The Destiny 41
Serena
Tangerang, June 2013,
“Ngak!” resolute Diaz. “I just don't want to eat your cooking. I'm also, anyway
have eaten at the place of Velita,” Ups, Diaz keceplosan. Because of his sensitivity it was –
in addition to making him gulp his saliva – Maria so grunt.
“Oooh... want CLBK well?” sindir Maria's.
“Ngapain you there?”
“Eeeee...” Diaz started to sweat coldly.
“Nothing, really. Just make
the importance of college, really. Moreover, I'm a group of the same in Multiculturalism class. No need to be jealous is not clear.”
“If there is nothing, try this fried rice made by me,” pinta Maria
still sewot because the word ‘Velita’. Maria always sewot, every time seeing the closeness of Diaz with Velita (a friend of Diaz since Elementary School) or Tiara (a classmate on campus who is crazy about Diaz). Not to mention other women like Adel, Fidel, and Esther.
Diaz dead fleas. He can't seem to escape anymore. Maria was successful
tossing a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth. The distance of the spoon with his lips is only at once. The smell of fried rice began to smell as well. Only, his nose doesn't smell the same. It seems like Maria's cooking skills are starting to develop. The taste of fried rice is now not as bad as before, although not as delicious as cooking made by chefs
lclass one. At least comparable to the made of noodle sellers tek-tek. With doubt, Diaz
he began to open his mouth wide, and Mary began to insert the spoon
inside it. Diaz's tongue began to taste. Not bad, but not too good either.
Appreciable. This time a spoonful of fried rice glided smoothly into the esophagus.
“Nak right?” mary asked smiling. He smiled, not seeing Diaz
scrunching his nose again or coughing or reacting to vomiting.
“This is right made by you?” look for Diaz who still does not believe the fried rice
maria's Making.
“Yes, Diaz. Who do you think you are made of?” mary replied upset.
“It wasn't my mama's, was it? Or Madam Nenti?
Maria's face grew even more. “You why the hell? I think antipathy is the same
my cooking. As long as you know well, all this time, I took the morning class anyway because I could
learn to cook from your mama or Mbak Nenti, and all that for you, you know?!”
Maria left Diaz to put the plate of fried rice on the stone table in the kitchen. Then he went upstairs. He headed to his room with an expression between annoyed and sad.
Vaguely Diaz heard Maria say softly, “I don't want to cook anymore,”
Diaz scratched his head. She was confused as to what to do, though
actually know. Well, he should have gone into Mary's room and comforted her. It's just, it's just,
she's ashamed. The shame that kept him from doing that. Now, the thing he did was take that plate of fried rice and bring it into his room.
With the stomach still half full because it had first eaten chicken rica-rica made by Velita this afternoon, he was forced to spend – fried rice made by Maria, his fiancee.
While eating, he imagined the face of Mary. Come to think of it, the centile girl
beautiful too. Her long, soft hair was like the fur of a Persian cat, her face
nuanced Europe – precisely Italy, and her petite body size typical of Indonesian women.
Maria is definitely not too ugly either and can be proud of. Not only physical and apparently, his brain is also reliable.
Ah, Diaz suddenly thought of a moment. It happened at night of the year
just yesterday. The family agreed to celebrate the anniversary of his engagement to Maria on Tidung Island, Thousand Islands, December 31, 2011. That very moment, for the first time, he knew one thing: legends were not mere legends. There, he meets a beautiful mermaid named Serena, who is apparently the daughter of the king of Atlantis.
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Just then, after dinner, Maria suddenly invited him for a walk
along the coastline of Tidung Island. Diaz ogah-ogahan welcomed him; it was also because
papa forced. And under the gust of the land wind, both stood. They both stared at the full moon. Not far from where they stand, there is a fishing boat that can be boarded by four people of normal size. The boat seems to belong to one of the managers of the villa. In one corner of the boat, Diaz saw that there was a net that was still tied and the nets were still on the seabed. In that mesh,
he saw something that caught his attention. Something kept wriggling in the net. Somehow, something got stuck there.
“Diaz,” Maria again sulks with her flirtatious gaze. “The month is good well?”
But Diaz doesn't care. He only responded with a small nod. Stares
his eyes were not fixed on Mary or the moon. Not to mention the eyes, both hands did not touch Maria at all, like a normal couple.
Mary pinched one of Diaz's arms. “Iih you this.. He was asked to say, instead.
see people's boat.Most boat that manages the villa.Lagian romantic little, cake, cake,
you are this.”.
“It's romantic, right? Accompany you to see the full moon, while walking on the sand
beach,” spray Diaz. “Sama kayak in drama films or soap operas that right?”
“Yeee. We should have held hands, embraced, embraced,
hold the moon, keep kissing. The cooking part has been a year of relationship, you still do not want first kiss anyway?” fengut Maria.
“Lazy deh, must nyiumin chick centil kayak you.” spray chuckles.
Maria's fingers pinched her arm again. Diaz grimaced and tried to hold back the feeling
the pain is by turning your eyes to something.
“You again see what, anyway?” ask Mary who is still in marriage.
“That,” Diaz pointed towards the mesh. “It looks like the net was successfully nangkep
fish, deh. From earlier the mulu-motion.” It spontaneously inched. Observe it more closely, and…
...Once upon a time, I was surprised to see something that was trapped. It doesn't feel like
trust both his eyes. Apparently, it's not something, but someone…
a mermaid who seemed to be still looking young, was even much younger than Diaz and Maria.
“What do you see, anyway, Yaz?” asked Mary, who was already standing to the right of Diaz.
