stray to ancient times

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the lira hoped to lure the cold Emperor Vikram, but the emperor did not turn his head to the air. That's what makes the lira so furious. After the lira dance procession is over, the lira again pays her respects. Everyone present at the venue clapped their hands over the extremely enchanting dance.

“thank you miss lira, your dance is really very beautiful and nice.” said Raja Rolan. Of course the compliment made him big head.

“thank you for your noble praise, but I have nothing compared to my beautiful sister.” He said with a cynical smile, and looked at the beauty.

(oh god, what other drama is this.) beautiful mind. He guessed that Lira must be challenging him.

“oh... is that so…!! in that case, I want to see the talent possessed by the beautiful lady, does the beautiful lady not mind ?” Asked King Rolan while looking at the nettle.

Jelita thought for a moment, actually he was lazy to follow his sister's game. But if he does not participate, he will bet on the good name of his father who is stamped to have useless sons and daughters. Seeing the silence, General Richard understood, surely his son could not do anything, General Richard stood up.

“please forgive me your majesty the king, if I am presumptuous. Let princess_.” general Richard's speech be cut off.

“please I will display the talent that I have.” said jelita, sontak make everything in the hall boisterous and ricu. Many of the nobles scorned him.

“see... will he give us free entertainment.?” said one of the nobles with the word satire.

“will he put the military family to shame again.?” say the other. And there are many more words of insinuation directed at him. General Richard saw his daughter, but the princess only gave a sweet smile to him. Jelita also walked forward to the middle of the hall. And salute King Rolan.

“forgive your noble servant, the appearance of the servant may not be as good as the appearance of the servant sister, but the servant will still display the talent of the servant. Please be advised only noble.”ucap jelita with low self-esteem.

“good miss, please continue.” said Raja Rolan. Jelita also took her sitting position (see she was sitting in a chair yes, not sitting lesehan ) she took out the guitar from her dimension room. Those present were wondering, what tool is it..?

Jelita began to pluck the guitar, and let out a sweet, foreign groove in their ears. Everyone there was silent to listen and watch her performance. He sang the father's song from ebit. Before he actually started his performance. He first used his word of greeting..

“hm.. before I start my appearance. There are a few words I want to say. I will play music and sing under the title DAD. This song is dedicated to my beloved father. I would also like to say, our father loves you, thanks for all the sacrifices you have made for us. You know, our lives would feel empty without my love, my father's struggle all this time opened our eyes, that father was really there for us. No one can rival your affection, thank you to God, for giving me the opportunity to feel how sincere your love for us is. Once again, thank you father..” said nicely with the feeling of his hilarity.

General Richard was very touched by his short speech, he was not able to hold back his tears, he remembered how his children had been slumped because I was ostracized by the surrounding environment, but he did not expect that his daughter would be this old.

Not only was General Richard touched, but everyone present felt a genuine feeling. the parents present feel whether they have become good parents for their children, whether they as parents are right in giving affection for their children.

But their minds were broken, when the sound of a beautiful guitar broke his death. Jelita started singing.

The lyrics..

Sculpted smashes and throws on your forehead…

Your shoulders were once heavy, though,

sunburned..

Now skinny and slouching..

hmmmm…

But the spirit never faded, though,

despite your steps

sometimes you tremble to stay faithful..

Reffs..

Dad, in the quiet silence I miss..

To reap our own rice, for,

But longing is just longing

your son now bears a lot of burden…

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