My Mr's. Virgin

Chapter XII

Highlights of lights from behind, disperse memories then who came to say hello. Mariana pulled off her bike, hiding it behind a bush. He walked down the path. The waves slapping the beach, melodious flow welcoming his arrival.

The dark atmosphere is not a barrier to enjoy the beauty of the beach. The sea breeze gusts so cold pierced the skin. He pulled the sweater he was wearing.

With the help of a flashlight from an elut Nokia phone (a nickname for a village without a camera that is only three fingers wide), he carefully jumped from one stone to another. In a matter of ten stones, he arrived at the largest and widest stone slab, just below the acid tree.

He squatted stroking the surface of the stone slab. He closed his eyes, wanting to roll back old memories, here, in this place to be a silent witness of the love that is intertwined between two people created by God.

He admitted that the place was very beautiful, especially during the day. Clear sea water, seagulls that fly freely to find prey, large rocks become fortresses ready to keep the onslaught of waves that come crashing on the shore. He can also see the scenery on the opposite island, the mountains, if there are binoculars he can clearly see the ships that are anchored, vehicles that pass, even the activities of the people on the opposite island.

Daniel never looked elsewhere for their date. Unlike other couples, if you are dating, you will definitely go to tourist attractions such as Fatima Hill Park, or Asam Satu Beach, or Wai Plati Park (Hot Water Park), and there are many other tourist attractions.

However, Daniel chose the place because in addition to the beautiful scenery, it is also not far from where they live. Daniel did not want to take him to a place crowded with visitors. Daniel said, 'let no evil eye archery disturb their calm.'

They will spend time together here, let go of the longing when Daniel is on vacation. They will talk while fishing and singing. Daniel plays guitar, Mariana sings.

Mariana thrust a flashlight from HP Nokia elut towards the surface of the stone. Still painted there their name is Daniel 💖 MARIANA January 19, 20xx. The day they pledged to be lovers on their first date. Mariana carved it using a knife carved a gift from her late best friend Dewi.

"Dad!"

"Yes!" **j**wab Mariana.

"I'm crazy." Mariana laughs.

"I'm crazy about you."

"Dad!"

"Hm!"

"I love you!"

Smile. "Me too" replied Mariana timidly.

"Dad!"

"Hm. What else?"

"How many children can you bear?"

"Ih, you're this. Why are you asking that?" Mariana hit Daniel's arm.

"Because I want to have a lot of kids. Lots of kids, lots of food. So, you should be ready after becoming my wife later," Daniel replied with a laugh.

"The first boy, we give Dana's name, Dina's name."

"Why, Dana? You think this is a development project, should you use Dana?" Mariana denied.

"Dana \= Daniel Ana; Dina \= Daniel Ana," he replied with a laugh. Like. Her heart teased Mariana.

That is, every time they meet always their conversation ends about the Dana and Dina project. Mariana opened her eyes, a smile etched on her lips. Those memories he'll never forget.

"And why is it so hard to forget you?"

His encounter with Daniel accidentally in a wood workshop reawakens old memories. The more he tried to forget Daniel, the more Daniel's shadow incarnated. Many men approached her, but all Mariana refused, arguing that she was a fiancee.

That unintentional encounter, burning the flames of jealousy in Mother Novi's heart. Dance becomes a target and quarrels are inevitable. He knew the incident from a customer. Dancing doesn't want to tell stories, maybe it doesn't want to burden her brother's mind.

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The house looks so quiet, everyone is sleeping in a dream. Mariana turned her bike back, through the yard next to her house. He glanced for a moment at his room which now occupied Andreas. Fluorescent light burst out through the cracks of the walls of his house.

"Hm!" Mariana grunts. "This person needs a lecture first. He thinks he's paying for electricity with the leaves?" He turned down his bike.

The back yard is very dark. Mango trees that stand firm, blocking the light from the neon lights of neighboring houses.

'Dance does not open the bathroom and kitchen lights, here it becomes very dark, ' inward Mariana.

Help from a Nokia flashlight, Mariana put her bike near the clothesline pole. Lock it using a chain and lock lock. Really scared that people steal. Although the bike was butut, but, it was the only vehicle that accompanied him every day.

Once everything was ready, Mariana went inside the house through the back door, as she had a spare key. Passing through the dining room, then into the living room. As usual, he threw his body on the sofa.

"Oh, what is this?" his moans. Feels like his ass and back hurts from being stabbed by a hard object. His hands fumbled in the darkness.

"Surveins? Ih, this must be Nathan's job! Nowadays, there are still children playing marbles. I think they're busy playing HP and PS" he murmured. His hands were busy collecting the marbles scattered on the sofa. There were twenty marbles, then put them in a tin of biscuits stored on top of a cupboard near the television.

'Ahh, so remember childhood, busy playing marbles with boys, playing shootouts, playing gasing, if with women playing free ropes, playing houses from the ground. The funniest, crimson stone cradle as a baby because there are no dolls. Take the red stone away posyandu, another lady friend of the play as a midwife. They are all married, they have children. No more need to take the red stone away posyandu, ' Mariana smiled. Because too busy gasing with male friends, grandma once tied him under a cashew tree.

Mariana regained her body, but, this time the sound of Dance ringed in her ears.

'Brother! Don't sleep on the couch anymore! Now it's not just that we live in this house, there are others as well. Especially men. Not only guests who must maintain the attitude, but the host must also maintain the attitude.'

"Ih, this dance likes my insinuations," she grumbled.

He got up to the room, laid his body there. But he cannot sleep. He had changed his sleeping position several times, until he got bored himself.

Mariana got up to go to the bathroom. Up at the door to the kitchen, he pressed the bathroom light switch, but the fluorescent light did not turn on. He switched to looking for candles in a closet drawer in the dining room. He found a candle that was only his pinky all day.

Mariana used a match to light the candle and took it to the bathroom. Shaking the body in the morning blind, making Mariana's body feel fresh instantly.

After the shower, the candle burned. Mariana used her eyes to look in the dark. After putting on her clothes, Mariana opened the door, then walked out.

"Ouch!" Mariana tripped over a rock. His balance was shaky, he almost fell to worship the earth. But bad for him. Inadvertently his right hand pulled the rope of the trap he set.

The byuuurr!

"Ahh, fuck."

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NB

Nokia elut: village people for Nokia

without a wide camera

three fingers.

Elut: stone sharpening knife and machete.