The Charm of the Former

City Park

After trekking through the forest and corn fields for about half an hour, Juna pulled the iron duck in the courtyard of a large house supported by four large sturdy wooden poles.

Shaped like a typical pendopo Javanese palace, with teak wood board as the wall. Equipped with a wooden fence that surrounds, but only limited to the terrace.

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Inside the terrace there are 3 chairs around a small minimalist table, enough to receive two guests.

"Yar ... Tyre ...!"

Juna repeatedly shouted to the owner of the house, after saying his greetings of course. This is his fifth scream.

"Yes, you sit here first, yeah!" pinta Juna, pull up a chair for Kiran to sit down.

"It looks like the boy is still missing" he added.

"Mas," Kiran said hesitantly, stopping Juna's steps.

"You take it easy, I'm used to going in and out of this house" replied Juna, reassuring Kiran.

Five minutes after Juna's departure, a young man came in wearing a PECSIKABA jersey complete with futsal shoes, running around in a small jog right behind Kiran. Looks like he went home jogging. Seen from his jersey that was covered with sweat. He turned to the right and to the left. Because he did not recognize who the woman sitting in front of him, until finally he ventured to say hello.

"Ehm. Find something ...?" Tyar stammered and then fell silent at the same time as Kiran turned her face, staring at Tyar.

God this fast did you put the angel down for me? while swallowing his own saliva, Tyar muttered inwardly. Tyar was fixated and remembered the prayer he had prayed in the third of the night.

Oh my God, I did ask for one of my four rations. But this is too soon God. I have no capital for the recipe. Tyar spoke to himself again. It is as if negotiating with the Giver.

"Ehm ... Hi, are you Tyar?" asked Kiran, smiling kindly. Tyar nodded silently and was still fixated.

"I'm Kiran." Kiran reached out a hand, introducing herself.

The handsome young man with athletic body, as if heavy to just move his hands.

A pair of eyes watching them, could not bear when his nosy soul thrashed, while watching his wife's hand held unflattered.

"Hi, Kiran, I'm Juna. Nice to meet you." Juna bowed while kissing the back of Kiran's hand, making Tyar round his eyes in disbelief.

Can't believe that his best friend is here, in front of him. And do not believe Juna as brave as that against the girl he thought, God's soul mate.

"Oh jurig! Maen serobot, Lu. No manners," Tyar's cerocos.

"I'm sorry, Juna is like that person" he added.

"Who was that ... Kiran, huh?" Tyar tried to remember a name.

"Somehow since when, Lu, was at my house jurig. Udah jailangkung cake, Lu, come uninvited!" oceh Tyar stared at Juna sharply

"But home delivered, right?" Juna raises his eyebrows, teasing Tyar.

"Not funny" replied Tyar annoyed.

"I just had to go, I'm sure there's no going out, you know I'm going in. Want me to use water, thought still molor, Lu," explained Juna.

Tyar glanced at Juna's hand that was still holding onto Kiran's fingers.

"It's gone, with the mulu kek truck gandeng. The Haram! You know what, Lu?" Tyar broke two hands that clung to each other.

"What's wrong trying? Hold your own bini hand," muttered Juna at the same time as Tyar moved to take a drink.

"Gue am-bil min ...." Tyar hung his sentence, when he heard Juna muttering.

"What, Lu, say ... A bini? Wife?" press Tyar convince himself. Juna nodded.

"Yes, I'm here to see my wife." Juna smiled broadly.

God, for a moment you made my heart fall in love. And in a moment you broke it. Looks sad on Tyar's face. The letter of despair is real.

"Why marry, Lu, don't you think I'm?"

Tyar ruffled waist.

"Oh .. yes .. yes, I would like to. Yaudah I take a drink first for you guys," said Tyar later.

"Don't do it, I want a bike minjem, Lu, yak," Juna said, patting Tyar on the shoulder.

"Bicycle? Make what?" tanya Tyar was confused.

"You take him to the City Park" whispered Juna right in Tyar's ear.

"Oh .. grab yourself behind ya!" tehah Tyar's.

"okay." Juna held out his right thumb.

"Come, honey," Juna asked, pulling Kiran's hand towards Tyar's garage.

"Pamit, Mom." Kiran smiled sweetly.

After the death of KiJun (Kiran and Juna) Tyar looked down on the chair. His hands clenched at his chest, feeling a deep tightness. It was as if he was lamenting, but I don't know what he was lamenting.

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"Mas, why are we on bicycles?" ask Kiran.

He had begun to be uncomfortable sitting on a stretched iron, with his head leaning against the chest of Juna's field. His face looked up, making Juna's concentration slightly disturbed.

"Yes, your scarf is already quite disturbing," said Juna flicking the pasmina turkey that was fluttering in the wind.

"Don't add to this adorable baby face" he added, while continuing to pedal Tyar's mountain bike.

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"Basic! Jaka sembok bring a machete." Kiran threw away her face and closed her lips tightly.

Juna laughed as he said "The motor can't get in, honey." Then kiss the top of Kiran's head.

It didn't take long, they finally arrived at a City Park. The garden is filled with hundreds of flowers. With walkways, decorated with decorative rocks. In addition to looking slick, it also provides relaxation benefits if we pass it barefoot.

There are also several sets of chairs, for just chatting for visitors.

"Well, it's beautiful, Mom," Kiran said in amazement. A smile spread across Juna's face.

"Hmmhhh ...." Kiran spread out her hands and closed her eyes. Enjoying the fragrant fragrant variety of flowers that bloom. Slowly he walked with his hands still stretched out. Stroking and kissing each rose with a variety of colors.

Now his gaze is captivated by a swarm of swinging butterflies, sucking up the pollen of Zinnia flowers, called paper flowers in our language. Sometimes they run into each other. The flock of butterflies, the more beautiful it looks with different patterns and colors.

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"Jeep, sit here!" invite Juna to pat the swing board decorated by sweet plants. Beautiful dangling even though made of plastic.

Kiran smiled at Juna, then immediately sat down at the place Juna pointed at.

"Thank you for today" Kiran said happily. His hand held a piece of rope that was connected to the right and left of the swing.

"You happy?" ask Juna.

"Today is yours, then enjoy." Juna started pushing the swing. Slowly but surely, the hanging board was swinging the longer the higher.

"Mas! Enough's enough! Please don't be up high!" whinek Kiran, scared.

"I didn't push him, honey," replied Juna raising both hands. The frightened Kiran was getting hysterical.

"Hhhh ...!!" his yell.

"Mass ...!" Kiran covered her face with both hands.

"Please stop!"

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