Diaz did not answer. He just walked closer and touched the net. When the net
raised to free a figure trapped inside, the creature wriggled out. Surprisingly, he is not like other animals who are afraid when meeting humans. The creature– beautiful mermaid girl–mad approached her. Diaz–and also Maria–can only gawk. They were gawking again, when the mermaid jumped into the boat and her fins immediately transformed into two fairly smooth human legs. Now in front of the two of them, there stood a haired girl
long brownish black – and hispanic-faced. In between her hair, if Diaz pays attention to detail, although the light is indeed dim, there is an object tied in the long hair of the mermaid girl. The girl then thrust her right hand–maybe to invite acquaintance and thank you.
Diaz accepts the mermaid girl's hand installment.
“Include, my name is Serena. I came from the kingdom of Atlantis which lies not
far from the Caribbean, America. About a few hundred kilometers from the coastline
san Juan.” city said the mermaid girl whose upper part was wearing a canal dress
dark purple.
San Juan's? That's in which country well? – thought Diaz. But care about the devil, this woman
beautiful too, far beyond Mary.
And Atlantis? I thought it was just a figment of a thumb. It's just a fantasy
a Greek philosopher named Plato.
Uh for a second, why is this mermaid so fluent in Indonesian? Seems
Diaz too admires the mermaid's beauty – while Maria is so burned by fire
jealousy, so no one realized the awkwardness.
“I-i-iya, same,” says Diaz.
“Oya, can I live with you guys?” Serena's eyes were clear. “I only
need a place to stay, at least until I manage to find my brother's whereabouts.
Four years ago, he went from Atlantis to find herbs to
cure father's disease. The royal physician said the plant could only be found in the waters west of Atlantis. Because he did not come home, even more critical father's condition, I fear he is in danger.”
“You're sure, your sister is in Indonesia?” ask Diaz.
“Indonesia?” Serena knitted her brows. “This is true Indonesia?”
“Iya, you arrived at Tidung Island which is part of a country called Indonesia.” said
Diaz whose eyes continue to wander around the body part of Serena that is not covered by the strands of the purple dress.
Maria cleared her throat.
“What the hell?” Diaz glared at the woman. .
“The eyes are well..” specific Maria word indicates the point.
“My eyes are in place kok.” Diaz. .
“That's why you see that part anyway?” buruh Maria ferociously, seraya
shows the somewhat visible part of ******Serena.
Serena flushed. He hurriedly waved his hand like a man
sorceress. Diaz and Maria's eyes were a little blurred. At least for a few seconds, and was immediately dumbfounded that Serena was already dressed. Now her clothes look like the one Maria wore: a moss– green canal dress with the legs of the dress exceeding the knees slightly.
“Sorry if my appearance is inappropriate,” said Serena nodding small.
“The journey from Atlantis to this place is full of danger. Previously, I fought with a shark and maybe because of that, my previous dress was torn apart.”
“Nothing else.” Diaz smiled charmingly, Maria sewot. “Oya, you are sure
your brother is in the area here?”
Serena nodded again. “From the results of the investigations of the Atlantean scientists, I am sure
once. They said, they managed to detect the presence of my brother in this area–which is a lot of fire rings.”
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Ah, Serena huh? How's that mermaid doing? As she remembered, Serena succeeded
found her brother who turned out to live with a grandmother named Maribel while looking for the existence of herbal plants called cardamom. Well, cardamom.
Her father's disease healing plants turned out to be a kitchen spice that has a lot of presence in Indonesia. Despite finding her, the older sister, Marina, refused to return
to Atlantis. Her brother pity the grandmother who lived alone after the death of her husband and also childless. Only Serena returned to Atlantis.
But not alone. The mermaid came home along with herself, Martin – her brother, Martin,
and Agatha. He chuckles at remembering it, especially when remembering the part meeting impromptu with his two silly friends: Teguh and Tiara. Firmly and Tiara to Puerto Rico (That's the easiest way to Atlantis) out of jealousy; presumably he and Maria are there for their honeymoon, whereas Diaz goes on a mission: to find Passiflora Tulae, who is, plants are the main ingredients of the paste.
Mary, Maria.
That girl was so careless. He brought in the atlante-concoction that Serena brought from
Atlantik as a weapon, instead of as a spice cook– because he wants to impress himself with his cooking. Serena then advised him to include atlante to his cooking with a dose of no more than a pinch. But Maria instead put it all in and felt the consequences when trying to feel it. Maria's body must become like that of a Smurf and must lie stiff, while Diaz and her entourage are busy in Puerto Rico to get the antidote.
“Atlante is the seaweed that lives in Atlantis there. The color is light blue, which is different from seaweed that other tribes may see in the ocean. And generally
Atlante was made our tribe as a spice. Because if it has been processed, the cuisine seasoned atlante will taste delicious. But most Atlanteans argue, cooking with atlante is a fraud. That might be like
doping usage among athletes,”
Ah, Diaz recalled the sweet voice of Serena. That's what caused him to fall in love with the mermaid, even though he knew it was not worth doing. She and Serena have not been able to marry the genetic disorder that Atlanteans have had since the flash flood tragedy that once drowned Atlantis.
“Serena, Serena,” Accidentally Diaz uttered it.
“Good well,” exclaimed Maria who was already standing nearby. I don't know since when, that girl
go in. “My fried rice was eaten anyway, but while thinking about the girl again. What's so great about that girl?”
Diaz. “Much prettier than you clear.” He was just flirting
that woman alone.
“Here the fried rice,” Maria snatched the fried rice plate forcibly. “I don't
please my cooking is eaten by someone who even thinks of other girls, instead of thinking of their partner.”
Maria melengos left Diaz who did not seem to mind her.
The man lay down afterwards. He recalled his time in Puerto Rico and Atlantis.
