THE NOURA VAN KEMMERS

Started to find out

"Go to Bang's house! later I will show you pictures of my ancestral family when I was living here. Papa still keeps all the evidence and documentation related to the traces of his family first neatly. Papa is the third generation that keeps all the evidence of memories and traces of our ancestors' lives in the past" he said kindly.

"Did you live here long?" tanyakanya.

"Yet. I'm a newcomer here. And I happen to live in the old Depok area which is still thick with traces of relics of the past. I live in the Dutch neighborhood of Depok. Even the house that my family and I occupy is a relic of a Dutch family that has been taken over decades ago. The shape and style of the architecture of his house is still very thick following the shape of the Dutch house in the past."

Suddenly I wanted to tell you about Noura. But I did not do it. Not everyone is interested in talking about the world of love. And I'm not sure Jordan Winhern would be interested in my stories about Noura. This young man did not seem to easily believe in illogical things.

"Oh yeah, must be really cool Bang."

"definitely. My father was very enthusiastic about occupying the house. Indeed, the first impression is a bit haunted because the house has been quite empty for a long time. For a long time, our family felt comfortable. Unfortunately, the owner of the house is not interested in selling it."

Then I told about the beginning of my arrival in Depok City, about my previous residence in Palembang, about my college and my family. Jordan Winhern seemed enthusiastic to listen.

"Oh yeah, one of my cousins is working on a thesis. Plan he wanted to research about the life of the Dutch family in the past. Perhaps the documentation and traces of Winhern's family history that are still stored can help him to be a reference," suddenly spontaneous speech was thrown from my mouth. Of course I'm just pretending to be a fake alias. The words I said were just pleasantries. None of my cousins are working on the thesis.

"Well, of course it can be bang. The girl or the guy's cousin?" tanyakanya.

"Turkey. Name's Bima. It just so happens that he lives in Palembang and has not been able to come here. So maybe later I'll help him find a reference. Don't mind if I go to the house to find a reference?" my door once again.

"I told you so. Please play at Bang's house. My dad is welcome koq. Surely Papa doesn't mind," Jordan replied steadily.

"Oh yeah sometime I'd like to invite you to a gig at my school. Your violin game is really cool. There must be a lot of interest. How's it?" my many.

"By pleasure, Bang. If time and opportunity allow, I won't mind" he replied kindly.

Again, I admire the figure of a crossbred young man sitting in front of me. The hospitality is truly amazing. The way he speaks and behaves truly reflects the customs of the eastern. The values of politeness and ethics as already embedded in him. Our conversation continued until unknowingly the rain had subsided and the night was getting late. It's eight o'clock past night. We ended the conversation and rushed home.

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"There's good news" I told Noura. Tonight I was just getting ready to go to sleep, when this Beauty appeared with the golden rose. He smiled warmly when our eyes met.

"What news? you want to surprise me?" ask her while tidying up the ends of my blanket.

"Tomorrow I'll tell you. Now I'm so sleepy."

"Huh! you're this. I thought you would accompany me by telling me a story tonight," Noura began to frown.

"I'm sorry. But I'm really tired and sleepy right now. I promise you we'll have a lot of conversation tomorrow. You don't go anywhere... Just stay here. I know you miss me, right?"

Seriate.