Ngumbara Love

The Part 20

"Is Rossi beautiful?" If a man praises the opposite sex, there is certainly no attraction.

"Beautiful"

"Well! Brother has praised my friend, it means he ...!"

"Women!"

"That's not what I mean Brother Andhra! Duh bothered to talk to singles acute." Omel Dara passed away. Andhra just shakes shoulders, indifferent.

"You're! It's smart to make women piss on you." The other bully left, the other one came. Out of nowhere, Farid suddenly appeared.

"Kayak Jelangkung only!"

Andhra was about to open her laptop again, but stopped because Farid was holding her back.

"Hehe! I want to talk seriously with Brother." Farid shifted the flat object that did not actually hinder his purpose to talk to Andhra.

"Say!" Andhra leaned lazily, she could already guess, surely again because of the girl named Rossi.

"Thank you for what Dara meant." Farid leaned his body half in a whisper.

"How dare you set me up." Farid panicked himself because of his words.

"Syuuut, don't be so loud. I just want my pocket to be safe." Andhra was still silent, it meant waiting for the continuation of Farid's words.

"They've spent a lot of money on the girl." Farid looked pouted. Earlier this morning, a notification came into his phone, some money was sent to one of the foreign accounts. And after he investigates who the owner is, it turns out he's Rossi.

"Then!"

"Yes! In order not to lose too much, I want you to accept that girl alone. Count how your brother is. Seven million is not a little know. My salary as the village chief is not that much."

Don't know him yet. If his wife even promises more money to Rossi hihi.

"Say what you want?"  Challenge Andhra. Have been together every day for five years, and after that they always preach through cyberspace. Of course Andhra understood very well what Farid really wanted. Even though since they Junior High is only a holiday at the end of the year they meet.

"Not understanding." Farid pretentious.

"Say the name!"

"Just like what Dara gave Rossi." Kan in the end the head of this matre village was honest.

"Get me my phone." Farid swiftly picked up a flat object smaller than the others.

"Big!"

"Thank you, Brother! You're the best." Farid girang is not a kepalang. Money back.

"The theater!"

"Sister is the same!"

"Wait on! What does this mean ...!" Farid's words hung, because the one being spoken hurriedly stood up. "Hi, I'm not done talking yet." His hands hang in the air, right behind Andhra's body.

"Do I need to, I'll take back all my investments?" Gertak Andhra lazily turned around.

"No-no!"

"Good! Go sleep! Tomorrow you'll have to work harder than today!" Tell Andhra without looking.

"Sister!"

"Yes!" Still not looking.

"Don't forget to take your medicine!" farid.

"Am I not like the sick man Rid?"

"I know, your goal is good."

"If only ..." Andhra could not continue his words, immediately he walked lightly to his room.

"I know Brother! If Grandpa were still alive, you wouldn't have experienced all this."

Until when will I continue to drink this stuff. Andhra slammed the white object she had taken from a small bottle on the nightstand. It was concurrent with the entrance of a pair of legs of a middle-aged woman.

"Sorry, Son! Mom came in without knocking on the door, 'cause I saw the door open a little." After picking up the white object thrown away by Andhra.

"It's okay, Mommy! Come inside."

A smile expanded on the twilight face that began to wrinkle, slowly the woman approached.

"Are you tired, son?" Andhra just shook his head weakly. "Urip iku Ojo sepaneng, alon-alon waton lunion." Gently massaging Andhra's shoulders, although soft but hit certain points so that Andhra feels a comfortable effect. The head that initially felt heavy, now began to decrease.

"Mother Ndak want to, you're up to nothing. You've been away from us for too long. You've lived us to live as worthy as we are now." The old Netra began to glaze over." Remembering every Andhra struggle. Remember the little Andhra who went to the city alone, and in the moment of success Andhra made all loved ones feel the results of his sweat.

"Try driven! Which other part is still bad?" Hope this massage relaxes the strained nerves.

"Here, Mother! Andhra often gets numb if typing too long." Showing upper arm.

"It's so loud!" Halimah hit Andhra's arm.

"Yes, if so, I just sit down and accompany Andhra to chat." Andhra gently pulled Hakimah's hand, rubbed it and patted it softly.

He's always been like this. Very good at resisting without offending others. Surely he was not feeling good because it troubled this old man.

"Pardon Andhra who rarely comes home, Mother! Andhra is hard to divide time."

"It's okay, kid! You give me news every day, make this mother's longing go away." Grasping tightly, replace Halimah who gently pat Andhra's hand. "Your grandfather must be so proud of you! Live well, son! It's time you set the future."

Andhra was really fed up with this discussion. Always and always a life partner. Can they just talk about something else. Wanting her heart to scream and say her life is fine without a life partner, hardened heart and harsh talk. But unfortunately, the one who was advising him now was an old man, he had to keep restraint.

"Let's think about your future, too. Every human being needs a life partner, to share the joys and sorrows."

"You can also be a place where I share my joys and sorrows, right?" Andhra answered.

"But between a couple and a family is different, son! There are times when you can only tell your wife. He will understand your situation. Accompanying yourself when happy, also comforting you in difficult times. That you can get from just your life partner."

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The sun has not yet revealed its light. The sky formed an orange cloud, slapping the dew so that its luster of light flashed perfectly. Wet and fresh. Andhra rode the bike slowly but surely. Tracing the road to the edge of the village to ride the hills, Andhra still continues to ride a bike a few kilometers more. Passing the path that curved down, then uphill quite long. This time Andhra led his bicycle.

Just when it reaches the bridge at the edge of the rubber garden. While the forest next door, has been opened to the benefit of the community, becoming a food resource, although some acacia and mahogany trees began to grow as tall as adults. It was here that Andhra was desperate. He was swept away with the flood. The dark pieces reappeared. Andhra closed her eyes.

'Always try to be calm, son! Follow the calm flow of water until the ripples are not heard. Where the current takes you, that's your destiny until you blend in with the ocean. Blending does not mean melting. No matter how strong the temptation from the outside, a person whose heart lives will not be affected by evil and heresy. Like fish in the sea, although the water is salty, but the fish is not so.'

Andhra's eyes opened. From here he looked into the distance, his villa looked smaller than its size. Some houses look like miniatures.

Not long after, Andhra's phone rang. His hands clenched firmly, a video has tested his patience. Andhra immediately sent a message to someone.

Still dare he play around. Inner Andhra. The phone has returned to my pocket.

"Son Andhra! What's he here for?"

He almost called out in a loud voice, andhra hurried away on his bike.

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