Prince Descending the Throne

AMINAH VILLAGE GIRL

Pick-ups glide across the Suramadu bridge, especially beautiful at night. No less beautiful during the day. Surabaya is a fantastic city in East Java. All promising, all places in Indonesia, even though only a narrow alley, there is no bad at all.

The city streets are crowded. The hawkers lined up neatly. The food is served in many places, making the aroma to the nose. Although mixed with a variety of foods, still the aroma looks delicious.

Despite sticking in the pick-up, it seems Daniel is not difficult to sleep. Almost in every trip Jakarta-Surabaya spent by sleeping. But that seems to be good news for Dalvino. Is; he doesn't have to deal with his brother's nagging.

Two hours later, the pick-up slowed down and stopped in the yard. Eh? What year is this? The house model is still very traditional, almost like in classic films. Lighting dim lights, birdcage hanging on the terrace, table with batik motif tablecloth. And of course the model of the 80's house. It's fantastic.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Mr. Aji gave his regards. Looking for anyone inside.

Pak Aji is a native of Surabaya. Lives near here. Father deliberately involved him because his position in business matters can help. Regardless of it all, Mr. Aji light-handed. It's great to help people, and also the most fun is the friendly attitude. Honey sometimes he's a little stubborn.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Aji's? Oh my God, ko ndih kowe?" A man smiled warmly welcoming Mr. Aji. Honestly, adapting in Surabaya was a bit difficult for the twins. Especially with a little cultural difference.

Daniel folded his forehead, the rest of them not caring about the sight of two men of the same age hugging in front of him.

"They are Jakarta. Abraham's son..." Mr. Aji whispered softly (although it can also be heard from far away). Even so, these two men remained friendly.

"How's your father doing, le?" The host asked, Takzim seeing the arrival of his guest.

"Daddy's condition is starting to improve, sir. Perhaps tomorrow it is permissible to go home" Dalvino bowed deeply, saluting his interlocutors. Then go back to stand firm, looking at Daniel. "Regulation three, we must remain polite to anyone, wherever we are. Because ethics is more important, more in need than a strong physical and handsome look for example. Haha".

"Whispering. You insulted me?!" Daniel refuted.

"Eh? I'm just kidding, you're so sensitive,"

"That's right! You're always this shitty, Vino!" Daniel's back. Or he starts breaking the "first rule". Daniel clutched the collar of Dalvino's shirt, making him slightly raised.

The host (Pak Abdul) and Pak Aji turned their heads, stopping to hug. There was the behavior of the twins.

"Is there an opo to le problem?" Mr. Abdul approached, wounding by touching Daniel's arm. Damnit. Daniel loosened his grip, looking at his brother with a grunt.

"If there is a problem, it will be solved well. Moso' yo brother himself hostile. Yo wis, go inside first. My daughter's gonna make some hot tea."

The living room was quiet, leaving the sound of television from the inner room. The interior of this classic house is even more comfortable, making anyone who enters as if back in the 80's era. Simple and comfortable.

The twins were silent for quite a while, reluctant to the embarrassing incident just now.

"This is Abdul, your father's childhood friend. We haven't seen each other in years, have we? I'm the same. Busy with my work delivering heavy sacks." Mr. Aji takzim explained.

"Because you were born not in the country, since he was a child Abdul never saw the form of a baby born in the country of that person. Holy hooch! A long distance that needs to be covered. Not to mention the cost."

"Whispering. Now what am I supposed to do in the middle of nowhere?" Daniel slammed in haphazardly. It sucks! Can't he just keep a day of politeness? Want to put where his brother's face is for now? Coming with the intention of asking for help on the father's childhood sohib, even now the trust must be lost.

Beyond a doubt. Abdul smiled warmly. It appears on his face due to age. His hair was also gray, only partially covered in peci.

"Shameful" Dalvino sizzled. "I'm sorry, sir. It's not my max to bring this freak. But my only presence here is to represent Dad, deliver bad news from Dad's company."

Mr. Abdul folded his face, looking at Dalvino.

"Dad did not want to tell about how the process of buying and selling shares was further. All I know is that the company's stock belongs to Dad, even until the building itself is now absolutely someone's. Her name.eh.. Prams!" Dalvino.

