wait

happy day as before..

With affectionate love

flirt with meadu

million star promise

in hug

as warm as a bright morning

With affectionate love

Spark again blending one

Promise of millions of stars in a warm embrace of a sunny morning...

White pigeons fly high above the clouds. It's up to you to come back...'

　

'Brother Raka, you are amazing!'

Mardo was closed among the clinks of the guitar that someone still plucked for him.

The young man was very happy today, he never dreamed of the excitement that happened between him and Mardo.

Today he was very close to the girl, riding together, hugging, driving her to the bedroom with her in his arms. He could not sleep because he was happy.

Deni and Sammy are very sleepy. They're already saying goodbye.

What's more they get to the hotel by nightfall, misadventure befalls them.

Car tires are deflated and jammed because there are religious ceremonies.

That day was exhausting.

　

　

　

　

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