My Sacrifice for Mother

ROAD Part 2's

The plot...!!!!!!

The sound rang out so loud in Anes' ear when the jolt on Anes' head landed perfectly. Who else did it if not Miss Santi, her beloved mother Anes.

"Where is it?"

Anes holds his head from his mother's neck while grimacing. "Hehehe saw the mountain ***** ."

His mother was ready to raise her finger back to be placed on his head Anes but was prevented by Mr. Alan.

"It's Buk, what's the matter ? Kan Ghanes is an adult, do not be treated like a child donk buk, justin aja, after all he is able to take responsibility with his life snediri is not it?"

Ghanes gave his father two thumbs up. "Well, that's the father."

"Keep alone in belain, usually used to be a fierce father, why now the father so soft so sir." Ms. Santi grumbled and walked away still limped.

Mr. Alan followed his wife from behind while answering. " Now they are adults, they are not rich children anymore, let them explore the world, as long as they are able to take responsibility and know all the risks for all their choices."

dddddrdtrrrrrrrttt,,,,,,,, dddrrrtt..........

"Hello?"

"Where? Have you entered the house yet?"

"Well, just now, why and what?"

"Ga what's the matter? just check your condition, in anger ga?"

"Well, where are you? is it home? definitely not donk."

"Yes not yet, here I am again resting at the gas station, filling ammunition and rest awhile."

"owwhh, yeah, I'm gonna take a shower, bye." Without saying goodbye Anes immediately threw his cellphone on the mattress in his room, sayup sayup still heard a debate between his mother and father who debated how to advise his son who is now all grown up.

Draping a light cream towel on his shoulder, Anes grumbled in his footsteps towards the 2x3m bathroom clanking the sky blue ceramic with his father's favorite hexagonal pattern.

"cxcxccxcx there is aja ni people from the past has not changed at all yes, healthy little rich dog ma cat, but if anyone is sick one, already rich manhood of chickens want to bertelor,,, hedeeewwwwwwwwwhhh parents. Cxcxcx."

"Woooeee mbak!, in the bathroom do not talk alone, many demons tuh, kambet mampus you. Habit!" Brrroooooook!!!!! Broookkk!!!!! A brookkkk!!!!!! 

There was a scream from outside the bathroom and the sound of a very loud door banging.

None other than Candra, her only brother who somehow at this time Anes feels Candra is more possessive of her, very much different when Susan, still exists.

** cep. **

Anes was instantly speechless to realize his mistake.

"ciiiiii........"

Water as cold as the temperature in the refrigerator, Bbbbbrrrrrrrr ...... Do not dream that there is warm water that arrives from the tap, because this is not a fairy tale nor is it an imaginary story of the dreamers who wake up late in the morning. But this is a reality that exists in the lives of people from the middle down even tend to be poor.

10 Minutes is enough time just to wash the rest of the remaining legs attached to the exotic skin. No need to stretch with all kinds of skincare that has a Whitening appendage, what to do? After all, the skin of Indonesian women is exotic beauty, does beauty have to be white? Surely not, right?

Who still say so are people who are still in colonial thinking that privileged white people. Are not human beings the same, created in accordance with the beauty and privilege of each?

"Sir, ma'am, are you a human what a duck?" Seloroh Candra saw her brother coming out of the bathroom so quickly.

Anes hung his smile on the corner of the right lip, looking very sadistic and full of ridicule. "Emang elu, who took a bath keg drowned at times?"

"Pantesan aja jomblo." Ejek Candra again.

Anes didn't care and shuddered off to walk back to his room.

"Some singles are forbidden from insulting each other." The answer was half screaming.

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One week later...........

Ghanes who has prepared a prep bag for a trip to Bali, smiling smile imagine the beauty of the mandara benoa toll that will be passed through it to the beach pandawa later.

A beautiful toll road built on a bay of benoa connecting the golden triangle between Ngurah Rai, Benoa, Benoa, nusa Dua was inaugurated by the 6th president of Indonesia, Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono on September 23, 2013.

Of course, this toll increasingly facilitates the mobility of citizens and beautifies the city, although on top of development there is always a negative impact on the cause. We are still looking for the best solution for the impact that is caused.

Source: TanjungbenoaBali.com

"What time's it going?" Ask Mr. Alan

"Later sir at 4pm he said."

"Picked up how many people?"

