Travel Love To Andromeda
JCTA #25'S. BLURRED
Kaya semalem Naya dream bok3r and have not yet spit goresin ground using twigs! The proof, so early he had already ketiban apes. Apes because he had to wake up late, apes because father and tea Yani already in front of his room with a suitcase of makeup that will be applied to his face so beautiful, who knows abis in putty can be as similar as the artist Ra_iso.
Kanaya glanced briefly back as short as a flash stroke in the rain of lightning, where previously she was the responsibility of entering the requirements to apply for a job as well as folds of clothes for her provisions during the later period. But fateful, not yet neatly done.bapak has acted as a god Zeus who sent a bundle of lightning in the morning blind to Kanaya.
The girl, unwillingly allowing Yani's tea to enter her room, with Naya's bewildered face immediately pushed the bag aside from the table and snatched the towel, "teh Yani...Naya wants to take a shower first, because it has not been bathed.." he left Yani tea shortly after getting a nod from Yani tea, while the father was busy not care to arrange the house.
At least with a bath the flow of blood and oxygen to the brain can be smoother, making a brilliant idea can flow profusely in the head, yeah! Crazy idea to be a bad boy a day.
Naya sees the mother in the kitchen arranging the wet cakes hunting in the market, aware of Kanaya's presence makes the mother turn her head for a moment, "sorry mother, ceu..."
Kanaya wrapped the towel around her neck. He was just silent, even until this moment he still could not believe if the father firmly handed his daughter to a taro widower.
"Ceceu can be angry with mom, ceceu can be disappointed with mom." Said his mother, but Kanaya shook her head strongly, it was precisely he who should apologize to mother, because maybe after this, he will return to make his family stir, tarnish the name of father and mother.
"Ceceu doesn't want to marry Agung, ma'am. Ceceu who should apologize to mother, never hate ceceu after this.." he hugged mother, maybe this is his last hug before later he will try to escape.
"It's ceceu to take a shower first, ma'am" he said.
"Where's Upa?" ask Naya.
"Sama Arif."
Alright, maybe for now he does not need to say goodbye to Upa, considering the time is so tight. Kanaya goes inside the bathroom, to do a snake-rich lightning bath.
He flushed his head until it caused a cold sensation that spread throughout his body.
Yani tea works according to his expertise, although only the village salon but the quality of his hands can be likened to the famous MUA. Proven with a slug house bun and the face like a king's son manten.
"Sok or change your clothes, let me see and help you." he asked.
*glek*!
Kanaya's plan is to run away when Yani's tea comes out when she changes clothes. Okay, plan B.
Kanaya immediately changed her clothes with the gift of Mr. Agung, Yani tea singled a smile, "will be beautiful.." she wrapped and tidied the sinjang that wrapped around Naya's lower body, Naya, more tightening the bond to print the body of this 19-year-old girl.
"Udah is suitable to be the bride of this mah Nay," he said, Kanaya could only smile stiffly. He saw his reflection in the mirror, beautiful gini! Aki-aki bangkotan want to marry Naya!
"Udah is fine, if that's just come out for a while. Would you like to grab a drink?" ask Yani tea.
"Get some tea, thank you."
Kanaya holds Yani's tea hand, "tea!"
"Yes?"
"Sorry Naya ngerepotin ya." he said, because it would be possible that the effort of Yani tea dress it will be in vain after this.
"Ih, what the hell is Naya! Ordinarily, it's a salon job!" his reply.
He put some money in a wooden box, then put it in a drawer for mom and upa, while he brought half of it.
Not to forget Naya locked her room and opened the side window facing right towards the neighboring house, okay! The escape route is through the backyard of his neighbor's house that at this hour has gone to the rice fields and gardens, then he will pass through a small road to get to the house of Mr. Akbar. Not a big road that many people pass by.
*plic*!
He dropped the bag through the window, and then he climbed on the bed, raising the tip of the fist with difficulty, "forgive it! Escape using Sinjang turned out to be difficult sister!"
His white legs wear flatshoes flags past a small window net. Fix, tomorrow-tomorrow if he makes a house he will make a window as big as a stadium door! Let's escape more afdol, let the elephants can just go in and out!
*Srekk*h*!
"Oh Allah, wrestling! Sobek," he chuckled at the tear on the tip of the fist that turned out to be stuck in the nail, "ah*riweuh pisan*! Ribet it!"
Kanaya finally loosened up *sinjang* in order to step up.
*bluk*...
He went down next to the house, then lifted his bag, "sorry ceceu sir, ma'am.ceu will come home if you have brought news of work ceceu.." murmured, he said, look at the window for the last time and close it again. Kanaya runs through the wooden fence of the house, repeatedly the sinjang and its danger gets stuck making the girl furious.
"Argghhhh, astagfirullah!" he pulls the fist, let it now look rich madman with a ragged side skirt that matters can blur.
