The Charm of the Former

Grass Ring

"Hmm .. mmm...." Kirans

Fierce, trying to escape. Kiran's hand hit, even clawing at the arm of the man whose fingers smothered her mouth. Not out of sense, with full energy, the dimpled girl elbowed the stomach of the smother.

Make the man step back a few steps "Aaww ...!" he groaned, releasing his hand from Kiran's mouth, turning to hold the right abdomen.

While Kiran, widened her eyes, her hands smothered her already perfectly round mouth.

"Mas Juna?! Ish, if I hang, how?!" decak Kiran, annoyed.

"The truth is you, Yang. Sick knows!" Juna tried to defend himself.

Kiran trace her waist, her eyes bulging. His gaze looked ferocious as his cheeks flushed red, furious.

"What did you say, Mom?!"

Without waiting for Juna's answer, Kiran painstakingly set foot in the water, trying to teach Juna a lesson. As if hearing a danger alarm, Juna dodged, circling the boulder as the center.

"That's it, Yang .. geez!" While running, Juna raised both hands. Protecting his face, from splashing water that Kiran threw using both hands.

"I'm fierce, huh?! Feel this!" gertak Kiran's. Towards the third round, something stuck at Kiran's feet, making her stir.

"Aw ...! Ssshhh ..." he seemed to endure the pain of pain. Kiran sat on a rock, raised her leg and examined it. It turned out that the middle glass shards were perched spoiled at the fingertips of the thumb.

Juna ran over to his wife. "Darling, are you okay?" ask Juna, worried.

"Sick ...," Kiran whispered, as Juna helped her pull out a clear-colored pointy object, which scratched the big toe of her heart patch. Fresh blood flowed, blending with water following the current. With great care, Juna sipped the reddish liquid with the salty drift scent. His net was closed, his heart solemnly chanting the prayer of salvation for his wife.

Kiran was stunned by Juna's sincerity, not feeling her cheeks warm by the clear droplets from the corner of her eyes.

"Hopefully this is better," Juna hoped.

Kiran immediately turned her eyes away and wiped her tears using the corner of the back of her index finger. But he was late because Juna had realized when they accidentally saw their eyes.

"Hey, are you crying?" Ask Juna. Kiran did not budge.

"What's that sick?" he added, while framing Kiran's face with both hands. Juna scrunched his forehead, anxiety clearly reflected in the look on his face. Kiran fell silent, only shaking her head.

"All right, let's go up. You've been playing with water for too long." take Juna, while carrying his wife. Kiran did not try to resist as usual, not because the injury made her unable to walk. But Kiran was still reluctant to give up her admiration for Juna. She enjoys the warmth of Juna's love.

Along the way, Kiran continued to look at his face, as if she was not tired of looking at a handsome and charming face.

Consciously looked at his heart, Juna was wrong, "Don't look at me like that. I'm afraid you'll fall" said Juna, without looking at Kiran.

"A-what ...?" Kiran stuttered like a thief caught red-handed. Flushed his face like a pomegranate, because of embarrassment and blushing. However, she pressed her hand against Juna's neck, as her husband said the word fell.

"I'm afraid you're going to fall, fall for me" Juna continued.

Kiran's smile returned revealing a row of adorable canine-shrunk teeth. When he smiles, his dimples will add sweetness nan ayu.

"You're heavy, too, Yang!" juna said, accompanied by laughter from both of them.

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Kiran's body, under the shade of a jackfruit tree. So shady when the wind blows.

"You wait here, Yang! I took a drink for a while," pinta Juna, just after finishing dressing Kiran's wound, used a patchwork, obtained from tearing her shirt.

Kiran looked at her man's back, the longer it got away and then lost behind the shackles. He then spread his gaze around, he saw thatch flowers swinging in the wind. Not far from the weeds, the grass flowers are also waving as if to be picked.

