The Charm of the Former

Year End Holiday

The sun seemed invisible, when the dark night began to greet. But we can still feel its light bias through the moonlight. So too with love embedded in the soul. Invisible, but will be real in the net.

So deeply do you love her, my. Until every longing that shackles just for him. Tidied up, hidden behind a fake smile.

The more pain when the laughter of his little girl is loud, beating the echoes of the waves that hit the rock.

Your body is here with us, Mom. But I don't know where your heart's pulled over. Alea muttered softly, smiling faintly as she watched Diandra's togetherness with her father. Run around the tree with a thousand benefits that always be iconic every beach.

Gentle grains of sand seemed to pamper Alea every step, down the beach. Satisfied his feet stepped, now he was determined to look at the blue of the ocean. Inhaling the aroma of the sea with a mixture of salt.

The glittering sea water froths reflected the sunlight. It was like the sparkle of a pearl bobbing on the shore, then sweeping the fingers of Alea, who was now pensive with her hands hugging her knees. Sometimes he carved something on the sand. A moment later, it was swept away by the waves.

Sometimes the baby rippled, waving strands by strands of his long hair. It was as if the wind also understood Alea's feelings.

"Mama ... cini!" shouted Diandra, waving her tiny hand.

Hmmmhhh ....

Alea took a deep breath, then violently blew it away. Then the lips curved beautifully, accompanying his steps as he moved.

"Yes, honey, what do you want?" Alea insisted, to be on par with the height of the three-year-old boy.

"We want to make iccana, Ma," replied Diandra still lisp in a few words. Using a shovel, his hands very deftly dredged the sand to the mountains.

"That's a lot, Dad. Epetan make!" he said, handing the shovel to Dion.

"Well, how'd you make a dad?" dion asked, narrowing his eyes and folding both hands.

"Dad cama Mama lah, Andla tired abis angkutin pacil two mountains." he replied, with forced breath as if stinged. Made both her parents crumpled.

"Hc .. ha ... Fuck up! Pinter's son," praised Dion, shuffling Diandra's wavy hair.

"alright. Come on Ma, let's finish the princess's orders." Without looking at his wife, Dion then made a plot of space out of the sand castle, which he would create. Alea swiftly decorated room by room, using shells and columns that he collected while walking along the beach. While Diandra, lay down his earthquake body in a stretch of sand. Enjoying the warmth of the sunlight that permeates the skin. He saw the sun, from behind the black glasses he had worn since. He was so amazed by the largest celestial body in our solar system.

"Mama, what is matahali?" ask Diandra curiously.

"The sun is the source of life on this earth, dear," Alea replied.

"Like Diandra, it's the source of your life" he added

"Why? Andla like matahali?" ask again.

"It's not like, but you are the sun." Dion chimed in. Diandra looked puzzled by frowning both of his eyebrows.

"His father and mother" Dion explained.

"Hore ... Andla becomes matahali," cried Diandra. a smile expands between the three.

A simple sand castle, a little more completed. Just tidying up one of his sides. Both Alea and Dion looked increasingly enthusiastic, compacting the sand and molding it to resemble a pillar with a tapered tip. Until accidentally the two hands touched each other, creating turmoil in Alea's heart. The two pairs of eyes, simultaneously staring at each other, then hiding each other's smiles behind the face that ducked.

"Yeeyy .. It's done! This is a kulsi for laja and the queen," said the girl bermanik hazel while putting two pieces of rock fragments.

"Who is king and queen?" tanya Dion pinched the pinched nose of Diandra's pointy nose. Alea, though, did not say much.

"Dad with Mama. Andla is the shameful princess," he replied innocently. Just touch it makes the atmosphere more lively with laughter.

"Dad, come home in here Andla wants an ambulance, yes!" her door.

"Moon?!" asked Alea astonished.

"He'em." Diandra nodded his head.

"A car with a ninu-ninu siren? Now it was Dion's turn to ask the question.

"no, Dad, ambulance." Diandra stood up, then jumped up and said "Jump ... jump ...!"

"Ha .. ha .. it's a tramboline, honey," Dion explained, shaking his head.

"Ohh .. isn't an ambulance huh, Dad, ambolin yak? Yes it is, Dad, Andla would." Diandra hugged her mother.

"But right, Ma?" His face looked up, pleading with Alea. Revealing a plain face filled with smiles and accompanied by flirtatious eyes.really adorable, making Alea could not resist.

"Yeyy ...!" yelling Diandra, jumping for joy. Make her parents look at each other.

"Thank you, Mom" said Alea.

Dion smiled and stroked Alea's head, then followed Diandra.

Oh my God, when should ...? his weakness.

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In the other hemisphere ....

"Let's stop by Tiar's house, Yang!" Juna folded the rectangular fabric of the mosque, with tassels adorning its upper and lower sides. Then she danced at Hoodie and put it on.

"Okay, but do I have to leave so early?" kiran asked, watching her watch. It currently shows at 04:30.

"Yes, Honey. The trip to the city takes 1 hour. The afternoon is hot." Juna concluded two ends of his shoelaces. Kiran was wearing a pair of sports shirts made from Diadora, with pink equipped with 3 white transverse lines as the pattern.

"Wear this," said Juna, draping a piece of pasmina turkey as a scarf.

"It's not cold" he added.

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Splitting the forest in the morning blind, is a moment that is no less gripping than a deep reading Kiran's favorite horror novel. Because the sound of the blazing animals still sounded loud. The fields and hills were still covered by the fog. Do not ask how the distance of view, because the sun is still reluctant to show itself so that the cold air is so real biting the bone.

"Hooaahhmm .. I'm sleepy." Kiran wrapped her hands around Juna's waist.

"Basic of the sleepyhead!" goda Juna through rearview motor. Kiran just chuckled a little. Increasingly tighten his grip with his head leaning on his back.

"Which, it's the street. Don't let my concentration fail because of you! Could be dangerous later," juna cerocos.

"Hc .. ha ... You pervert!" Kiran loosened her arms and clapped at the helmet that Juna was wearing. Both giggle. A moment later, Juna again tightened Kiran's embrace while rubbing her fingers. The other hand is very good at controlling the steering wheel.

"Today I will take you, to a place that will carve our memories," said Juna looking back, offering a smile.

"Really?" ask Kiran enthusiastically.

"Enh ...." Juna nodded his head.

"Are we going to watch?" Kiran tried to guess.

"No."

"Culineran?" Kiran did not give up.

"No ... no .. no ...." Juna raised his index finger and moved it right and left.

"Shoping?"

"No," replied Juna

Kiran seemed to be thinking hard. It was seen he put the tip of his index finger on the forehead and then tapped.

"Then where? To museum?"

"Wrong again," answered Juna, making his wife curious.

What exactly do you mean, Juna.

"Hhhhh ...." Kiran's eyes were rounded, with both hands closing her already gaping lips.

"Don't we go to the beach?"

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