Romance Love Kanaya

Sweet Package

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'I leave a longing through the wind that keeps blowing. I'm sure the greetings will arrive despite such a long distance. My dear, my love and my dreams are only for you and for you. My girl. Kanaya Setya Ningrum's.'

#Yuan Prayoga

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Fun but exhausting activity because it requires so much focus for a Yuan. Especially if it is not the lecture that just ended after the afternoon.

The feet slowly stepped tirelessly, out of the area of one of the campuses in Yogyakarta. Not alone he walked, there was one friend who was both from Magelang as well, he was Angga Wirawan. One-room hostess, even one-room boarding house with Yuan.

"Yuan, are we going to the bookstore?" Angga turned his head towards Yuan and the man only gave a small nod without turning his head without stopping to walk. His steps were getting faster towards the parking lot where his motorbike was.

"Come on," Pleased Angga, though not getting a clear answer but just a nod is enough for him. Angga already understood that, his friend is indeed rarely talk. Irit really like a girl who is being met with her future husband. Shy meow.

With a motorbike each Yuan also Angga headed to the bookstore located in Malioboro, for some reason but that's where Yuan's choice. While Angga? He just went along.

They were both in the bookstore parking lot. Smile sumringah with a look of amazement came out of the two who were still on the motorbike as well while removing his helmet.

While down the eyes never diverted from the entrance of a large building is also now so many visitors. The place that was never deserted from going in and out everyone included students just like the two of them.

Not talking to each other, the two went straight in. Leaving his motorbike sitting in the parking lot.

Rows of books from thin to thick, small to large, black and white and all the colors there. From school books, college is also just comic books or novels all there is. All neatly arranged on all shelves as well as small tables at each point.

It was the lecture book that became their target, the book to help them do all the tasks of the lecturer.

Not feeling or maybe unconscious until the two walk apart. Angga to the left while Yuan to the right. Their eyes continued to follow the order of the book. Their hands are also spoiled by books that are grabbed by the hands, eyes immediately read the cover part that is really visible.

For some reason, Yuan's feet walked towards one of the places where there were not college books, but Novel books from famous writers.

His eyes were on one book.

"Versals of Love?" Her lips developed a smile as her hands picked up the novel. A memory was twisted back within his memory of his girl who was far in the eyes.

'I don't have a story book?" The girl asked until her footsteps stopped. A very happy moment at that time, under the white fog in the afternoon when both of them returned from the soap study that Kyai Akhmad made.

'What kind of news?' Yuan turned to look at her 12-year-old girl displaying an ayu and distinctive face.

'Hem? Stories about Love Verses!" Shame the girl said. He was a child but the desire of the story he read was even a story about Love.

"You're a kid, Ayya. Don't read that kayak novel, ' Yuan was anxious and ruffled the top of Kanaya's head to make the blue hijab she was wearing messy.

'Relin! Don't be fucked!' Kanaya dodged quickly, not wanting to until the hijab fell apart even though they had returned home.

'Hem? Wait for you to be eighteen, and I'll bring you the book.' kanaya's face twinkled happily upon hearing that despite the fate of a very long time but there was hope of being able to possess and read the true story.

'Really, Kang!' so excited was Kanaya that she herself did not realize that both her hands were spoiled in Yuan's arms.

"Whoah! My friend has changed course. Normally would hold a guitar but now would hold a novel about romance."

Buyar was daydreaming and a smile from Yuan's lips, it felt like he wanted to curse at his friend. Just his eyes that instantly glared towards the grimacing Angga saw the novel that had already switched in his own hands.

"What story is this? Whoa! Love Verses. There's this kasmaran. Hey, you know dong! The same college friend or the little girl you always tell me about?" Search Angga.

"It's none of your business!" Quickly Yuan took the novel again, clutched it together with the other college books.

Regardless of Angga, Yuan rather had gone better rushing to pay for all the books and continuing his steps then returning to the boarding houses than serving this friend of his.

