PORTRAITS

PROLOGUES

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

‘*SPRING SEASON JAPAN 2018*’

A beautiful girl dressed all covered where only her palms and face are holding a camera and aiming at a scene that attracts interest and admiration of the creation of God, he said, the beauty that is clearly displayed in front of its lentic netra, thick and dark brown.

The girl smiled with satisfaction at the portrait. He walked down the road until he arrived at a bridge made of wood beside the bridge there are cherry blossoms that bloom beautifully pink exactly the cheeks of the girl either because her heart is flowery or because it does not stop smiling at the beautiful view in front of him.

“masyaallah... it is beautiful your creation is yarab..”pujinya while smiling so beautifully, he returned to shoot the camera and found a good shot.

There a man was enjoying a cold breeze, his back was leaning on the bridge board he closed his eyes and opened his net which was thick and wiry hair and the faded brown eyeball was leaving behind every natural beauty that was presented to him, until his gaze is fixed on a girl who may not be aware is directing the camera right to him. ‘maksdux apa’ her inner wonder.

With a definite step the young man who uses a white T-shirt with a picture of the plane in front of him, outside wrapped in an Army-colored pollo jacket and jeans over the eyes that fit on the legs of the level. He approached the girl and at that moment he brought his face closer to the camera lens making the girl stupefied and surprised at his actions. The girl who was good at photographing it gasped she kept the camera away from her face her eyes rounded seeing someone who was doing that to her.

“astagfirullah...”, the sponge because of shock, while the young man in front of him only flat expression.

“what right do you take my picture ” sergeant did not accept with a flat tone his gaze drew sharp right attached to the netra of the girl who just looked at him in wonder. Using the Japanese language.

“ia huh?”muttering to himself, he brought his camera closer and saw the picture he took earlier, then he smiled clumsily at the person. She was told to use the same language by the girl.

“sorry sir.. not accidentally. anyways I do not intend to take pictures of you just accidentally keikut” he explained with a smile that makes the man frozen, a beautiful smile, a smile as bright as the sun.

“ekhem..” the young man cleared his throat neutralizing his peculiarities and ineptness.

“oke.. but next time ask permission first”remember the same as a flat tone.

‘is anyan who also intends to take photos om-om tuh. kepedean really spelled out not accidentally take a picture of him still say kayak so hadeh his expression was loh. Uh this. lag....”, the girl's dumelan is cut off by the words of someone who is able to make her shut up and stop her steps.

“why did not immediately talk aja” sergegah man suddenly this time his tone is flatter and cooler than the previous.

“loh.. om... can speak Indonesian?” tanyanya timidly this time ya lowered.

“ap if not where I can hear your dumelan that vilifies me”.

“ia.. it.. om . sorry. photo also I deleted kok. sorry om”, loh om, he better give up than continue arguing that makes him have to take care of longer with this young man who is completely unknown to him.

“please I believe. Anyway there is no reason not to trust you.”

“om well deh.. if so I say permisi” said the girl with a beautiful smile. Again the young man was stunned to the point that a tiny figure in loose clothing that covered his entire body except for his face and palms was unreachable from his sight again.

‘ini crazy..” his village felt how his heartbeat beat abnormally as if he was running a marathon.

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