My Love is Blocked by the Holy Promise

Chapters. 32. Enjoying beauty

(POV) Fira

I was very surprised to hear the words of Brother Yunian Galih. It turned out that Santi had spread Slander to many people. And what I did while in the village of Padang Sawit already known to many people. I was so embarrassed and I couldn't live my life in this village. Yes, even though my life is not here because I prefer to live in the city.

"Sister should not just believe Santi's words, you know who Santi is, what kind of woman, mas Galih and I then tell about the real life of me and Santi. My problems with the Zahra family also did not escape being told by Mas Galih, so that his brother did not follow in hating me.

"I can't do it, Miss Fira loves a man who has been broken up for a long time and has never met for years" Yulian said.

"Don't call ma'am it doesn't feel good to be in the ear, call me Fira, "goooh mas Galih to the older brother.

"That's what I'm going through, love is weird, sometimes it comes without us asking, even to reject it hurts. Even I had to wail and cry because of the longing that was present on my empty nights. Missing a man who might have been asleep in the arms of his beloved wife. It felt so humiliating when I realized I was so craving for someone that he himself never even cared about my existence," I continued to let out a load of thoughts that had been stifling my chest. Just once met with Brother Yunian, I seemed to have known him for many years until without feeling all the burden that I had been alone out was not left.

"Let's go, it's already hot day," Galih touched my shoulder to set off for a walk along the beautiful places in this village.

"It doesn't feel like it's noon, but I'm still talking to Yunian, it's like having a sister" I told them.

"The next time the conversation was connected again, I was happy to talk to you Fira, it turns out you are really fun. Frequently invite Fira to visit our village Galih," said Brother Yunian.

"Of course, brother, pray for us to be a match, so that every time I go home I always take FIra," said Galih with a smile.

"Oh of course my sister, sometimes I can also remember your tragic fate, always single age, her love ran aground before sailing," said Brother Yunian while laughing curled up.

I immediately piggybacked on the meticulous motorcycle driven by Mas Galih. Mas Galih's hand pulled both of my hands to hug his waist.

"Look, let's not be mistaken to bring a neighbor's wife," said mas Galih with a laugh. I immediately followed his will, wrapping both of my hands on his waist.

"Hmmm.... Here's how it feels. awikttt," Galih muttered, very slowly but still audible to both ears.

"What the hell!!, I said spoiled, pinching his waist slowly.

"Aiiittt. Don't be so, later wake up below, he was angry, " said mas Galih who made my hair goosebumps.

Back we walked down the cobblestone streets, along the road we were on. Only citizen-owned rubber plantations we saw. Some villagers were busy walking among the rubber trees carrying bottles of mineral water containing about one and a half liters of water and pouring it little by little on each rubber tree trunk. Some carried a crooked knife, maybe it was called a tap knife, then injured each rubber tree trunk. It's a sight I've never seen before.

"Mas, the father and mother were again doing," I asked Galih mas who was piggybacking me.

We continued to ride motorcycles together, through plantations, rubber, oil palm plantations and now we are in the rice fields. The rice harvest is almost here. The expanse of rice plants that began to turn yellow in a wide area as far as my eyes looked increasingly adds to the beauty of the rice fields. The stagnant water that usually irrigates the rice fields is now almost drying out. Many village youths dressed shabbily walked in droves to the bottom with carrying, baskets, sacks of various containers.

"Where are the young men going, Galih?"my many.

"They want to find fish, so because before the dry season, the water that remembers the dikes, pits, and paddy fields began to dry up. Fish that live there began to dry up. so they were about to catch the fish," Galih continued to explain as he occasionally pulled my hand to continue hugging his waist even tighter.

"What do they usually catch? " my question came back while continuing to hug the spoiled back of Galih mas, inhaling the fragrant aroma of his body that made me addicted to want to continue to breathe it again and again.

"All the fish that are there, there are fish sepak, tilapia, papuyu fish, haruan fish, eel fish are also there," said Mas Galih who immediately stopped the speed of his vehicle.

"That's them catching fish, let's see," Galih led me down and took my hand to walk towards a moat full of mud. There some young men with bodies full of mud were catching fish that were no longer able to swim because they were trapped in the mud.

There was also a young man digging in the ground. Then from the ground that was dug out earlier appeared eels of various sizes.I watched them in amazement. This is how they get fish. All this time I only knew how to enjoy fish without knowing how to get it.

After being satisfied to see the young people catch fish we continued our journey. It's one o'clock in the afternoon.The stomach feels hungry. Mas Galih took me out to eat at a stall on the side of the road. Right between the palm plantations belonging to the citizens. From outside the stall looks lonely but it turns out after entering the stall in crowded conditions. Curiously all the visitors are men and servants of ABG girls aged around fifteen years to seventeen years, still under age. But their behavior is so spoiled.

"I drink coffee with each other how much noodles love?," asked a man with a brown belly skinned brown.

"The coffee is twenty thousand, the noodles are thirty thousand, so fifty thousand feet" said the ABG girl with gestures that were deliberately made so tempting. then the man with a distended stomach handed over a hundred thousand rupiah bills and was immediately accepted by the girl.

"Passs yes brother, don't wear change," said the girl to the bloated belly man who was more worthy to call grandfather.

"Okey dear, " replied the man in a distended stomach.

"It's weird that people's behavior is so embarrassing, but there's a strange price of tea that is usually only four thousand why here ten thousand, but there's a strange thing, boiled noodles are the most expensive package of five thousand while here thirty thousand, the price is expensive no change, but kok stall remains rame visitors "inner me.

"You eat mbak, rice lalapan there, "tanya mas Galih.

"no brother, we do not sell rice, we only sell anuuu... emm. anuuu or brother as he wants anu," said the girl while pointing to the room in front of her.

"Oh sorry, no way" said Mas Galih holding my hand and pulling him out of the shop. Makes me really confused by what I'm witnessing right now.

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