My girlfriend, my daughter-in-law (Mantu becomes sister-in-law)
81. The Story of Nature 2
When hanging out with friends. I saw Siti squeaking while riding a bike. Like chasing something.
But who's chasing, huh? Foolish, it's none of my business. Siti called me shortly.
"Sister, can you ask for help?"
"What?"
"Please find Gita."
What nyari the gentong. Oh wow!
"What's he for?"
"Frost from home. Go to Jakarta."
"Weh!aja biarin. He's gone home by himself."
"Have a hand, brother." Siti bowed down in front of me.
"You're so good with him." Askaqua.
"Yes, because he's my friend?" Answer Siti.
"It's not like he's keeping you away."
"Sister is involved in this."
So take me anyway. I'm victim! Your victims KNOW! But seeing Siti beg-please I pity too. Anyway, Siti was like my own sister.
"You're home! get your brother here!"
"Emang brother Alam not angry anymore with Bang Edwar?"
"still. But don't forget the main culprit of this matter is your brother."
Siti came home soon. I went home to get my jacket and money.
I told my uncle to go and maybe stay the night.
POV Nature
I drove a big motorbike given by my mother. Yes, my mother, a woman who was willing to leave her child for a rich man. From childhood I never told what kind of father figure. All I know is that I was born an orphan. What my real father looks like, what he looks like, is handsome like me. I don't know and I don't want to know either.
When I was about 6 years old, my mom introduced me to a guy who was into the Caucasus. I forgot his name, which I remember using the word dilute. Water kali use dilute everything.
"Ronal, this is my friend. Greetings are the same." Sapa mama's.
I extended the man's hand. His face is cold.
"Mom, mother's friend, serem." I said a little scared.
"No, kok, honey. His heart is good. The proof is that she wants to talk to mom."
I was still afraid, and now I realized that look was marked he did not like me.
When I was 10. Mom put me in my uncle's arms. The reason is to make a living, but I know he wants to go with the watery guy earlier. From then on, I had a deep disappointment in mom.
Me, Edwar, Dinda and Siti we grew up together since childhood. The difference is Dinda is the village's child device. We grew up as farm children. Rather than Siti and Dinda, Edwar is more with me. Maybe because we were just as broken children because Edwar was less fond of his stepmother than I was disliked by my stepfather.
If they love where maybe I was entrusted to someone else.
Edwar and I were very close. Where I am there is Edwar. Although Edwar Rada sangklek, likes speedy, but the matter of solidarity in his possession is very high. Every time Edwar's problem helped me, yeah, it's a lot more tendon than the brain.
Now I miss him. Since then, Edwar has not shown his nose, apologizing.
Back to now
I was ready to launch the bike, suddenly Dinda appeared
"Where are you going?" Ask Dinda while glazed over her waist.
"Help them looking for Gita." Answer me
"Ooooo ... Now pay attention to Gita."
It's not wrong to hear that! Dinda is jealous of Gita. Tumbens. Once upon a time when a girl approached me, she wasn't like this. Now, he's like this Gita.
Tumben so far every one who approached me Dinda never ranting kayak gini.
If you can't believe you're coming." ask me
"Well?"
"From you on suudzon!"
"I'm not suudzon, why. proof of that photo?" reply Dinda
"Well, right. What did I say? You don't know the real story!"
"But,lam!" I covered Dinda's lips with mine.
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When Dinda left. I went back on the road to find Gita. I don't know why, I even thought about the incident earlier. What did I do wrong?Have I done anything indecent? I don't know. I turned around to look for Dinda, afraid she was talking to her father.
"Sister!" siti's voice surprised me
"What's wrong?" My answer is, most also discuss the Gita problem again.
"Can I talk?"
"On what? Gita again. You know because of Gita earlier I almost broke up with Dinda." my scolding
"Masa? I saw Dinda's face sparkling."
Dinda's face sparkling?Well do not-don't because of the incident earlier.then I don't need to worry.
"Don't we go get Gita, huh?" I went back to Siti.
"Eh, yes. That's exactly what I want to say."
"about?"
"So Gita SMS said, he was stray. Now he's in the village block next door and doesn't know the way home."
"Tuh, kid, yeah. New come already troublesome sekampung." my scolding in heart.
I left Siti. Ah, if you don't think of Siti's request, I'll help her nyari. The village block next door is about an hour away. Tuh, reckless child walk alone, where many sawangan. if anything, all the trouble because of him.
It's starting the afternoon. The clock shows at 18:00, the sky starts to darken. The sounds of birds on the edge of the forest began to greet the silence of the night.the feathers I was sitting began to stand, yes although many say I sangar and begajulan but if in a quiet place kayak gini, fear also dong.
Samar I heard a woman's voice crying.
Yes, God is very, yes. Meet the same ones.
But my steps stopped when the voice said.
"Mama... Papa..I want to go home. I'm scared!"
Wah, this Kunti his curious death to mention his parents.
Quintip origin sound. I see a girl still wearing a high school shirt. The uniform we wear.
"GITA!"
The girl looked.
"Who, huh?" The answer.
I reached for the phone to notify Siti, but there was no network.
"DAMNIT!" Omelku
"Who's there?" answer again.
"Natural." I returned the call.
"Sister, please take me home!"
"Look carefully if the path is not wrong there is a mine pit."
"yes, that's why here!" whining.
With laziness I headed towards the direction of the voice of Gita. finally survived it was also a child.nahusain aja.
kreejek ..
what's that noise?
before long my body and Gita were like being dragged down.
Buuug!
We fell into a mine pit. It hurts all my body. I saw Gita had fainted. I tried to wake Gita up but my body was also limp and dark.
Dinda forgive me!
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