Mystery of Love

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"pean pinten class?" the young man asked me while looking at me

" kale class" I replied without looking at him.

He was the suharjo the person closest to my uncle who was often incomprehensible with his various actions especially on us his nephews. So we chose instead to stay away because often our actions were often wrong in his eyes and we must have been scolded.

" owalah jek cilik" he said again

He then just kept quiet and looked at me occasionally. Mbak nurin and I were quiet too. I didn't even dare to look at his face. But I can still see his every move because of our close distance. Probably only about 60 cm.

There was only the sound of music that echoed even though in the place where we were sitting at that time the sound was not deafening.

He took off his copy to pick up a letter like that. I glanced and my eyes caught a white envelope tucked in the copy. But stop her pulling.

He hurriedly left when he heard someone like calling him.

Madam Nurin who was silent from earlier now started teasing me.

" ciye mbak tuul...!"

"what the hell is it!" But my heart is also blossoming. Although there were no shakes in my heart but I was happy because he was my uncle's favorite person, he was also working, his face was also quite, not too disappointing.

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Until the escort family came home we just came out of hiding through uncle's kitchen. We walked out to break up the crowd and looked for another hiding place.

When I got to the terrace I stopped because SuHarjo called me. He held out a letter to me and while I was still pecking at the letter and his face he then undoes his intention, "not wes pea jek ngunu".

That night I moved from one hiding place to another. It does not help those who are busy serving the guests until nightfall.-Basic myself---

The next day we went straight back to the cabin three by riding len. I'm always excited myself when riding len looking for a leading place beside the driver. The veil is flicked right and left to cover my nose so as not to feel the smell of the car that will make my stomach like being shaken.

Arriving at the market place brangkal len stop I came out with a great relief because it was free from the taste that tormented me during the trip. Huff....I can breathe with relief. I breathed a lot of oxygen to get rid of dizziness in the head that was hurting me suddenly.

Mbak Nurin told mbak ima about the incident last night, when we had arrived at the cottage.It k made him follow-up teasing myself. What is...

True said the people, though the tongue was not boned but its strength could tear down a solid wall. One of the santriwati there who came from the same area as suharjo, Rawar blandong, his name is Qomariyah. Again, he spread the news

" mbak kum.." yelled mbak ima who was downstairs sitting behind santriwati's office.

" heee lapo im...?" answer mbak kum who is also relaxing on the second floor just above the stairs

" i lho kajange dadi tonggo peanut mbak kum." he said while pointing at me.

" is it opo se....?" I said out of shame. They spoke long distance in a loud voice and it was certain that the entire hut could hear them clearly

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I just remembered this incident when I was in second grade. But in this story I was in third grade. So in the future I am also confused about how to handle it.

Mbak I should have been boyong when I was in third grade and I was already in ndalem.

piye. iki I maleh koyok mbujuk malihan.