His feet are good at treading the path carefully through the fields and gardens. Some of the citizens who met quite frowned looking at Kanaya, "neng.." they said.
"Sir," replied Naya, "mom.." she ran as she could.
Andro glanced at the streets that are usually passed to reach Mr. Akbar's house, hoping that the girl came, but in fact Kanaya did not exist. He glanced at the watch in his hand, already at 7 o'clock more he must immediately return because the work is waiting.
Mr. Akbar and Miss Dewi nodded, "be careful mas Andro.insyaAllah his mandate later I say the same Kanaya,"
"Neng Naya mah how the hell, he said he needed a job. Being taught that work does not even come," added Miss Dewi.
"Maybe ask permission from ceu Wati used to be the same as Acep kang." said Mr. Akbar.
Andro just smiled at the debate of the two, who were debating Kanaya.
"Yes, you're a mas, you dumbass jammed in his way,"
Andro nodded and greeted the two, "thank you sir. God willing for the next financial matters, sign the permit if I am unable to come, there is Yudha coming..."
"Yes, be careful, sir,"
"Rezki, Devi, Dena. Andro said yes!" he rubbed one by one the head of Mr. Akbar's son and got into the car.
Andro had escaped his heavy breath staring around the yard of Mr. Akbar, hoping that there was a girl who ran after him.
The car engine was turned on, Andro pressed his horn once to make Mr. Akbar and his family waved at him.
Right, that girl won't come...
Andro drove his car to leave Mr. Akbar's yard until he got out of the village gate and headed for the big road.
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Kanaya ran as fast as she could towards Mr. Akbar's house, until the bun went down and down, she didn't care! Sweat began to flow through his temples and forehead.
Waitaminute! There's something strange, Andro's car is no more!
Kanaya's late! He's really late.
Without removing his flatshoes he stepped on the terrace of Mr. Akbar's house and knocked on Mr. Akbar's house.
Wh-tok-tok-tok!
"Sir Akbar! Miss Goddess!" his yell.
"Who is that?" mr. Akbar who was preparing to work again in the district frowned while wearing a watch.
Miss Dewi shook her head, "rich voice Naya..."
Both of them went straight to the door of the house, Akbar opened it.
"Kanaya?!"
"Astagfirefull!" bu Dewi blinked at the look of Kanaya.
"Where are you going? Kabaya's ragged gini dress? Where's sararoek?!"
"There's no time for clarity sir, ma'am...mas Andro??" ask her with dadha who goes up and down because of the hunting breath.
"Mas Andro has gone, you have long ago." replied the Goddess. Kanaya patted her head, then she thought back, should not be frustrated and give up just like that, the effort is already half way.
"You're tea blurred what how?" ask Mr. Akbar aware of Kanaya's costume and her hunt.
"You see, Mr. Akbar the same mother Dewi never said to meet Naya this morning, if the father or mother said he did not see! Naya go yes sir, ma'am.assalamu'alaikum!" he grabbed his hands both rough and reverent salim.
"Wa'alaikumsalam.." They were still astonished by what they had just seen, but the girl had already gone running.
Kanaya runs as much as possible, the only destination Naya currently is the city of Jakarta, must find a vehicle to Jakarta. Until a loud voice melted the plan in his brain.
"Rapiin's Tarpaulin Jar! Enter the supermarket alus ieu mah!"
Kanaya glanced, "vegetable pool!" he smiled widely, let him blend with nature, with the important vegetables he reached Jakarta, plus the house people must have realized his loss now, did not rule out the possibility they were looking for him.
"Rape?!" ask one of them, then diokei the other.
Kanaya waits for a time when the driver and his kernet are off guard.
"Astagfirullah! Forgive da, if you do not use this already smoothly run from earlier, do not have to miss Mr Andro !" dumelnya climbed on top of a pick-up car containing vegetables that have been ready to enter the supermarket in Jakarta. The girl shifted vegetables so she could ride while clumping.
"It's a pick-up car by Rizal, who likes to send vegetables!" he looked down and closed the tarp on it.
Blugh!
There was the sound of the car door closing, and the engine was turned on the sign the car would move immediately.
"Ceceu pamit ma'am, Upa.insyaAllah later back already got money as big as the door!"
The car left the village of Giri Mekar to Jakarta.
While at Kanaya's house, everyone was busy looking for Kanaya, including the Great sir who had come with the entourage.
"Cepet find your ceceu!" yelled at Arif.
Mr. Agung was quite angry at the father, can-can Kanaya run away.
"Yes Allah ceu," murmured the mother pressed her chest and hugged the Upa.
"Jin!!!!" the screams of the father called out to Kanaya while looking for him to every corner of the house, the area around the house, and the village road.
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Noteds:
* boisterous: ribet, hectic.
*pisan : really.
* sinjang: batik tinsel.
* alus: good.
* sararoek *: torn-up.
* snobs : please.
*bisi: fear, worry.