The girl approached the weeds. Picking a few of its flower stalks, picking a freshly opened flower bulb. The arrangement of the flowers, then tie it with some leaves and the stem of the weeds, so that it resembles a beautiful flower bucket.

While reaching for the Gapahlhan tree and picking up some of its leaves to complete the flower bucket, Kiran slipped and lapsed back. Luckily Juna came on time, until he caught Kiran's body before touching the ground.

"You're really stubborn huh, Yang," whispered Juna, right in Kiran's ear.

"A-ku .. a-ku ...." Kiran responded to Juna's words.

"Sit down!" Juna then takes a swipe at some of Gapahlhan's sprigs and gives them to Kiran. He took some leaves, then touched them.

"How does it taste, taste good?" ask Kiran, curious.

Kiran, who was curious, tried to chew a bit of Gapahlhan leaves. His facial water turned funny when his taste senses were bitter with a faint and stinging aroma.

"Brandaehh ... Brrrt ...." Kiran melted her chew. Then stick out the tongue to reduce bitter taste. Juna looked clucked, repeatedly shaking his head.

"Ck .. ck ... really stubborn you, Yang," muttered Juna.

The round-faced girl of the moon, grabbed Juna's hand while saying "Thank you ...."

"For?" ask Juna.

"For your love," replied Kiran, wirily.

Juna gently squeezed Kiran's hand, then kissed her heart-felt affectionate forehead. Then full of haru.

"Why do you love me so much, Mom?" Kiran looked up to look at Juna.

Juna loosened his hold.

"You are my wife, it's appropriate that I love you" replied Juna, with a straight forward gaze, looking at the ripples of the river as if singing.

"That's not what I mean," Kiran pursed her lips. His hands were scavenging the ground using a twig.

"Does love need a reason?" juna asked, now he turned his eyes, pulling out some of the flowers.

"A woman, married for four things. Her beauty, her wealth, her descendants and her religion.of those four, which is the reason?" Kiran answered Juna's question, again asking.

"Then what do you think is my choice?" Juna asked back.

"If beauty is an excuse, then am I not entitled to love you when your beauty has begun to fade inedible age?" Kiran fell silent. While Juna looked seriously twisted the bars of the suket.

"Then if the treasure becomes the benchmark, is it not after I have uttered the pledge, fully born and inwardly, my responsibility?" Kiran is back.

"Then if the descent becomes the foundation, do I not propose to you, when you see yourself for the first time to know your father and mother?" Kiran was speechless. He regretted the stupid question he asked.

"I don't know who your parents really are. Is it ustadz, or kyai or even entrepreneurs?" added again. The bars of the suket, now formed into a circle with a crown on it.

"All I know, I love a girl. No matter his social status, he did not know how he was. Because for me, love does not need reason and unconditional," explained Juna while removing the tears that have been creek on Kiran's cheeks.

"Grow your hands!" pinta Juna's. Kiran reached out her hand, then Juna pinned the grass ring on her ring finger.

"Happy birthday, honey," said Juna.

"Ehm .. thank you," Kiran replied, smiling comically.

*illustration

"We're going home now!" bring Kiran. The girl left her flower bucket. Realizing that, Juna again pulled the girl's hand.

"Hey ...!" Kiran looked back. Smiling amused when he found Juna was resting, his right hand was holding a flower bucket.

"Will you marry me?" pinta Juna was accompanied by her sweetest smile. Kiran chuckles at the bucket, then slaps it right in Juna's face.

"We're married, you idiot!!" cetus Kiran quickened his pace.

Kiran, why is it so hard for you to say 'ohh .. so sweet' lirih Juna, upset.

"Hey ... Your wound?!" yelled Juna, at the girl who was getting away. Kiran stopped, realizing that her wound was no longer painful.

Waw ... Amazing, muttered.

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Please excuse the author who did not find the Indonesian language for the word "grim and langu" please chrysanthemum 💪

Your thumb, motivate me.😊