Ghanes smiled at a question from his father, who sounded worried about his daughter who had just returned home after several years of not meeting.

As he smiled his smile Ghanes replied, "One person dong pak, it's only Anes who was picked up, besides riding a motorcycle, not carrying a truck."

Mr. Alan was still standing at the door of Ghanes' room watching Anes stuffing some of his clothes into his green backpack. Not a large backpack, only a backpack the size of 30L only, because the plan in Bali is also only 2 days, the old is the journey, because the road uses a motorbike not with a private jet. hehehee,, and so on,,,

"Ooohh,, yeah." Said later.

"Obviously donk sir, do not be so expression, worry can, but do not often think negative, later gray add a lot sir. hehehhehe". Seloroh Ghanes seduces his father who from the look on his face strongly shows that he is worried.

Naturally, because of his three children, no one has ever had a touring hobby similar to his daughter. Moreover, touring that reaches outside the island, because so far if Anes touring is still inside the island of Java, Mr. Alan has never asked as much as today.

"Yes, the important thing is you heart, do not be strange strange, if the road does not need to speed too."

"Hehehehehehe was calm sir, Anes knows sir."

Arriving from the yard of the house there was the sound of a motorcycle roar, which if heard from his voice anyone knew that it was not a duck bike.

"Babyskkk !!!!!" Candra's thunderous voice called out to Ghanes who immediately went out of the room, and was followed by Mr. Alan who was following Anes from behind.

"Yes, yes,, yes, yes,,, noisy lu Ndra." Welcome Ghanes while clasping her right hand towards Candra as Anes walks past her.

"Asalamualaik....... "

"Walaikumsalam Nathan, enter Than." Ghanes invited Nathan in and sat on a long, pale wooden chair without paint and varnish.

Seated from sea sting wood made by Mr. Alan when Ghanes was still sitting in class 5 SD. Durable until now even though there has been a coak in some parts because it is obsolete in eating age, apalgi in the house of Ghanes whose air humidity is much higher than the air in urban areas in general.

Yes, actually Mr. Alan was a carpenter as well as a Stone Carpenter (building). But because of Mr. Alan's minus eyes finally Mr. Alan chose to leave his profession because it is very dangerous. How not to danger, if in fact even though Mr. Alan has been wearing glasses minus Mr. Alan is still having trouble making a straight line, if in fact, even if he is wearing glasses, If this happens to the builder it will be very dangerous in the process of building a building. Mr. Alan also doubles as a carawitan who is currently made as a hobby only because he has to work until dawn. Mr. Alan was born into a family of artists. His father Mr. Alan used to be a village elder who even had complete gamelan in his joglos.

And from his brother Mr. Alan also many who work in the field of art. No exception to Mr. Alan himself.

But Mr. Alan did not want to continue it, because at that time ART was very synonymous with promiscuity, the night world, liquor and other bad associations.

Even Ghanes who from childhood aspired to be a sinden was banned hard with Mr. Alan.

Said Mr. Alan: "Please be anything, as long as you are not in the entertainment world, you are my only daughter and I do not want you in that world."

This also caused Anes so tormented when he was so stupid to betray his father's trust in him, that he had to eliminate his prospective children just because he did not want to make both parents hurt.

How could he possibly see the grief of a father who from childhood bothered him to avoid bad things, or even his mother who was very fragile and unable to stand firm even with her own feet.

Moving to Miss Santi, who was not actually born from a poor family. Even his parents Bu SAnti (grandmother Ghanes) is a rich man. It has a large clove garden and a cattle and goat farm. Even at that time 9 (he said Ms. Santi), her grandparents had employees of up to 40 people working every day for them.

But good luck is not on the side of Miss Santi at all. His mother, Bu Santi, hates Santi and only loves his sister. They are the same as their real children.

Weird right?

At that time even his sister Bu Santi could get to study at one of the universities in the city of M, while Bu Santi himself when going to school in Junior High School, was not given permission by his mother. And even married to Mr. Alan. How tragic.

Then after getting married, Miss Santi and Mr. Alan had to get out of the house and given a patch of land outside the village on the river bank which there are only 3 neighbors, only, or rather, throw it into the kebon.

Still fortunately given the land to build a house, while to build a house just a penny not in love with money, so their house can only be a small hut with a floor and without electricity of course.

Even from the small Bu Santi was very used to seeing his sister eat with rice and chicken meat while he himself only with ulek chili and tempe grilled.

