Sincerity Love Vishnu

Chapters 107. Lean on God

Mystery of the soul mate, no one knows. When the heart and mind seem to have been united, in fact God is able to flip through someone's heart until the feeling is released just like that. This is what often happens to the human heart. We never know.

“You are friends with Setyo?”

A woman carrying her child welcomed Yashna's arrival. Very awkward meeting. It was fortunate that the Delinquent was beside him. Otherwise, I don't know what could have made him not too embarrassed to have come there.

“Iya, her friend Setyo,” replied Yashna smiling. “Yashna, and this is Alan.”

Yashna reached out intending to invite a handshake, but it seemed that the woman was shaken enough to not immediately reply.

“Setyo to where?” sidelines Alan with eyes looking at the atmosphere of the house that looks quiet.

“Oh, he's dropping off some of the neighbor's repaired laptops. Soon will be home,” replied the woman awkwardly.

“Ok, but .. we can only be welcome to sit if Setyo has arrived, yes?” chirps Alan flat.

Yashna immediately nudged the owner of the athletic lean body because he had dared to throw disrespectful statements at people's homes. Alan could only smile.

“Sorry.” The woman chuckled softly. “Please sit down first, while waiting for Setyo mas to come home,” replied the twenty-five-year-old woman walking towards the living room.

Alan walked behind Yashna with a smile, Yashna's habit of pinching spontaneously never lost. His hand moved to rub his reddened hand.

“Please Mbak, Mas. I'm going back for a minute.”

“Please,” reply Yashna nodded.

The woman looked at a room that was not too large, a building more modern than the style of the house Almira that could be said to be one guest room as wide as one house. That look did not escape Alan's observation.

“Why?” asked Alan flatly.

Yashna turned her head towards Alan who was sitting beside her, her head shaking softly with a gaze towards Alan's arm that was imprinted in red there.

“As a result of your work,” lontar Alan made Yashna fold her lips, feeling quite guilty.

“Makanya, do not rese.” Yashna gave in as she grabbed the arm to see how badly she did it. “Again, you're a guy. How could it have brittle skin, suck!”

“Soyal I'm not a pelvic coolie, but an ink coolie,” Alan retorted.

Yashna just snorted, let go of Alan's hand then relaxed by leaning his back on the chair. His mind wondered, what woman Setyo had told him who preferred to marry his older brother, the woman he was? Yashna involuntarily sighed.

“What time are we back in Solo? If I take a meeting for a while, would you not?” alan whispered a daydream.

“Don't go down that road yesterday, I won't be strong,” said Yashna stared at Alan full of supplications.

“Siap, we will pass the route of the southern cross, until our Praci to Solo.”

Yashna nodded in relief. The experience of yesterday shaking the stomach was very uncomfortable. Their conversation was stopped when Setyo entered the living room with his mother and father, not forgetting the woman who had said so, but did not bring his child again.

“Yashna, Alan,” greet the calm man with a smile. His hands stretched out to shake Yashna and Alan alternately. So did his parents.

“Please drink first, Mas, Mbak,” said the woman put five glasses of warm tea on the table.

Yashna responded by nodding, looking at the uncomfortable gurgle the woman showed when she looked at him. Yashna could have guessed that the woman did not put on a friendly face because she thought she and Setyo had a relationship. Something that really bothered Yashna's mind.

“This is Yashna you told me the same as ibuk?” Setyo's mother turned to look at her son.

“White, Ma'am (Yes, Ma'am),” replied Setyo nodded clumsily.

“Wah, more beautiful than you imagine,” praise the woman successfully made Yashna become blushed shy.

Now his gaze was on Setyo who looked down, curious about what kind of story the middle-aged mother meant. However, he immediately averted his gaze when he sensed the aura that Alan showed was so threatening.

“Ya, her name is city people, Bu,” is a woman who sits next to Setyo's mother with a sour face. “That much time here also has entered the virgin,” teased him with a cloudy face.

“Although old but still a virgin, yes,” reply Alan relaxed. “Salut anyway, I'm the same him.”

The woman increasingly showed an unhappy face, while Yasha could only be stunned when she got such a personal attack. Surprised too with Alan's reply which sounded very relaxed.

“What did you say?” reprimanding Setyo's mother does not seem to like her daughter-in-law to act so, while Setyo chooses to be silent.

