
armed with a little knowledge of a person born from a deficiency that causes him to now only be in the temple monastery in Magelang city in a belief he hopes to present yourself at his side but not considered real he is now left out of his (mother) when the day begins to recede until night feels his mother still does not return thirst and hunger and forget the real world that she feels nothing know why a boy of the dozen years was there until dawn ,he was left out and fell asleep in a tourist spot that became a relic of our ancestors what else if not in the temple monastery Borobudur .
this story begins when someone realizes the presence until he is invited to live together but the child is not appropriate in general a child with strange behavior occurs again and again until again
it becomes dusk when a tourist is present in the place and terayomi from the shadow of his behavior
" aah.realap this atmosphere is more beautiful when the sun that indulges its rays"(inner).
...
" that's right ".(strictly the tone).
"....HEEEEEEE ....WHAT ..??!!(( confused)
".. ...
he did not realize when only his inner words were now answered with a real voice when in the confusion of his nature turned to and fro until the traveler turned his body but still did not see anything only the solitude he accepted
".....
"...mas.nyari what ya mas kok looks panicked"(said one of the other tourists who just came).
"..
"aah..no mas ..so I feel like there's a little kid here"..
"...what..I guess only the two of us just got here"
...
the more forced it is still increasingly becoming odd in the story of the seduhan but not something real but as if the tone accompaniment that gives meaning in the heart when we have received the motion of his finger flick it subconsciously carried away the nuances that slightly divided the room
"...My God, I think I'm a little sleepy"(gelesnya)
..
" Hem..if mas a little tired .. rest there"(said one of the other tourists)
"....I think it's like that. ha-ha-ha.."(he answered).
and all seemed to run from the responsibility of his solitude which has its own right room oh sorry has not introduced the traveler but when he who just sat in a statue without a barrier now he as if alive
" ....can't you see me"(whis whispered loudly)
..
" what..what is ..tadi ..."(a little fear)
"..don't be afraid my name is Sherin .."(he replied)
" Sherin ...!!!.(strict word)
with human culture without knowing it claimed to have done what he said in his behavior
"...so what's your name .."(sympathy sign)
" ...my name is indra..."
" well, the senses look back now.."(the question).
..
when all was fixed from his nonsense making it seem to be real he Sherin came in quite a strange shirt...
" welcome .. it's a pleasure to meet you"(sherin said)
.."...aap..aap..kian.......what....Who are you Sherin..
"om Bhur Bhuva Swaha, happy greetings to you...Hem.ah.I'm still busy Daaah..."
" ...HEEEEEEK..."
" what he does"(his mind)
"....I'm just protecting people ... monasteries and temples and other places of worship are a road or bridge connecting man to the creator so as not to be far from the holy because of God "(he replied while turning )
"..WHAT.....??
" with them .the soul of man is spared from spirits and demons lead them astray.the more they forget this place the more easily man gets lost in his deceit "...
"..what do you mean.."(the light is ).
and it is true that when all is focused on a tourist who speaks for himself, he makes a horrendous attention until he is realized and he Sherin also adorns the wishful thinking in practice in every corner of Borobudur temple monastery until he disappears nothing is known of your shadow
but after that the strangeness happened every night
at 21 : 08 Wib in Magelang such atmosphere will start a charming night world from the blur of the room until the rainbow emanates in a smile when a loving person waits for the face of a whistle to radiate in his hum
" Indra.I'll wait there ..I want to go to Indomaret first"(ask)
" ..for what......"
" ah .someone I want to buy ..."(the answer is)
...
but the time has come for us to return to the creator of his power to be carried away by the atmosphere in love but eroded by the promise of the mind of you who hunt down the deception of him Indra forgot what in the past he embraced in trust all was just a charade in his mind
" aaaaah.."(the blowing of many sins)...who tried Sherin said that until the fine fur of Indra now more and more creeps the shadow of fear is now increasingly clear of signs that make patterns and lines and boundaries between them become more radiant the meaning of a name that Indra belongs to until the silence that struck made the further away from the holus until the lantern was lit without items that burned smoke with his torment
" indraaaaa.."(smooth whisper in ear ).
"......(silent)..
" hoe's....Indra...Indra..do not daydream .."(word from him).
"...what...(confused him).
" i called from earlier you were daydreaming..
".... hahaha, I don't know if I have a little problem"
" tell me ..ayo .. tell me"
" Hem.I'm confused where to start to explain it to you "
" ....Yes, I don't want a story"(before)
"....Sherin....!!!..
" Sherin....Indra who he is .. (his anger).
..." ah, that's it.."(the answer).
however, it became a place named heartbreaking from his view when the lover of Indra began to change from the usual word, the name "Sherin" haunting at all times is not just what Indra feels in the complete story and sorry little for her" mad cow "(the author) began to fear his presence (MUCH SINS) whisper in his ears so do not forget the monastery, temple, and other places of worship
now when he thinks too much about your ego
it's too late not to find him
someone who can carry his title
inappropriate to judge with a chest roomy will be sincere
it's too late not to find him
someone who can bring you happiness
no boredom he's looking at you
not satisfied he misses you
when the moon and stars make a faithful promise