Ms. Santi is also used to watching her father (Ghanes' grandfather) only fall silent when his mother hits him or even scolds him for trivialities.

One sentence from his mother that even continues to be remembered until old age is when his mother said :

"I never thought that the child I gave birth to from my stomach could be as ugly as you. I'm honestly ashamed to have your son."

This word also hurt Miss Santi so much that Ms Santi went to the hospital because of inflammation of the intestine, and after checking the Lab was the main cause because Bu Santi experienced severe stress in a fairly long period of time.

Wait,,,,, Author breathes first,, rewriting Bu Santi's past is pretty draining, because the author himself is difficult to imagine how Bu Santi felt at that time when the mother who gave birth even hated him and treated very differently with his younger brother, who was only his only brother.

The author hopes that something like this doesn't happen to you, me and all of us. Be a fair parent and be home to our children.

oh,,,,, GOD,,,,,,,

We go on, yeah, we, we,,,

This bitter story of the past that ultimately encourages Mr. Alan and Bu Santi to fight hard and determined to send his three children at least to all SLTA levels, although they must be willing to live poor and not strong to build a more livable house.

Ghanes and his two brothers are very grateful to be born to the couple Pak Alan and Bu Santi, because from their life story Anes and his two brothers grew up to be children of high tolerance, hardworking, hardworking children, and loving to those who live under them, though there are bad things, too, that is with the three of them also grew into a child who was a little judas especially in the rich people who like to step on small people, especially the ASNs whose veins had been broken, especially, in the salary of the people's money but arrogant the same people who should serve it.

Back to Mr. Alan, Nathan and Ghanes in that 3x3.5m living room.

"You're leaving soon?" Ask Mr. LAn to Nathan who sits in the long chair in front of him."

"Yes sir, just wait for preparation from Ghanes."Nathan answered while nodding and smiling at the sweet sweetness of course.

"Well, I'm ready to go, right sir?" Anes replied, asking for a confession from his father.

Mr. Alan did not reply, just smiling as he continued to look closely at Nathan, who might have felt strange, because he saw the face of Nathan who was much younger than Ghanes.

"Yes already if you want to go to heart do not forget to pray first, do not speed. The important thing is to survive until the goal, right?"

"Yes sir, we know, also we ask for his prayers from the father, may our journey safely back home." Nathan said he asked Mr. Alan for his blessing.

Ghanes said: Jiiihhhh what the hell is tacky, touring aja ask for blessing, but this will walk only, if you want work mah ask for blessing prayer okelah, yes, cook want to go for a walk ask for blessings, anjayyy,,, lebay.

Ghanes moved from his seat, "Yes, the cave entered take the cave backpack, after that directly gass right, would you like to eat first?"

"Ga nda, wait for Mr. Anggi in his stall, kasian ntar if he waited too long." Javan Nathan refuses Ghanes' invitation.

1, 2 minutes later Ghanes was out again with his backpack and handed it to Nathan,

"Well you check dech, there are goods that do not need to enter? If most of it later let the cave reduce."

After receiving the bag from Ghanes, Nathan opened it and looked at the contents, then laughed ...

"Hahhahahaha why are you carrying a hat? Will we travel on a motorbike, do not bother what if you wear a hat? Rich you never ride a motorbike only nda, this again slippers rope for what? Riding a motorcycle will hurt if you wear sandals, a lot of sand will hit the feet. Just put on your shoes."

"Hehheehe kirain needs it later when he's resting praying." Anes said grinningly as he scratched his head.

"Yes, nda nda, prayer is not a moment you need sandals too, right? Don't take it with you, rather than your bag getting heavier."

"Okay, okay is there anything else to stay in?"

"Well, it doesn't exist, it looks like it's just a raincoat, right?!"

"Yes already."

"Well, are we leaving now?" Nathan asked immediately from his seat.

The two of them immediately say goodbye to Mr. Alan and Miss Santi.

"Sir, Buk, we're off, yes, ask her to be safe until she gets home." Nathan said he greeted Mr. Alan and Ms. Santi alternately.

"Yes, the heart is on the road." Said Mr. Alan to release Anes.

"Don't forget to tell me what's wrong." Bu Santi exclaimed at his son who had been hanging on a motorbike.

Ghanes was just a whimper from the top of the motorbike,"Ready whine queen."

