Swan Cherophobia

The Red Jago_2

In the afternoon,

Ansa decides to stay at the house of the owner of the sanggar or it could be called Aunt Ning's house. She is currently sitting in the living room with Ranu. He did not allow Ranu to quickly go home.

"Mas. Or are we just going to the villa now?" ask Ansa.

"Hm .. not now, Sa. I still have business" replied Ranu.

"What business?" investigate Ansa while squinting her eyes.

"I'll be applying for a job at Techsophistic Farm, Sa. I hope I'm welcome, hehe."

"Aamiinu. Hopefully received. Uh, definitely welcome dong! There's papa and Widagda!" reply Ansa.

"That's it, Sa. There must be some effort to reach it. Like I'm trying to get your love." Ranu dipped the cheek of Ansa's kingpin.

Ansa covered her face with both hands. Be ashamed!! Haven't kissed in a long time, haha!

On the other hand, Jaro's mind was getting boisterous. Even he wanted to get out of this hangar. So he pulled Tris over for a little chat.

"Tris. I want to get out of here" Jaro said.

"You're still sane, aren't you? The ro! Here you are the vocalist!" tris protest.

"Oh yes," said Jaro.

"What's up, Ro? Just a story," Pinta Tris.

"I've met pretty flowers, but I don't like the smell. Then, it turns out that someone took the flower. The man ignored the smell of the flowers, and loved them dearly." Jaro paused for a moment.

Then he went back to explaining. "Now I want the flower, but can I take it from that person?"

"That's a flower or a woman?" ask Tris.

The deg!

Sweat started pouring from Jaro's forehead, as Tris managed to guess his thoughts.

"Haha, kidding Ro!" Tris smiled at him.

"The flower you're telling me about has an unpleasant smell. It's good if you don't like it, even if the flower looks beautiful. Maybe someone else likes it and someone stays away from it" Tris replied.

"People who choose to like it without caring about the smell, may know the advantages of the flower. Instead, he took care of and used the flower" he continued.

"By the way ... Why the flowers anyway? The reason you want to go out is because there are stinking flowers here? Uh, what the hell?" Tris scratched her head as she started to get confused.

Jaro stared at the floor while widening his eyes. Love relationships must take advantage of each other. And ... They really love each other, don't they?

"OKAY. I'm not getting out of here!" jaro.

Still in the living room, though,

Ranu rests his head on Ansa's lap. He looked up, towards Ansa's face which returned his smile.

"Eh, Ansa. When I was in college, there were people who looked like you. I'm surprised dong! Maybe because I miss you, huh?" Ranu.

Ansa stroked Ranu's hair, even shuffling him. "Can be. We rarely have news, Mom! Huh!"

"I appreciate your work, Sa. When I just got here yesterday, your face was plastered on television, commercials .. wow, a lot of it."

Ansa did not reply to Ranu's words. His mind was floating to the figure of his mother who made himself famous as a model.

"Hm?" ansa buyar daydream.

"I'm sorry. When Aunt Roro is gone, I can't be next to you" Ranu said.

Ansa closed her eyes. According to him, the memories of the time when the mother fell were the most painful memories in the course of his life.

Ranu rose from his sleeping position, and immediately embraced Ansa. "Sorry, sorry. I don't know if it makes you sad Sa."

Ansa clenched tightly onto Ranu and drowned her face. "Ta-kut," he whispered.

Again Jaro saw it all from behind the living room window. He was standing upright near the door of the house, with a pushy look.

I will remember you as the culprit who put my father in jail without proof! I will still avenge me, Sa!!

At night, in Jaro's room.

Deniz approached Jaro who was late staring at the stars in the night sky. He closed the door, and began to discuss something quite important.

"Ro. It seems like I will find information about Orbifly at Ansa's house. Because I've been accepted to intern at Orbitech for three months."

"For those three months, I'm going to hack Orbifly Ansa information 3 years ago" Deniz said.

"Why not just give the ring to the police, Mas? I'm tired of thinking about all this!" jaro protest.

"Related, Ro. It could be that the mother even reasoned that the ring had been taken by the father, and then given to her mother Ansa."

Jaro nodded, resigned to his brother's choice. "Yes. It's up to you."

Deniz stepped foot towards the door of the room. But Jaro's voice was heard by him. "Mas! Ask dong!"

"What?"

"Mas Deniz never fell in love or not?"

"Remember," Deniz replied immediately.

"To whom?"

"There's. But now I don't think about it, Ro. There's more to love than commitment and responsibility."

"meaning?" Jaro is really confused. "Responsibility is like school, making a living—"

"More than that. Now I'm still focused on my feelings of love for our family." Deniz smiles.

"Love to family is still often forgotten by most people. They are more focused on love towards the opposite sex, which is even newly known. Even though the family itself has known their person since childhood."

"But if his family cracks like ours, they'll definitely find love and attention from others, won't they?" ask Jaro.

"Yes" said Deniz.

"Who should we be looking for? Love to man only makes happy and sad for a moment."

"Love to the Creator."