marrying an indian

anita di tajmahal's

a bright morning in the city of Agra, the air is very cool, the scenery is very beautiful for Anita, exactly eight o'clock she arrived at her destination after passing through the streets by using an online taxi service.

he was enjoying his destination in the city of Agra, a destination that has always been dreamed by Anita after arriving in the country in Idam - ideal to visit there.

because he thinks India has a variety of unique cultures.

who does not know India..?? in addition to having interesting cultural customs, beautiful tourist attractions, diverse food, and another one that makes Anita like India is how to dress the women who use Sari.

'huft.. must be very complicated if I wear sari.hhhh I personally do not want a complicated - ribet ' murmured anita.

'hopefully I can meet my idol boliwood Artist SYAKHRU KHAN, that's why one of my goals is also wkwkwk '

Anita suddenly hits her own ship.

' what's wrong with you Anita ...??you intend to come to India would want to vacation here. ' annoyed with his mind that is not careless.

' ok... Anita now dispel your silly thoughts first to meet your idol Boliwood Artist.' Anita muttered after dumbstruck to see One of the seven wonders in the world.

a magnificent building or palace to be exact.

right in front of the sturdy building resembles a mosque with beautiful architecture, trees lined up in the middle of which there is a pond.

''that's beautiful...this is really tajmahal..??" Anita still does not believe that what she faces is true - tajmahal.

Anita immediately grabbed her camera hanging from her neck, taking some photos that she thought were good to take.

not only the tajmahal building that is taken pictures, but the local and foreign tourists who are engrossed in enjoying the beauty of the building also became the object of shooting by Anita camera.

''jebrett.'' one photo of an Indian girl holding her mother's hand was taken.

somehow Anita always likes the picture of a child with her mother or father.

"It's so sweet." Anita muttered with a smile at the little boy.

It didn't feel like it was noon, it was hot, Anita was hungry and thirsty.

after being satisfied to take pictures and surround the beautiful building, Anita was sitting in the garden near tajmahal.

long time around in tajamahal turned out to be very tired.

'huft... did not expect pegel also nih feet.' complained Anita while scowling - sewn legs that she straightened in the long chair.

then she opened her phone and sent some photos to her theme ...

Anita (how does chik.... cool not...??) while sending some photos that he managed to take, 'show off a little papa.xixixi'

chika (wahhhhh... crazy .. really cool...!!).

Anita (hahaha... definitely dong..... uh don't nyinyir yes ..,.!!).

chika (idih.....Who is also the nyinyir... ??)

anita (really not nyinyir...?? wkwb .) Anita types her phone with a smile of her own.

Chika : (i will be ninyir if you go home not brought by - by me ma kids 👊👊👊)

Anita (aduuhhh... I guess I will not go home, because I have met my prince here... xixixixixixixi...) goda anita.

chika (prince who woi...?? ow.... So really don't want to go home..?? I swear you can't go home really just know how you feel..!!) chika's sly smile.

Anita (eh... which actually dong if nyukahin temen.. cook can not go home anyway..emangnya I stray what here..?? revoke your oath now....!!) upset Anita.

anita does not reply again to her chat with chika, her best friend in Indonesia.

he tried to lay down his body on the long chair, he wanted to rest for a while before continuing his journey elsewhere.

"wwwwaaa.... why am I so sleepy...??" muttered Anita while covering her wide open mouth.

as a result, his eyes closed, he slept in a long chair right under a large tree

seriate...