"Yes be careful, don't forget bismillah."

There are also some kaliandra trees, which actually does not include large trees, because this type of tree is a shrub tree that is used for fodder.

Yes, behind the house there are indeed some goats that were bought by Mr. Aln some time ago from the money sent by Anes, and it was Anes who asked to be bought by goats, he said, because it can be planted at once. PE type goats that cost quite a lot higher than the type of rivet goats that are usually kept in villages.

The sun that began to warm from the very hot heat also accompanied their journey to split the black asphalt which of course was built by the government for its people. Not built by Bandung Bondowoso as in fairy tales.

Back rows of pine trees in this perhutani land are always timeless accompanying the adorable winding road.

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45 Minutes they have been down the streets above the mountain and along the foot of the hills that are still natural and beautiful. The two were at a simple coffee shop owned by Anggi.

Warkop One Asphalt so the name emblazoned in a round-shaped logo is red and black in front of the shop. This stall is not large, not also luxurious, but in view of the decoration is indeed this stall is made deliberately simple so that it can be entered by the lower classes, the, especially the children of the touring community who usually prioritize simplicity and solidarity.

Anggi is the name of a boy born from the TNI red plate family, all members of his family are TNI. From his grandparents to his mother's father and his older brother. Only he and an uncle tend to go into the military. His uncle was a businessman in the field of local cigarettes, while he himself was a computer scholar.

As a child born from a family of red plates, Anggi in no way reflects the luxury or arrogance commonly brought by children from noble families. The outfit he wears 90% is the item he bought from a load for a plate of goat satay.

Even where he always carries a backpack of faded red color that has been torn in the zipper.

Amazingly this Anggi has absolutely no sense of inferiority with what he has.

"Hallo sir, Buk, enter, rest first in the goods 5 minutes new we gass together, we ride very from Banyuwangi only yes." Said a yellow-skinned boy in clean skin with no male-typical fur on his face.

He wears an armi green jacket and a wide smile that he always cheers on whenever he meets people.

Yes, he is Anggi Baskoro the son of a military family who does not like the military.

Author : Anggi is the real name, hehehehehe according to the author funny anyway, the man named Anggi. xixixixixiixxiixxi

"Sir Nggi, which other children sir? Wait where?" Nathan asked Baskoro.

"Oh, that's, that's six people at the red light near the border, he said they wouldn't want to go back and forth from here to there. Save gas, too" he said."

"oh, that's why I haven't opened a group yet? Still on the way." Nathan said he explained to Anggi.

"Cirain's not going to the buk." Baskoro's mouthpiece to Anes who was sitting quietly watching the conversation between the two of them.

Anes was just silent because besides the three of them there were 8 people who were all men were sitting hanging out enjoying their coffee while occasionally talking about motorcycles, especially besides, besides, all of them were sitting hanging out, the talk of people who like custom motorcycles must be struggling on the bike as well.

"Heheheheheeh so donk, kasian who picked up if not so, has been planned from yesterday also right? Although I was actually invited, not in the planning negotiations."

Ghanes replied slightly smilingly with a distinctive sarcastic language from his mouth.

Baskoro chuckled amusedly at the lightness of Ghanes' eyes on Nathan. "Hehhehehehe what is it? Not necessarily once a year we can attend Honda Bikers Day lo, all of itung a picnic."

"Heheheeheeyeh yes, all along the road." The word Anes justifies Baskoro.

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"Ayoookk, so gass ain't we ?!" Someone from the front stood up.

"Woe be it, anjir . Come on, leave yok. " Baskoro who confronted them immediately, fearing that they would wait too long.

One by one they began to wear their respective helmets on their heads as well of course. Ghanes with his favorite red-gray helmet he bought before he left to wander again at that time , in proper wear nempel protect her head wrapped in a hijab pattern of the British flag which according to Ghanes is the most unique hijab because of the pattern of the flag of the Muslim minority.

"Bismilahhirohmanirohiim" Anes whispered slowly from inside his helmet.

The roar of a motorbike divides the streets that are quite crowded by people who come home from work, children coming home from tutoring or young couples who start out looking for the wind or just looking for food throughout the city. The sky that began to redden, the breeze that began to blow through the face covered with SNI helmets with various patterns. In total there are 6 pieces of CB100 motors that drive with their respective body colors. This bike is of course only the body of the CB100, but the engine is no longer using the CB100 engine.

