My Past Stories

1. Preliminary

I wanted to introduce myself earlier. My name is Desiana Maurina. I am almost 29 years old and have two children.

Here I want to tell you a little bit about my first love experience which is called Monkey love but serious which b***last sad. And this story starts from the time I took off after my Junior High, I went to my brother's house to attend my cousin's circumcision.

And this is where my story begins.

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The year 2007

It's one city. I who just came with my Father and Mother from another city that afternoon was immediately warmly welcomed by my mother's family. They hugged and kissed both of my cheeks that looked a little chubby because of my weight back up.

"Teeth !" Call a man whose age is three years below mine. I smiled sweetly while waving my hand at her. "New to tea ?" Ask. Call him Fikri.

I nodded and then thrust my hand at him while chuckling. He who was taught manners from childhood immediately grabbed my hand and kissed her. Then took turns kissing the back of my Father and Mother's hands.

"Let's go in first." My tantric words invited the three of us into his house and let you sit down.

Fikri who just came home from school immediately changed clothes and sat next to me to invite me to chat like an adult, hahaha.when I was 15 and Fikri was 12 years old. I don't know any chat we don't understand, just from talking. But what I heard from the parents who were chatting, they used Sundanese. But we are not in Bandung city of course.

"Assalamualaik." Said a man about 20 years old on the doorstep smiling. "Waalaikum salam." Our law is in unison.

Politely the man experienced one by one my parents and my aunt and my cousin's brother. Lastly Fikri kissed the back of his hand.

"Tumben is home ? Usually later in the afternoon." Tanya Fikri turned to look at the man.

Just call him Dillah. The 20-year-old man has a stocky body with a height of 182 CM. Little curly hair, thick eyebrows, thin lips and slightly narrow eyes.

I was just speechless watching the chatter of these two different men of this generation. While occasionally laughing when the man threw his joke on Fikri.

"Fik, I live first huh. I haven't been praying about it." His words were taken by Fikri.

"So soon after the prayer eat Dil, Aunt already cooked !" Say my aunt to him. He smiled and said to his aunt.

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At about four in the afternoon, Fikri took me around the backyard of my aunt's house which was directly connected to a fairly large river. For some reason I was very interested in seeing him, many middle-aged men and even young men who were busy fishing lined up along the river. I was so excited to see the green expanse of freshly planted rice plants.

I don't know why it wasn't just me and Fikri, but there were two little kids around the age of 10 and six with me and Fikri. I only realized it after I sat on one of the big rocks on the river bank.

"Ki. You play here often ?" I asked without hesitation to put out my daily word at home. Whereas back when I was at my aunt's house, I always used the word me, and me. Haha

Fikri nodded. He pointed to one of the small huts that only had a blue tarp across the river. "I'm usually the same as the others there."

I just nodded. Then I looked straight back at the river and started daydreaming until I realized for a few minutes that I heard a man screaming from behind me.

"Sir. Come home almost maghrib !" Jerk her. The little boy who was with me got up and ran towards him while looking at me cynically.

I who had never seen him was just staring back cynically at him, until he disappeared in a third of the highway.

"Judes is very full of people, take a look at me again. I want to plug his eyes !" My grumbling at the man Fikri heard.

"Emerang it's his people's tea, just let him mah !" Sahut Fikri while showing his flat face.

"Hey.." Say hello to me while sitting next to me. "Hi too !" My heart smiled wryly considering the incident on the river bank.

"Know, I'm Dillah !" He said while holding his hand. I grabbed it and said my name. "Satio."

"I know your name." Legally. "Ehh.." I was a little surprised.

"So I heard them call you, Des, Desi. I see." Further explained. Just just oh ria without wanting to continue my conversation.

"Request her HP number dong !" God smiled at me.

"Ga's got hp, but he's got his card !" Polo answered. Because it's true, I have a cellular card but I don't have a cell phone. Then how can it be ? I borrowed my friend's phone. Haha

Maybe some of you have experienced this time, just like I used to.

"Yaudah gapapa, will be able to pinjem HP temen to open SMS from me." Legally. I nodded and then I started mentioning my HP number.

"Nih I type yes the SMS continues I send to your number." His words showed me typing SMS through his Nokia type 6600 mobile phone.

Vicki.. 66 HP, crazyaaaa !! My mind admires.

Because of the time in my teens, already have a Nokia HP type 2300 aja it feels already feel rich people sekampung, what else has a Nokia HP type 6600 already feel rich children rich people really rich. Haha

"Udah I sent but pending." Said me. "That's !" Ketus.

"I'm sorry that this afternoon I'm a rich man angry with you ? You don't like to see me playing on the river bank, afraid he nyemplung doang !"

I looked, then nodded. "Father."

"You're still in school ?" Ask her again. "Lost waiting for the graduation letter." My solute.

"Graduate SMP what is SMA ?" Ask again. "SMP in High School." My leg is short again.

He kept asking about me, until I got bored of being asked finally asked him questions too. He answers all my questions. Just as I asked about myself, I asked about him.

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Next day.

Guests started coming one by one. Because it was after dawn, my youngest son was just circumcised. Starting from the parents of the students where my aunt attended elementary school, until my aunt's co-workers alternately came. I became a little busy because I was assigned to serve the guests, get drinks, get snacks and so on. Though I was not made into ayu pager in front of the buffet. (If it's in my village).

Until the afternoon before I had not finished delivering snacks and drinks, until I missed my dzuhur prayer.

"Tan. Permission first yes, want to dzuhuran for a while continued ashar. You want to enter Ashar's time." My permission on my aunt. My aunt nodded and told me to pray immediately, she apologized to me for keeping me busy until I forgot my obligation.

After the completion of the Ashar prayer, I returned to serve the guests who had come. Although now the number is not as much as this morning until noon. But I still feel tired.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, I was able to squeal my feet in the room I was in. For five minutes I was sitting, the door of my room was knocked by someone.

Clik. I opened the door and was surprised by the person in front of me.

"Astaghfirullah." My words hold my chest.