The Ojek That's My Soul

It was a beautiful afternoon

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Mirna's condition is getting better, after a few days ago he woke up from his dead survey.

Makes for a little bit of calm and relief, especially for new couples.

They spend more of their nights in the hospital.

Now, Rojali invites the wife to relax and relax a little to enjoy the togetherness of the two outdoors.A location of the city park museum located not far from the hospital.

With fingers interlocked, fused in the grasp.

The strings of music sound accompanied by a gentle breeze.

Really melenakan two halal people whose story is dating.The atmosphere of the afternoon in one of the city's parks looks crowded.The buildings of the museum relics of the Dutch era, most of which have been restored by the local government,looks lined up with aesthetic.

Some street performers also act like angklung buskers who are groups of about six to eight people.

Buskers with guitars, buskers with ukuleles, buskers with harmonica, there are even buskers with complete musical instruments, and they also carry a sound system.

As it was right in front of this new pair of couples, where at this time Fatimah and Rojali were seen casually barefooted selonjoran.

Fatimah is seen while chewing the fruit karsen(cherry) which was picked by Rojali in the front of the park.

He collected it in a glass of mineral water..

Fatimah has loved this fruit since childhood.

He looked so happy when he found the tree.

In addition to reminiscing about childhood, he also consumes it to improve the digestive organs.

This street band they consist of six people, without a stage, without a tent.

A street band used to hold their music concert in the middle of the capital's park.

Some genres of songs they have performed from, jazz, pop rock, Malayu and some songs request from visitors.

Those who order the song should be willing to spend more, at least appreciate these street musicians at a reasonable price.

Some couples seem to dissolve in every strand of note, from every acoustic guitar passage that distorts the senses, and from every clinking piano string.

All fused together to create a bewitching symphony.

Suddenly, the tall man with his long hair in the pigtails to the back, rose from his seat.

Fatimah thought maybe her husband wanted to request the song, but it turned out that the estimate was wrong.

The man was seen whispering with a keyboard player and guitar, then he glanced briefly at the wife, who looked confused by what she was about to do, so that lines were created between her forehead.

(Don't tell me he wants sholawatan?)

Fatimah still remained in her position, she only slightly bent her legs up, then put both her hands on both knees.

He was still paying attention to what would be made by the husband gondrong nan tengil.

Rojali received an acoustic guitar given by one of the band's players.

Then he stood in front of the standing mic, his eyes closed for a while until his fingers began to dance strumming the strings.

Until the beautiful strings of syahdu flow into the heart.

Tickling the heartburn, sneaking into the recesses of the soul until it vibrates the soul.

Just the intro alone was able to make boisterous applause and cheer echoed, in the middle of the city's increasingly crowded museum park.

(Aish, so he's going to be alone?pop song anyway?duh, this is why his teenage son so much gini?)

Yes, suddenly the visitors were increasingly pushing forward, making Fatimah decided to get up and stand, then she advanced a little forward.

Until clearly he could see the smile and twinkle full of love to him.

Rojali began to bring her lips closer to the front of the mic, until a hypnotic voice was uttered.

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"This song I dedicate to jauzati, who wore pasmina and cyan robe there.." explained Rojali before starting the action.Making several pairs of eyes busy looking for the figure he meant.

Fatimah felt tickled by thousands of goose feathers, she lowered her floopy hat, because her face must have been very blushing at this time, so she decided to hide it behind her wide hat.

"Whoo...oo...!!"

Cheers also rang as they found him standing on the edge of the audience.

"Ciieee.."the temptation of some of the mostly young audience.

Fatimah raised her wide hat again, closing her ears when she felt familiar with the tone of the song.

Piano clinks follow guitar quotes, signifying the song will begin.

🎶*Thank God.t's give it to me.

This is the rib cage you created for me.

Happy myself, happy my heart.

Thank you my love.want to live with me forever....🎶

🎶I promise, will take care...

I promise to be faithful, only to one love.

This is love, which I have, from the recesses of the soul's heart

Only you, my love is eternal...🎶

(white promise*)

Fatimah smothered her mouth, held the cry so as not to be spoken, but she could not resist the decay of her round crystal clear, which forced sticking out of both eyelids.

He could not believe what his soul and body were witnessing at this time.

How could a man who was that cruel bin, be able to treat him this sweet.

The crowd cheers are increasingly becoming, when the handsome man in casual style turned out to perform the song very nicely.With the accompaniment of his own acoustic guitar played, he said,as well as the twang of the piano that washed away.It was not accidentally choose the song that was viral, so that made the yutuber compete to cover it.

The song whose original lyrics are in Indonesian eastern.

Foxed into native Indonesian by this man-nosed man.

Rojali just felt that the lyrics of the song were very much in accordance with what he felt at this time.

How good God is for sending a tranquilizing angel.

A wingless angel to him and his family.

Who was able to present that guidance to his family, who had long been far from his religion and God.

Somehow he had to express his happiness and gratitude.

He only imagined to present this song in front of the crowd, not to show off, just showing his happiness and luck.

As well as showing some of the eyes of the man who had stolen a look at his wife.

And, that's really disturbing.

Make his heart heat up and make his Bogeman feel itchy about to punch the eyes of the basket.

Finally, Jojali also found a brilliant idea that will make the men do not know themselves.

Rojali also said goodbye to the band members, then slipped his gratitude into the fist of one of the band's leaders.

"Thanks a lot, yeah guys!help me," Rojali said, shaking their hands one by one.

" Together, Bro, make a relationship, kalo need to use formalin," said the band's leader jokingly.

"Successful buay all of you, sometimes bring sholawat for blessings," he replied with a smile.

Applause came back low, when the tall man stood up, approached the woman who covered her face with the white floopy hat.

"Aahh..pengen has a hubby cake!"

"My soul jones thrashed, maakk..cariin soul mate!"

squealing some teenagers and young women.

"Damn, it's cool!"

"That's the badger, njirr!"

"Bojonya, bejo is very yak!"

swearing some withered men before growing.

Tuh ya, chibi kasih uwwuan after the break-up...

Not enough?

Thumbs first dongh ahh.komen, the development can also bangett🙈