It wasn't just there that Yuan left. Yuan still continues to travel in the center of the heart of Yogyakarta. Looking for something that might make him interested, because he himself does not know what to buy.

Eventually he stopped at one of the accessories stalls. His feet stepped in no matter in it there were only women.

A goose-shaped brooch so captivated Yuan's heart. His hand took it, very beautiful. The silver brooch is goose-shaped with blue pearls on its head.

"Can, Mas. Wait a minute, yes" said the waiter very softly.

Yuan waited carefully, patiently waiting for the order he had handpicked just now. The tiny hands with their flickering fingers were so deftly wrapped, Yuan's eyes kept on making sure he was afraid that the maid would misplace them.

"This, Mas," He gave Yuan an order that was wrapped in white crackles as well.

A smile was present when he received it. His hand instantly received also directly reached into the pocket on his pants.

"Here, Ma'am." Yuan's red sheet was given until it was received and the change was returned, "thank you" Yuan said before leaving the stall.

A friendly smile came out from the waiter, ushering Yuan's departure to the front door.

"Surely for her lover" muttered the servant.

"Sir please, this" The servant's gaze was diverted when another customer came and reached out with all the accessories of his choice.

"Hem," A small nod becomes a sign that he is receiving, as well as a friendly smile that becomes the top priority to serve all customers who come.

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Maghrib Yuan is still held in Malioboro. Until finally he decided to look for a mosque to perform prayers. He decided to walk on his motorcycle until his eyes finally found a mosque.

Chinese-style mosque that Yuan's eyes see immediately. Siti Djirzarah Mosque.

Instantly Yuan pulled the bike over, parked it heard neatly lined up with another motorbike. Yuan turned his head, going where Angga was now. He said he would meet at a nearby mosque but never be seen.

The eyes again lead to the beautiful building, really like Chinese buildings in general. The ablution place at the bottom is also for female worshipers, while for male worshipers there is at the top.

Maghrib prayers congregate by following priests who either Yuan did not know him. But the sound of his merdunya so vibrating a heart that expects the love of his Creator.

Greetings, wirid until the end of the prayer becomes a sign of the completion of the Maghrib prayer for Yuan. One by one all the pilgrims came out as well as Yuan. He did not add prayer because the prayer of the Imam was enough.

Again he looked, but saw no Angga anywhere, "where the boy was. Just keep disappearing if you make a deal."

Not wanting to take a dizzy Yuan decided to just go back to the boarding house, he was also tired.

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"Assalamu'alaikum!" Yuan exclaimed as he walked into Kost's room. It turned out that the person he was looking for was already snoring on the mattress that was only on the floor with the white ceramic.

"Astaghfirullah, kirain is still crawling it has been snoring here." Not thinking, right?

Yuan decided to clean for a moment and wait for the prayer time to arrive and he will do the task that is so piled up.

All according to the plan, until now Yuan ended up in front of the books he just bought. He was very curious, from earlier did not hear the sound of life on his phone. Quickly hand grabbed the bag and he took out the cell phone. Apparently from earlier he had deliberately deactivated the sound from the phone.

So many incoming messages, also calls that turned out from Angga as well. Maybe he just wanted to tell me he came home first.

One by one Yuan read messages, from campus friends, from his sister from Angga as well, from the assistant lecturer and the most surprising was the last message, from Fani.

"Tumben nih son send a message. Sweet Package?" Yuan frowned reading Fani's message. There are two additional images that are still loading.

A smile emanated along with the returning heart rustling.

"A really sweet package. Red hooded girl. I miss you, Ayy," muttered Yuan.

So stunned to see the photo of her smiling girl so sweet. It was as if he was smiling at her. A smile that seemed to be waving for him came.

"Akang must have come home during the khataman event later, Ayy. And look what I'll bring for you." His eyes looked at the white crackle inside which was a parcel that would be a gift to Kanaya Setya Ningrum.

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