“Statement, Buk. Age two eight (twenty eight) here his son already third grade SD—”

“But the house is still in-laws,” continued Alan cut off the woman's speech in front of him. “As speaking.” Alan gave a mocking laugh towards the woman.

“Alan,” whispered Yashna grabbed Alan's arm, she didn't want Alan to be provoked into a fuss.

Since deciding to meet and establish friendship, Yashna has prepared herself to face things like this. The culture is not like when in Australia it often makes Alan surprised, and Yashna quite understand Alan's excessive reaction.

The woman who was beside Setyo's mother was forced to shut up. What Alan said was quite striking and not wrong. Secretly Setyo felt amazed by the form of protection of the young man for the woman he loved.

The woman only glared with a burst of jealousy that looked very obvious. However, everyone was soon able to melt things down with the flowing chatter. Alan is very good at socializing, has the ability to enter the world of people who are spoken to with different auras. Yashna could only occasionally recite when she was involved.

All the way home Yashna thought incessantly. Setyo's parents' words about the return of a visit to his home made him think hard. Alan who was in front of the wheel could only occasionally turn his head with a feeling of jealousy.

“It seems like a really cool thing,” said Alan refrained from being obvious in expressing his jealousy.

“What does it look like?”

“Nyai ketus it must be his sister's wife Setyo, deh,” guess Alan snorted.

“Why?”

“Amit-amit. If I were Setyo would bow down in gratitude not to marry a woman of such behavior,” hiss.

“You are a baper, provoked to argue. You guys are the same.”

“Yes obviously different, he attacked first, I just deflected with a tactical sentence that instantly made him silenced,” cerocos Alan upset.

“He's jealous, like you.”

Alan looked at me with a confused look. The level of himself is different, he never issued a style of humiliation to sip victory or show dislike. He prefers to the point. A big blow if you need to.

“In case of jealousy, your common sense is often forgetfulness of the narcissus where,” Yashna's murmur makes Will chuckle, he nods his head with amused feeling. Acknowledging.

“Alan is now different, Yash.”

“Bedanya .. can already decide which one to do. No longer haphazard though for some people who do not know, I am rude. But I'm sure you must have felt the change, right?”

Yashna was stunned, nodding unconsciously. He also chose to turn his gaze toward the natural scenery through the car glass.

“By the way, thanks, yes?”

“For?” yashna asked with a confused look.

“Have tried to know my world, I .. hope you can find faith in it.”

“By what? It's not clear,” tepis Yashna doesn't want to look weak with Alan's very mature statement.

“Not until the number three, ok,” whispers make Yashna's face flushed. It's crazy that his efforts to get rid of Alan's chances of becoming a companion to life were too difficult.

“God, can I not mate in droves!” yashna deliberately spoke loudly.

Alan laughed, not offended at all. It is a challenge and a dream that is very beautiful for him. “Link me your baby sugar,” lontarny chuckle.

“Not funny!”

“Oh, okay. I assume you're my sugar tantu.” Alan gave his thumbs up towards Yashna.

“Alan!” Yashna brushed the hand away furiously.

“See reality, Aunt Yashna. Alan deserves to be a life partner, okay. We register our marriage, we need at least six months new can do blessing.” Alan spoke without looking, so easily.

“I want marriage before God, tie the sacred promise of marriage,”. “Unlike father and mother,” he continued with a voice almost swallowed by pain.

Yashna looked over, gulping at the spit that felt dry. “Like my father and mother too,” Inner Yashna is saddened.

“You can't change your faith just because of a wedding, honey. Less firm. God doesn't like it when you make it a hold. Uncle Vishnu's case is very different from yours.”

“I don't understand.”

Alan looked over, giving a understanding smile.

“You and Setyo have different beliefs, that makes him depressed, even you are the opposite.”

“Uncle Vishnu had wanted to become a convert from the beginning when he lost his way, not having a foothold. Bibi Almira one of the answers to the excitement of Uncle Vishnu's heart when in the middle of the intersection. But, if you really want to do that as well, make sure it is not a human reason. It's because of your heart. Remember, humans are not sturdy enough to be a backrest. Just lean on God. Not to me, for I also lean my life on God, while you make my companion to fill each other and strengthen the shortcomings and fragility when living alone.”

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'Whatever your choice, make sure it comes from your heart, it is never wrong if you never try to lie and betray it. Conscience will guide you, even if there is love for me, never try to rebel and refute.'

(Kalandra Tama)

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