Love for Time

Chapter 12 - Happy Is Simple

SIUUUTTT KRATAK!

SIUUUTTT KRATAK!

"WOW! WHOA!"

"Waaaah... "

"Haha.... "

SIUUUTTT KRATAK!

SIUUUTTT KRATAK!

"Again! Again!" exciting Cheryl.

The night was almost gone, the morning. The piercing cold air of Salatiga did not make the children enter the room immediately. They even play fireworks. Tomi suddenly remembered that she had fireworks left in her room.

The aroma of grilled corn, burnt cassava and the smell of fire from the remaining wood of the fire is ungun smoke from the charcoal that has just been turned off. Some things have been sorted out, some messy.

"Now!" Dimitri thrusts sparkle fireworks at Cheryl. Cheryl grabbed the tip of the firework wire and held it with heart. This was the first time he had played this much fireworks. All this time where want her Papa buy her a little pleasure.

"You! Want to!"

"Me too!"

The screeches were restrained and the girls enthusiastically welcomed the fireworks from Dimitri. The young man happily distributed, and lit one by one the fireworks in the hands of the girls.

I don't know who started, suddenly the song from the old band Sheila On Seven was heard.

Hold my shoulder never let go

When I get tired

Tired and not shining

Squeeze my wings never let go

If I want to fly

Flying leaves you ho ho ho ho ho ha ho

We never thought about it

The end of this journey

We don't have to think about it

The end of this trip ho ho ho ho ho ho

They sang as if, fireworks swayed along with their discordant songs. Cheerful faces behind the fireworks that only lit for a moment, accompanied by giggling and accompanied by small fireworks - small, increasingly noisy. Forgetting their plans to not be noisy. Let them party until morning.

Cheryl gave a smile, she now knows why this hostel was rumored to be not - no. But whatever it takes, 'We're not bad boys.' Cheryl declared her words in her heart.

Seeing the enthusiastic Cheryl, Dimitri said. "It feels like after this the fireworks will be your favorite." He slipped his fingers between Cheryl's fingers. Hand in hand.

Cheryl nodded, her eyes twinkling. The first time in his life he played freely. All this time he was always shadowed with fear because of his Papa. Can't be friends because you have to help grandma, can't go out of the house because her father will be rampant. After all, he had to study and learn to pursue student duties.

"When do I want to see a lot of fireworks like on TV" Cheryl murmured involuntarily.

"Look! Looky!" Dimitri raised his chin to Arag Tomi.

The young man with a slightly fat body was trying hard to stick fireworks shaped like sticks on hard ground.

"Namely spinwheel. If ignited he will slide up and explode in the air. The explosion will be shaped like a windmill or sparks" Dimitri explained.

Oops!

The fireworks fell again

"The ground is too hard and rocky." lamented Tomi.

Heri grabs the fireworks and tries to help Tomi to set them up. "Ah can be like this! It can only be done by a pro." Heri stood up and patted the chest proudly as the fireworks struck.

PLUGS!

Eh? Falling again!

The children looked at each other and laughed. Simple things like that alone can provoke their laughter. Perhaps this is the definition of happiness is simple.

"I have an idea!" The long-haired and calm Devi approached and thrust out an empty bottle of used drink. I don't know where he found it.

Hearing Tomi's silly-sounding question in her ear, Devi throttled.

"Stank the fireworks here. What else to do?"

"Hm-hm."

Good idea!

A firework set inside the bottle was ready to glide, the children's imagination flying. They swarmed as if they were looking at the launch of the first rocket to the moon.

Human nature is never satisfied, after finding the idea of installing fireworks in a bottle, now the curiosity arises how to launch two or three rockets at once.

Heri added two spin wheels to the bottle.

"Enough, Her. Don't load the bottle later." said Dimitri. He is thorough and a lot of consideration.

Tomi thoughtlessly immediately turned on her wick, all eyes looking at.

BLUSSH

"THE LHO?!"

Sounded like a poor boy - a boy with ho. The fireworks are smashed. Maybe because too long in storage coupled with the air Salatiga is always cold, making it so he can not light up and even emit smoke and hissing sound.

"Yeah... "

Disappointed faces appear on the faces of children. Failed to see the spinwheel gliding in the sky.

"Eh, I can. I can!"

Unable to see the disappointed face of his 'brothers', Tomi uttered fireworks in the bottle.

"GIR, TOMI!" yell Dimitri. His eyes saw a small spark at the end of the fireworks.

Tomi was surprised, he immediately jumped back up - until he fell with the butt position first.

Ssssss. Smoke started to come out more and more.

Devi, Lianita, Nana, Ms. Cici and several other girls gawked, unconsciously clenching their hands. Realizing there is danger lurking.

"WATER!" peekit Cheryl's.

Too late! The fireworks managed to slide, the originally tense face turned relieved.

PLUGS!

The bottle where the little rocket runway fell. Ughhhh! Lothawat! Dimitri pulled Cheryl's hand away from the fireworks.

"THE BOTTLE!" yelled Dimitri again. There's one spinwheel firework left in the bottle. And the bottle fell with the fireworks still in it.

WHOA! Hysterical screeches of girls echoed, they were in the fog to get away. The smoke gets thicker, the spark - the spark from the spinwheel axis in the bottle even more.

Ngiiiiing. blouse...

Fireworks shot upwards without a beautiful glow, leaving only smoke. Partially coughed - coughing, Cheryl covered her nose. The smell of fireworks burning in the air.

A SUT! THE BLUSH!

KRATAK.. blush...

Huh huh?

'The 'bad boys' exchanged glances, staring at each other in horror. Instead of flying, the fireworks rose for a moment and instead fell on the second floor veranda.

"Noah!" tomi's voice almost cried. His hand pointed to the center of the smoke this morning.

"Uhuk! WO! You're bad boys!" a coughing sound accompanied by a heavy male voice sounded from the second floor pavilion.

"Damn!" babysitting - boys.

Girls nudge each other, the atmosphere suddenly quiet boisterous. Suddenly Cheryl's heart was racing, Dimitri's hand was not helping her to calm down. He is most afraid of getting angry. Her papa's emotions left a trauma all on her heart.

Yep. The fireworks landed in Satriyo's room, an architect who rented an upper room facing the street. The children called it the upper pavilion.

What's going to happen to them?

Connect yes....