When Love Remains Blind

C# 1. Suburbs of Djakarta City

Peaceful days will begin to be remembered when protracted problems come...

It will begin to dream when misery continues to pour out...

Will continue to be missed...

Ohh will be missed...

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Every day the sun is always smiling and the moon does not want to lose the beautiful scenery, indeed because the rain has long been unwilling to move from its comfortable stopover, he said, among the flying cotton is white during the day and gray at night.

Ah now I tell you about the situation there in a city in Indonesia, a city represented by Batavian culture. Right on the outskirts of Djakarta City in June in the dark when decorated with millions of beautiful sparkling light has perfectly covered the red that used to smear the face of the afternoon sky on almost every day.

There is hardly a crowd on the streets that often seen many people passing by. The screams of the merchants, the cries of the little children, the laughter of the middle-aged man who won the game of chess, the jokes of people who like to gossip while eating snacks and a series of other activities that always enliven the day, now it is almost empty along the way.

The cold wind blows faster, gripping, making smoke in every breath, chimneys home and restaurants that serve a warm dinner.

Apparently stirred the spirit of the beautiful and beautiful young people, their respective weaponry has been complete since this afternoon. Wallets filled with money, intoxicating scented bodies, jewelry, elegant clothes full of majesty and makeup on the face with a seductive smile that has been learned from the meritorious mirror.

Now let's see who the elderly who want to quickly meet their god even though bathed in sin. They must have decided to stay in their comfortable home. Instead of calling do'a to his Lord hope that tomorrow can live a long life in peace.

In a restaurant that says La Paradise. A suburban restaurant is not famous for the City class but is worth a visit because it is designed with complete classical accompaniment Instrument music by famous composers in the City Center. There really is no more similar to this place on the outskirts of any Djakarta City. A place where young suburban people full of love interest look at each other while praising each other to express the contents of the heart.

"I ordered a bottle of the best Wine and the main menu" a young man of Indonesian and Dutch blood ordered a waiter.

Briefly the waiter saluted and immediately went to prepare the order.

Before long he came and put a bottle of wine and the main menu in the form of minced meat with spices special secret restaurant.

"This is a tip for you..."

"Oh. thank you sir"

It was a small portion of food that used to accompany him more than a lover. every Saturday night This young man was always seen in the restaurant with a sitting position in the same place. The youth is very easy to recognize because it is always accompanied by a unique violin complete with a string tool that is no less unique because of its carving.

He is a street artist in the city center. Easy to remember with a tall and dashing stature, has a calm face but stored intelligence that is difficult to describe, nose pointed typical of western people, and, eyes that can sedate anyone who sees it and certainly so sweet when smiling. Oh, of course, he was very handsome at the age of 25 years.

He was an only child raised alone by his mother who was Dutch after the death of his father. Thanks to her mother's hard work, she had the opportunity to study at one of the Art Universities in the Netherlands, but after her graduation she was brought to Indonesia and now music is what lives her.

The atmosphere of the restaurant that was originally calm is now a little rumbling. Like a full moon descending directly on the doorstep of a restaurant, it is transformed into a beautiful spectacle that dazzles the eye to turn away from the dishes on the table. The young men all exclaimed in a rhythmic glow at the soul.

"Look over there" one exclaimed as he looked towards the entrance.

"Oh.. it's beautiful not to be upset, if Tsunami came I wouldn't regret coming here" said one of the others.

She is the prima donna, the most beautiful pearl in the suburbs. Named Delina Kaswarman the son of the city's mayor Kaswarman Purdirawan from his second wife named Sri Sujatmi.

Since birth he has lived in the suburbs of Djakarta, precisely in the only house that is most crowded there with his mother, who, one of her siblings is Raka Purdirawan who is currently 18 years old and several servants.

Today she is wearing a black dress. Oh her beauty is difficult to describe, presumably when depicted with something most beautiful even as if it will make a defect of her. Indeed, no one is willing to turn away from it because indeed the pearl is difficult to consider itself the most beautiful when it has a life when compared with the beauty of the young female virgin 21 years.

The originally calm atmosphere was now beginning to fidget, young women who are resistant to kamit mantra full of flattery by young men tambatan heart even focused on the female virgin who just came.

It looks like Delina's face is beaming like a person who has won the lottery, it seems that her heart condition today seems to be good because it is very difficult to meet in other days.

Delina came to a table near the bar "Well, look, you always bring surprise in every presence, I really envy you lady hihi" Tempta a girl of Delina's age.

"Who cares about them, I'm used to it." Delina's expression instantly changed, her eyes were squinted and her mouth was raised but it did not detract from her beauty.

She is Dinda's best friend Delina. She is beautiful, though difficult to compare to Delina. He is tall, slim and ideal, long black hair, beautiful eyes with lash ornaments, sharp nose (native standard), lips are not too thick but quite alluring, he said, ranum like a series of ripe fruit decorated with white teeth.

"I see today you look very happy Delina, hayo. tell me about your precious experience, as before hhi" Chuckled Dinda this time accompanied by a distinctive laugh.

Delina "Uhh is nothing, I'm just waiting for the answer of my challenge to the Secret Admirer, I'm just waiting for the answer, today let us see who he is who has stirred my heart with his beautiful verses and songs!" oh that smile so sweet it was again.

"Have you not gripped a few times disappointed, why this time you were so sure he would show up?"

"Oh you won't believe it, I threatened him. Let's see if she's that bold as to refuse my request" Delina gulped down a low-grade pot of liquor after saying so, it was Dinda's drink.

"Oh apparently the experience has changed you from the helpless girl to the little fox who is tough ya haha" For the umpteenth time Dinda chuckled and this time was very satisfied she teased her best friend.

In the middle of the witty conversation, a pair of eyes seemed to be watching from afar. His facial water seemed calm at first glance but unfortunately did not manage to perfectly cover the anxiety in his heart.

The young man repeatedly braced his heart preparing for something that would be a little different. He who used to be calm and not easily disturbed now down his morality, pale death adorned his handsome face.