Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

Sightseeing

Arin and I prepared all of Heaven. My own needs have been neatly arranged in a backpack. As Grandpa planned, it looks like we will be staying for two days. Ah, I can't wait to have some more fun, last time I went to Malang two years ago, during a recreational event from the store.

Old shorts, T-shirts with cowboy hats, this morning grandfather really did not look like his age. Super duper cool. Aided by Ms. Indri, Arin and I put Sky's needs into the trunk of the car.

Mas Damar came from the inside, like a grandchild like a grandfather, this one was actually far beyond extraordinary. Not much different, long shorts with a black t-shirt that is more pres body, just see if it has been pounding like this, how about you can hold it?

"Mar, today I don't want to use a driver, I want you to drive" Grandpa ordered in protest by Mas Damar.

"Loh, Kek. who really, is far away, why should I drive?"

"Four hours, don't overdo it!"

Mas Damar only smiled wryly at the orders of his grandfather. The old man did sometimes miss, which is true, had a driver but was told to drive alone. Mas Damar was suitable to drive both of our households, and as a passenger, let alone be driven, if only I wanted to, on board the car he meant. Iih ... his mind on the perverted contagion nih.

Four hours of travel have been on the plough, and during that time, not only the Sky, grandfather who sat beside Mas Damar fell asleep soundly. Totally self-absorbed grandfather, his granddaughter was told to drive, uh he was snoring.

A villa at the top of Batu became Mas Damar's choice. It is not too big, but quite complete facilities in the interior. The cold began to absorb, just because it was still day, the sunlight was still quite helpful, not knowing that night. Eeh ciye, on saying that the night helped warm Mas Damar, right? yes, we are thinking.

There are only three rooms here, one for grandfather, one for Mas Damar and another for me and Arin, of course there will be a Sky in the middle. Arin and I were helped by Mas Damar to put the Sky stuff into the room, the cold seemed to make the baby padlock was reluctant to open his eyes, he had been sound asleep since the trip.

"Well, what grandpa? how come it's not visible?" tanya Mas Damar while looking around.

True said Mas Damar, after arriving and going around the villa for a while, Grandpa was not tired anymore.

Mas Damar decided to go to the grandfather's room located at the very end of the Villa, and sure enough the old man was busy sleeping in his room.

"Here he goes for a walk, this even sleeps, all the way here sleeping doang," said Mas Damar as he headed for the kitchen.

This villa is only one-story, three rooms are lined up, there is a small living room to watch television, while in the living room there is a family room like it, so no wonder the slightest conversation must be heard, he said, except in the room.

Bored, I decided to leave the room. Arin, who was said to be tired, decided to accompany Sky in the room. The courtyard of this Villa is quite spacious, there is a small garden in front of it, not to mention the location that is at the top of the top makes this villa even more beautiful. The beautiful natural scenery was immediately presented as I walked to the side of the villa, really a suitable place for a honeymoon.

"You're not resting, Race?" I don't know when it came, the handsome and adorable twin brother Lee Min Hoo was suddenly beside me.

"Eh, don't get tired, Mom. It's a pity if there is a view as beautiful as this left snoring in the room. Did Damar himself not rest? not tired of driving?"

"I can't sleep, this place reminds me of Rachel. In the past, before there was Sky, we often came here, it also happened that the owner of this Villa was my own friend, so it was very easy to book"

Indeed this is not the right time, Mas Damar is sad, but honestly I envy Mabk Rachel, just imagine, just imagine, both in a cool and romantic place like this want to say again if not skidadap awe-awe? Mas Damar, marry me dong.

Mas Damae walked towards the Villa courtyard, I purposely followed him while letting him tell his sad story. I was not able to hug and calm her yet, but hopefully my presence will be enough to ease her sadness.

"I'm sorry if I'm so venting" he said, chuckling. So sweet.

"It's okay, Mas. Maybe only in this way can I help you ease your grief."

Today we just share the story, tomorrow we will share ...? ah, I don't need to mention it, do I?

"I? nothing special, Mom. I'm just a farm boy who happened to come here to make a living. I come from a small village at the end of Madiun."

"How many brothers are you?" tanya Mas Damar sat back on the terrace of the Villa.

"I'm three brothers, an older brother, and a younger brother. I'm the only one who's the cutest in the house, after mother of course," I replied, which made Mas Damar smile.

"You never come home?"

"I ...." My words just hang, there's no way I'm being honest that I didn't come home for fear of Juragan Ipan's proposal.

"I rarely go home, Mom. Every payday, just the money I transfer to the parents."

"Aren't you missing?"

"Of course I miss, Mas. just miss this defeated by the material I have to look for."

"Eh, that guy from the other day at your boarding house, is that your girlfriend? but how come I never see him again?" asked Mas Damar who now changed his sitting position to face me.

If with a position like this, it feels like I just go forward, telling stories while resting my body on his chest, aaah shahdunya, exactly the song dangdut singer Ike Nurjanah.

"He's not my girlfriend, Mom. He's just a crocodile who just happened to get the wrong target."

"Have you?"

"Yes, she was caught when I wasn't officially her boyfriend."

"Thank God that you haven't been caught persuading a man like that. You have to be more vigilant, Ras, Surabaya is hard, and you are too innocent to just be a toy."

Aaah .. touched that Mas Damar was watching me like that. As we were conversing, the sound of Heaven's cry made me move.

"Ras ..." call Mas Damar as I'm about to step into the room.

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"Race, will you merry, Me?" who wants Damar to talk to Saras? I want to, too, but what, bijimane huh?? I haven't ridho, hehe ...

I'm sorry if I update every two days lately, yakk. There are some other scripts that I should also get to know. But take it easy, I will keep updating once a day if I have time.

So, don't stingy like, come and vote, yakk. Jangn just stop by, read, eeeh like not left, pan kayak already dear but taken.

Happy reading, Dear ....