"So ask for help how, le?" Abdul smiled back.

"Eh.anu, Dad said your daughter could help. So can I talk to Aminah?"

Mr. Abdul nodded. Good news! But, "it's night. Aminah is resting. You guys stay over first. There's an empty room. We'll talk about it again tomorrow. Well, Aji, you go home. Your wife and son are waiting for sure".

Mr. Aji nodded, then asked for permission to go home first.

"You mean, I have to sleep in bed with this boy?!" Daniel pointed at his brother with a thumb. "Come on, I came all the way here and the shit always happened to me?"

Gosh darn. Daniel snorted as he cursed in his heart.

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The next morning after breakfast, Daniel decided to take a short walk, traveling around the complex crammed all the scenery in this village. By borrowing a mountain bike belonging to the neighbor Pak Abdul.

The alley is crowded. There's a lot of activity. For example, in the morning, a vegetable cart with a seller who violently squeezes the horn, making the complex mothers in droves and then bargain with each other.

The seller likes to provoke. "It's fresh shrimp, ma'am. Catching it is as hard as catching an eel!" Or "it's the best fertilizer-planted vegetable, ma'am!"

Daniel grinned. There are people in this area.

The bike kept on paddling, tired of him continuing to be in that house. Cares the devil with that stock, doesn't it? Dad always troubles her anyway. Even Mr. Abdul said his daughter was gone before the twins woke up, there was a sudden business he said. It seems that the person is not responsible.

The longer Daniel thought negatively, the faster the bike went. I don't know where it is now, maybe out of that fucking narrow alley.

Until finally without realizing Daniel hit someone. Goddamnit! Just-there's.

"God! I'm sorry," the guy looked down deep. Eh? A gal? His bag fell, small books and stationery splattered.

If a man, Daniel might not care, even beat him because it was blocking the way. But if a girl like this, how is it possible!

"Eh? No. gabe. I'm the one apologizing!" Daniel got off the bike and picked up books and stationery.

"You okay? I'm sorry I was daydreaming."

Holy hooch! He looked up, looked at Daniel's face! Oi! Such a beautiful scenario? Daniel gulped, just realized there was a girl as beautiful as this in Surabaya. Nicey! I won't regret having to stay here.

"You all right?" Daniel repeated the question. Then give her stuff. "sorry. I-I'll take you home,"

"No need, Mas. I can go home alone" she refused to just leave the place gracefully. Daniel just stared at the girl's back, which was disappearing for a long time. Ouch, mother. What dream was last night to see such a beautiful girl?

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"Wis, wis. If renting a bicycle people pay minimum. Where's been scratched this mountain bike." Neighbor Pak Abdul, the owner of the bike grumbled at Daniel.

"Whispering. I told you my money was missing, old man!" Daniel did not want to lose back cursing.

"Whoa. Say you don't have money. I want to rent a bicycle again. Huh! Basic kere!"

Daniel took a breath. At least the uncle did not rebel, on the grounds of wanting to report to Mr. Abdul, or the worst was the reports of hansip who often guarded the patrol post. Can you put it where his face is?

Along the way his face was lethargic, the rest were busy thinking about the girl's face. Oh God. Hasn't she never been in love before? This is first sight love, right? Although many times forced themselves to read romance books, but still did not produce results. The one Daniel held back his disgust, then threw away the book.

Neighbors here are more annoying than colleagues who often welcome Dad. Daniel snorted, opening Mr. Abdul's door slowly.

There Danie was surprised, reflexively looking for a grip. Oh God. Is this a soul mate? The girl standing right in front of him looked at him in wonder. No. gabe. His brain was unable to think quickly in this kind of situation. His heart beats faster.

"Who are you looking for?" The girl folds her forehead.

"Eh? Y-you were, weren't you? Why is it here" clumsy Daniel replied releasing his grip on the patio chair.

"The mas is so funny. I am the owner of this house"

"Eh!? You were!? How unlikely. Isn't Dalvino here with the host, huh? You don't joke. It's so scary to be here all of a sudden."

The girl laughed, tidied up the hair, then explained everything. Amina. It was Mr. Abdul's daughter. Daniel regretted saying that he was less responsible.