The Charm of the Former

Happiness is Simple

Dawn has returned to unity.

The dark bristles, changing the smiling sun. Emitting a reddish hue, it's really amazing.

The seagull's great-grandson seemed to be a melody, accompanied by the loud voice of the rooster's crow in the morning.

Above the bed, a child Adam still enjoys the warmth of wrestling with a blanket. Sometimes he squirms spoiled. Towards the dry season, in the village where Juna's parents live, it feels cold.

That is because the area is still mountainous. Trees that cannot be counted by the fingers, towering. Its diameter is equivalent to the two hands of children found between the right and left hands.

Motor vehicles also rarely pass, so there is no carbon dioxide that pollutes.

Krieit ...!

Juna pressed the carved wooden door handle typical of his hometown, then pushed it. Approaching Kiran to make sure his wife has returned from the dream world.

"Darling ... wake up!" juna said as he shook Kiran's shoulder.

"Ehmm .. hmmm ...." Kiran squirms, she refuses to just open her eyes. He only uncovers the blanket he wears from night to fight the bone-biting cold.

Juna appears to have swallowed saliva several times, when Kiran appears to have slept using only her shirt. His shirt length is only knee length.

Yes, Kiran was wearing Juna's white shirt, having forgotten to carry her pajamas. Although it looks like a joke, but does not make Juna's desire recede.

"Honey .. It's noon! Don't tease me!" Now Juna sat down on Kiran's back. Both of his hands were squeezing his own hair, his blood as if rustling.

"Hmm .. um, hehe ...." Kiran again sighed then chuckled little to see Juna's behavior.

You pervert, thought Kiran.

Feeling unable to withstand the turmoil, Juna now laid his body beside Kiran. His hands gently followed through the arrangement consisting of flesh-coated bones, then wrapped in alabaster white skin. Then violently, turned Kiran's body to face her. The young man with the sharp eyes of the sword, immediately pounced on his girl.

"Well, you forced me, honey," whispered Juna, going through every inch and part of Kiran's face.

"Ha .. ha .. ha ...." Kiran's hands held Juna's face, as the athletic man was about to drown his face between warm soft mounds.

"Basic bawdy! Haha ..." cetus Kiran brushed off the body of Juna who had been pushing her down.

"Hey, where are you going? Hm." Juna deftly grabbed Kiran's wrist, then pulled her until Kiran sat on her lap. Kiran put both hands on Juna's neck so that they are not far from one's nose to the other.

"I don't want to be cold, because I've been in the bathroom too long, Mas" Kiran said, pinching Juna's nose. Before finally she passed to take a shower.

Juna gawked, occasionally grabbing his hair, as it held a throbbing in his head.

Kiran ... Kirans. Why did you leave me the same time again**e-sa.

Juna followed Kiran.

"Darling ...!" With a soft sound Juna banged on the bathroom door. Hope Kiran will be pityed.

"Hmm.." replied Kiran, on the sidelines of her activity rubbing a white object neatly lined up in her mouth.

"Si Johny has already woken up, Yang!" Now Juna sat in front of the bathroom door, with both legs spread out. After hearing the water jolting the floor.

With so innocence, Kiran replied with half a shout "Love her take some sleeping pills, Mas! To sleep again." shouted Kiran from the bathroom.

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In the village, it is synonymous with rice fields, gardens are also fields. The shepherd's children herded their animals to the land that had been harvested. Drive them, by clicking the whip back so as not to hurt the cattle. Then watch the animals from under the tree while playing the flute.

When the sun was as high as a spear, Kiran and Juna were already in a small hut located right on the edge of the field owned by his mother.

Kiran deftly arranged one by one, the food she cooked herself. He cooks rice liwet, tempeh and fried tofu, salted fish, sambel terasi and lalapan. Simple food, but if enjoyed with family and a different atmosphere, it will be special, right?

While Juna, calling his Father and Mother, to rest while enjoying the dishes that Kiran served.

"Sir, don't bother melu mrene." Juna's mother took off the caping, which protected her from the heat.

"It will be black. Eman your skin, shah ayu," he added, pinching Kiran's cheek.

Although Kiran does not understand the language of the region, but love can help understand its meaning.

"It's okay, Mi. Not every day anyway. Kiran wanted to learn gardening," the shady-eyed girl replied with a sincere smile.

"Kersane, Mi, ngraosake dados tiyang tani. Hehe ...." Juna chuckled, chiming in his mother's words.

"Yo wis, gek let's go in maem, cook ane manduku," said Juna's father impatiently.

After eating, the activity returned to normal. Kiran helps the mother pluck chilies that have been flushed.

While Juna helped his father tidied up the edges of the garden and then cultivated corn crops.

Feeling tired enough, Kiran sat for a moment on the edge of the garden. His eyes stared at the astonished sight before him. Every eye looked, he would encounter various kinds of fruit and vegetable plants. He looked ahead, saw a nut tree that spread, filled with long dangling fruit, corn that was soon ready to harvest and then the tomatoes began to turn yellow.

Right where it sits, shaded by a kluwih tree, the fruit looks like a jackfruit but is mini-sized. Smaller than durian. The leaves are wide tapered, similar to a star. When you are busy enjoying the scenery, you hear the gurgling of water. Kiran began to smile and muttered "how fresh is playing water when it's hot like this."

The girl sharpened her hearing, her footsteps down the source of the sound. And sure enough, at the end, not far from the garden there is a river that is not so deep nor too wide. The river lips scattered the small rocks. Adding a risk effect. All around him was a corn plant. In the middle of the river there is a large rock that Kiran is sitting on. His feet freely moved back and forth, creating a rhythm from the river ripples.

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Juna was thirsty. He intends to take a drink at the gubug. The drink that my father brought was gone. Juna gasps when he finds his mother is not with Kiran. Didn't find it when in the cave earlier.

"Mi, Kiran wonten's purse?" ask Juna.

"Lho, maeng nek kono, not kon rest."

Juna's mother pointed at the shady tree, where Kiran was last seen.

Juna sped up the steps down every corner of the garden. He deliberately did not run, so that his parents were not so worried.

I don't know how long the sweet girl dimpled, soaking her feet in the stream. Every now and then he washed his face, then smiled enjoying the coolness of the water that seeped into the pores. A few meters from Kiran's place, once in a while, one or two people pass by, to simply bathe her shepherd or cross the river. As he was engrossed in splashing water around him, suddenly a pair of burly hands smothered his mouth.

"Hmm .. mmm ...." Kirans

Fierce, trying to escape. Kiran's hand hit even clawed at the arm whose fingers smothered her mouth.

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