Some use the engine GL Max, GL Pro, some even use the Scorpio engine.

Modif motor, especially classic motorcycles will usually require a fairly large cost, especially if the motorbike used is a large CC motorbike.

There are even those who spend hundreds of millions just to modify the classic motorbike to their liking.

Crossroads by crossroad they pass by casually while enjoying the streets. Passing through some rice fields that began to duck because of the yellowing of old, also some food vendors who began to light the lights, further adding to the lively atmosphere of the road that Ghanes had not found in his life.

Before long they reached the city limits where the other 6 friends were waiting there.

There is one girl who is screwed by her partner.

In Anes's heart: "Thankfully, there is a friend, hopefully he***fine." *

What Ghanes Fine means is mediocre, because usually the girl tends to mense, spoiled, spoiled, likes to compare and other characteristics of girls that Ghanes is very ambitious if you meet this type of woman.

"Ga needs to stop, just go for the gas sir!!" Excite someone when they 8 starts to slow down the speed of the motor.

"okay ! There's an adhan we stop yes, as always.!" The other cried.

"Ready ! Gass yok, Gass !!"

6 motorcycles plus 4 motors, all of which there are 10 motors filled by 18 people, because there are two motors each of them he said more comfortable driving alone, alone, so there is no burden to take the life of another. There is a point too, although actually if the piggy bank can replace the nyetirnya.so not too tired.

As with the initial agreement, whenever there is a call to worship they all immediately look for the nearest mosque or mosque to simply report to the Creator.

After that they will continue to divide the streets neatly and of course still adhere to the road signs, because this is not a group of moge who are usually famous as the ruler of the streets that can break through red lights as good as their eyes.

Night travel is the most preferred thing, because it avoids the heat of the sun and invisible dust of road dust, although in fact dust is still dust as long as there is no rain flushed, so the dust on the road remains and disturbing, but because of the night, so the disturbance of this dust becomes disguised by the eyes.

Exactly at 2 am they finally decided to rest in a red and white hotel owned by pertamina, namely Gasoline Poms. Hahaahaha.

Hotel Merah Putih is a very familiar designation among children touring, because of the cost savings, as well as the efficiency of the trip, because after waking up they can immediately unplug the gas to the asphalt back.

After the completion of dawn prayers, they again continued their journey to the ferry crossing from Ketapang Banyuwangi to GIlimanuk Bali.

Tired of a break at the red and white hotel, the lagers stopped for a while to fill up the ammunition at the roadside stalls along the way, so they continued until later to the destination.

So if anyone thinks that the touring will stay at the hotel with its facilities, then such an assumption is a big mistake, because what happens in the field is they are lovers of streets and travel.

After traveling 3 days and 2 nights, they finally arrived at the port of Ketapang , and began queuing tickets to be able to board the ship.

After getting a ticket, they also wait for the ship schedule that is still 2 hours away, because the passengers are so crowded. Yes understand, because this Honda Biker Day event is an international event that is attended by people from all over the island in Indonesia motorcycle enthusiasts, and according to the information obtained, that later there will also be a breakdown of Muri Records in the category of Kecak Dance the most participants.

2 Hours later, 18 of them had been on the deck of the ferry, some were sitting on the fence (not to be imitated). 

And that person is Ghanes Anjani. Representative women who are always keen to try new things,

he was engrossed in watching the ripples of sea water being hit by boat propellers under the bottom deck.

He smiled with a smile, "may you have peace there, son, please apologize to God, I love you to this day."

Suddenly Nathan's voice called him to sit on the chair "Nda, here donk, what are you doing there ?"

"Ga pa pa kok, I look at the water motion down there." Said Anes trying to convince Nathan that all he did was safe, because he was still holding on to the mast of the ship.

"Here you go....." He said he was half-ruling.

Anes slightly tried to smile with a grumbling heart because there were many of his friends there.

Then he sat down next to Nathan and started to open his phone camera to pick up a recording of the walking ferry.

Suddenly.......

Bleeeeeeggghh........

Nathan sleeps on Anes' lap, "She help me, let me sleep, I'm not strong, I'm sea mabok."

Anes face immediately pias startled "Huh???? Apaan nih a man, cemen very so a person, could he mabok sea, yesterday was brave enough to go to Bali, it turns out he was the koit. ****** ****** why be a troublesome cave and have to take care of him, njying."

