The Fairy Tale of Oppelia" Ringtone"

chapter 73 "Siti"

in a village with a romantic atmosphere of theirs a dwelling of ark love gathered into one happiness of living forever "hade forever" really even though it is just a simple life but it invites the problem of the end of my soul mate story

" Siti woke up .. it was noon ..."

" iba Ma'am... a moment .."(my answer)

although only these memories of me with my family laughter and smiles pervade me every time not in high school only graduates of Junior High and now I am 26 years old haduh I forgot my name Siti Nurhaliza a traveling cake seller and I also have a little experience working

" Siti ..bapak go first ..later you after the sale please help your mother "

" njih sir

my father worked the building and my mother sold this steamed cake my experience when someone bought a cake and helped me a day that was so fast passing but the shadow was still there

" Mommy.I'll go first"

" yes, please help you shop as well"

" njih ma'am.."

time is getting dissolved in the holy water attached to the storyline

love should be gathered together as one

where there are so many stories in your world

the love that is in your laughter smile

rich and beautiful at the end of the story there is only a soul mate

meek of your tone

deep sense of feeling this heart is embedded wanting to be with you

but everything I give you doesn't give you soft

to receive me

because I don't have people

or just because I wong Deso

but this feeling has its passion and instinct

your story in my world is the language of my smile and laughter

although the road no longer finds you, my soul mate

but now no longer do I see his smile where he should be now there is no evidence but this feeling is still stored always and always I stop here in front of his house which is a memory of his gentle smile

" cake ..cake .steamed cake"(i said) that is a magic sentence that I give every time still remember him again

" mbk..kue steamed ..4 yes.."(he said).

"..ouh yes mas.four yes .mau ..this also ndk mas .this is also sweet.."(my rayuku)

" ....sweet ..wah sweet kayak yah yah mbk"(thickness)

" ah..mas can be aja.ini all so 20 k. (my word)

" okay. thanks mbk"(just go)

in each of his arrivals there is still something different as if something has been taken by force from me

" mbk ..the kue steamed yes 10 yes."(he said)

" ouh yes mbk ..10 yes. briefly "(my word).

....." So how many mbk"(he said)

" 40 k mbk .. everything"

" this is my money 50 yes.oh yes mbk did you ever see the inhabitants of the house ..had long been invisible"(he asked)

" i don't know mbk..."

" it's not like he's the one who buys steamed cakes often and you're a little familiar with it right"

" yeah mbk he often buy cake from me but really mbk I ndk know ..indeed why mbk"

" ....entah mbk.seems like something is missing ..darinya even though he ..it is not who but I feel there is something odd and less ...what's that because he's mbk.."

"...hayooo..the baby has a crush on ya .."(candaku).

" eeeh.it .heheheheh"

but it is true what he said I also felt there was less and more strange and lost that whether it was from him or not but 1 Sunday after I sold there the more afternoon as if he came

" steamed cake, steamed cake ..."(my magic)

"KRAAAK.".the door was opened and closed again I began to be surprised what was there for so long the house was tightly closed and did not sound "steamed cake, steamed cake" my words that get louder make him who is inside hear me but never he re-opened his house until now time became blindly felt the night is long enough from him I finished leaving from a study outside the area and true the house is now illuminated by the lights inside but still there is something strange just look one room that feels the light even the headlights are still dim the day the second is now a stretch of "Padang Pariaman Payakumbuh" but still he did not appear "steamed cake, steamed cake(, my magic).but when the house was still not open he was like a shadow of crazy that came carrying this smile and laughter then a pseudo shadow and lost set aside hope for him

" steamed cake mbk..5 yes.."(the call).

" yes mbk..how 5 yes.(manyaku).

" how many mbk ....

" ah ordinary mbk.20 k ...

eh mbk ..kemarin I think the house now has residents you know"(to be honest)

" cook the hell mbk.kok I don't know ya.."

" but yesterday someone entered the house that I really did not lie"

" ooh.."(heck)

then I continued my sale and passed the house" steamed cake steamed cake cake"(my magic) but still no words care but a moment of silence now sound the piano 🎹 " ting.tingtung Ting Ting tung tung ting" it sounded so soft that I heard it as if it were sliced this heart again and again I was silent here once in a while this peaceful heart was also quiet I walked back to home the song he played as if it was so lonely and the tone seemed so unsettled that the wounded heart that I knew the next day was still selling and passing through his house and still the piano came back again and again but no other song is just a mellow song with a bit of pain to hear it when I accidentally pass by and it rains when it's up to me to take shelter there and hear it again and again until I didn't dare to offer it and then someone came to this house and brought something

" teeeettt..(bell) package ..package ..."(he said).

I saw him just putting one by one into the small door under the door but he smiled at me and spoke like a familiar

" mbk ..he wants to buy your steamed cake mbk "(he said)

" what.."(i said).

" let's mbk .. I live first"

and I went there he just wrote down a few words "how much is all "(review )

and I answered him "200 k" and he just gave me the money and I put the wrapper in there and he didn't feel like he gave me another "wait a minute" and it's true that I waited for him shortly after that he served warm water and a few snacks and fruit and then "if you're done please put it back in" only that I never understood he gave me more money but when I returned to continue my journey Arrived "tuk tuk tuk' I approached and he wrote again " the steamed cake is delicious thanks if you pass again please push the bell yes" until I answered yes and yes every time I sold a steamed cake I touched the bell again and he came up with a letter to buy again but still "how much everything" only it was always and always he wrote the same from the first I offered it again just that word nothing else and again still remembered his last word" the steamed cake is delicious thanks if you pass again please push the bell yes" it's only been a month already his arrival that makes all the residents here do not believe in his presence and every night still only one lamp that illuminates his room