
That night, precisely after Azmi took the Sultan's guitar, he then gave the guitar to the Sultan, however, there the Sultan refused the gift of Azmi because he only wanted to see Azmi who played the instrument, while his friends would sing the song that the Sultan had prepared before.
Maybe tonight will be a night so hard to forget, where the smiles of the citizens became one of the biggest targets for the Sultan because only by looking at the smiles of his friends and the smiles of the citizens alone, slowly the pain began to improve as the happy days passed.
"Medicine! not that, treated! it doesn't seem like it either, or don't-don't be sad! hadeuh .. let alone grieve, of course it is also not the real reason, so what? yes, the smiles of the people I am currently entertaining. It is a source of the real reason why this soul can recover so quickly."
Speech in the heart of the Sultan began to present a peaceful atmosphere, even the speech is a real thing, and of course felt also the effect.
If the Sultan recalls further his worst experience there when he was sick, he could only feel no other pain, but the feeling was not the pain that he was experiencing in his body, but the pain that was growing in his heart.
Why could that be? The Sultan always thought that the people nearby often called the figure of the Sultan as a cheerful man, when where he was sick what he only thought was not his own health, he said, but it was the lamentation given by those closest to him that he often thought.
How not, those who often call the Sultan as a cheerful figure with a cheerful figure that they always craved suddenly fell ill, and the pain of the Sultan was often felt as well, and they often felt it, can be proclaimed with a beaver.
Where the first memory of him was directed towards his mother there, usually he always let go of his son, but that does not mean he does not love him, he did not, it's just that he was thinking about what to curb his son who had grown up.
However, different things when the Sultan fell ill, a number of feelings of worry immediately appeared so that tears from his mother fell, and even worse, even to the extent of his heart, cut, where his tears fell, he wet his own son's hand.
Therefore why the figure of the Sultan often felt pain in his heart, because of the tears that fell.
Of course this incident is often felt by his girlfriend too, namely Rere. She is indeed a strict woman, but from her decisiveness she also keeps a very sweet taste, none other than her caring attitude, efficiencies, and funny behavior.
In the eyes of his friends Sultan is a strong man, when they see him fall ill they can feel nothing but anxious feelings only.
Prak, prak, prak ....
It was the sound of applause from the citizens that the Sultan and his friends had never expected before, but because the residents there really appreciate the entertainment from them, so the people thought it was worth it.
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So long they all kept silent in front of there, that in the end they did not see the clock that the time had shown at 02:00 am.
"Thank you for the entertainment, my friends, the time and the night is a very meaningful night for all of us, and of course we can also make sure that tonight is the first time we all feel this warmth."
"Maybe this meaningful night will never happen again after you all leave, and so the citizens took the initiative to record all the activities that the colleagues had completed.
"Nothing else so that the residents can remember his memories when we will miss a figure like you all here, in your regional city as well of course."
It was a greeting from the citizens, where the speech was represented by one of the citizens who looked so familiar with the friends of the Sultan.
He is also a citizen who had penetrated Azmi playing guitar, and of course he is also very proficient in doing this, so there is not only one strumming or genjrengan sound, but there is also a sound, and certainly the sound of passages from guitar snars is also there, who plays the quote? he is Reza, one of the residents who accompanied Azmi to play guitar.
"I also want to thank the residents here, because you all want to kindly allow us to sing here."
"And we all want to apologize if our tone of voice sounds bad in the ears of all of you" said Sultan speaking so softly.
"I rarely praise anyone, let alone someone I don't know, but now I want to praise you for what you all have given me, thank you, thank you, your voice sounds melodious in my ears and the residents here," said one of the beautiful teteh who has blood from Sundanese descent.
The Sultan's friends now smiled widely as they all heard the extremely sweet praise of the equally sweet woman as well.
The residents also now began to enter their respective stops, and immediately the atmosphere outside the room became quiet because the residents had begun to fatigue.
While the Sultan's friends were still sitting outside, it wasn't long, just a few minutes after they finished their cigarettes, and then they went back to sleep.
"After seeing the smiles of the residents earlier, with the instant this weak body began to rise again, like after waking up from sleep, this body can already be used completely again."
"Obviously after recovering, I won't lie to my mother again, but luckily last night I didn't see her call me, thank God, so I can sleep as soundly as possible without having to think about how sad he feels there."
It was the last words of the Sultan, and after that he could fall asleep quickly without him having to leave the room again because of the heat.