Anes he did not give any comment, he just sat quietly in place and let Nathan close his eyes on both thighs, he said, though the intention of his heart wanted to go around the ship streets enjoying the cold strait wind and not too strong, but what power turned out he was with a mushy person who actually troublesome him as a woman.

Anes is also a little embarrassed by his new friends who laugh at seeing Nathan sea mabok and even spoiled on Anes who looks much stronger.

"He why?" Asked one of his traveling companions to Ghanes.

"Dizziness said." Anes answered briefly.

"Udah tau mabok, why from home do not drink antimo, make a man ashamed lu Than." The man said that he had cut Nathan on Anes' lap and then he went to Anes' seat on the fence while watching the lights in the distance. Which of course this lamp is still visible because the opposite is a strait not an ocean. And only in travel with time (-+) 30 minutes until it gets to the gilimanuk. Not a long distance with the cost of crossing 18 thousand rupiah per person.

At 3:40 in the morning they arrived at the port of gilimanuk, here they are directed by the committee of HBD (Honda Bikers Day) to the resting location to be given a sticker on each of their motorcycles and get admission to their event the next day at pandawa beach.

The so-called resting location is not a camp with facilities, but a building in the harbor that has several seats just to unwind, of course, there is no food here.

"How are we going to sleep here? Tomorrow's just going on, it's about 2 hours from here."

Mr. Anggi said to all his friends.

"Okay, we can whatever, lapernye delayed tomorrow how?" Said someone with red eyes from fatigue and sleepiness.

"This coupon tomorrow morning may be in the food taker to the committee, but for now the food is not there, only ready tomorrow morning he said." Said someone else holding all the coupons they got.

Nathan chimed in, "Okay, that's enough to fill the stomach before finding tomorrow's food."

"Okay then, later who woke up first, woke up the other, set the alarm each at 5:30" continued Anggi.

"Every nggi, yes everyone is asleep, no noise let no slaing disturb each other."

And all were obedient to those words, for they all also realized that they were tired and in need of sleep, because driving with tired conditions is very dangerous for themselves as well as for other road users.

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On time they all woke up according to the alarm they put each on his phone. Wash your face with water from the mineral bottles they carry each of them.

Don't think they'll take a shower in the morning, because that won't happen . Because any of them who will not want to be busy with the event looking for a public bathroom as they often do on the island of Java, Java, on average, almost all gas stations provide public bathrooms complete with toilets and musholanya.

But on the island of the gods will be very rarely encountered gas stations that provide such facilities as those in Java. Yes, because the majority of Balinese people are not Muslims. And we have to respect and respect that. You must not impose your beliefs and customs on others.

A sunny morning beautiful morning, the still somewhat cold wind blows accompany hordes of young people who are hobby with the road and travel. Cb's own children's slogan is "CB unites the archipelago." And in Java itself the catchphrase is CB seduluran selawase (CB brother forever). 

This time they drove quite fast, different from yesterday's days that tend to relax, because they avoid traffic jams. The road that passes through them is the only way to the center of Bali. And will be very congested and jammed in working hours.

Not a difficult thing to penetrate the streets in Bali, of course before traffic jams come, if traffic jams come will be different again the story.

And in traveling, our time calculation must be good, indeed, we must know the hours of crowded vehicles at what time so that we are not trapped in the queue of vehicles on the road which of course it is very hated by almost all highway users.

"Nda Cape?" Nathan asked to make sure that the humans behind him were okay.

"Ga, it's still fine, just a little laper anyway." Answer Anes casually.

"Oh yes I know that, because I myself am also a full laper, but if in Bali we can not carelessly enter in the food stall, afraid if mistakenly eat the pig, there is a pig, so rather than having to ask questions first, it is better to find a place to eat that has been jels if they do not sell pork, for example Javanese and Sumatran stalls, yes,,,,,,, for example,,,,,, nyari is safe." anyway." Nathan explained.

"Hopefully you can understand yes, fear you are hungry again keg yesterday."

"Yes, okay I understand, anyway if we eat right we can be together with the clain right? Cook us alone, both of us."

"Would you wait to get to the venue?" Ask Nathan again.

"Akhhh,, be strong, cook engga. hahhahahaa." Anes answered while laughing. Cook not eat a few hours he died, ga sigitunya also times, huh ga anyway?

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