When Love Remains Blind

C# 2. Mysterious Figure

At first Dika was the same as other male admirers of Delina, making a mailbox in front of the magnificent house of the Kaswarman family full every day. But sometimes instead of being brought in, he took the maid to the backyard to burn at Delina's request.

Yes, who, like, has no other job but to read all the letters that contain flattery, verses, love poems and songs, must be draining and will only waste time.

As if it was inexhaustible for all the men to make the suburban jewel impressed, various ways and various tricks were handed over until the US card (treasures, things, the precious items and jewels) were not spared to arm themselves who were already infatuated, but none of which applied value to Delina.

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Once upon a time, at night had left a cold wind, only a warm cup of coffee that kept Delina awake. While reading her favorite book, Delina felt not disturbed at all by the loud voice of the crickets, her eyes were very beautiful with lashes that continued to focus in the direction of reading as if the world belonged to her.

In his room on the second floor, in front of an open window, look outwards at the faint shadow of the back garden trees as if not bright enough to be shone by the moon, but full of confidence will be very beautiful to look in the light.

It also appears that the white wooden swing is now also faint in the shadows by the shadow of the leaves of trees that are quite shady. The spacious garden in the wall fort is like a separate entertainment for the Host.

The security problem of this gedong house is certainly guarded strictly by security guards, but even though no one wants to look for business with a distinguished family in the city center. Kaswarman himself is a great leader who is most reluctant and respected because of his services are very much, not infrequently he attended local events or just contributed to the construction of public facilities there.

But a little different from the crazy who did not care for the slightest danger despite having to hit the storm and climb the highest mountain peak, abstaining from dampening steps to achieve his goal.

On the South wall precisely from the direction of the white swing in the back garden there was a loud sound of the friction of the violin playing beautifully. Occasionally it let out a powerful squeaking sound as if it was intentionally luring a wolf out of its nest. But still want however it sounds violin that is very beautiful.

Where Dinda is located the sound is no doubt only a soft and faint sound but can still be enjoyed if heard carefully in addition to a quiet quiet situation accompanied by the chanting of crickets make a sound that sounds pretty clear.

'Oh very beautiful, this tone is so foreign but so beautiful, who did play it' Delina sat in awe.

He placed the reading book on the table next to his coffee cup. As if hypnotized immediately he went to the source of the sound, down the stairs with impatient steps, occasionally walking occasionally running around small so that he could get there immediately.

When it was near, the sound of the violin had indeed disappeared completely. There was a sense of disappointment but still he stepped here, in his examination around to at least make sure but in vain had to meet again with disappointment, no one and no sound whatsoever, left just quiet and quiet.

Checked once more in all directions until it was observed in the direction of the dim white swing. Fortunately he was a brave child who was not afraid of ghosts so it was not at all agitated to see the white swing swaying itself, near him but rather undaunted. 'which ghost banged playing violin as beautiful as that.' her mind.

'A letter, though! it must be from the mysterious violinist' Delina was back in her arms after taking a letter on the white swing.

"Miss why are we out on nights like this?" a guard came suddenly startling Delina.

"Ah. that's anu anu earlier I thought seeing my cat the white, it seems I'm wrong to see, I'm going back to the room" Delina gave an excuse while hiding the letter behind her back.

"Well miss, then I will continue guarding" The security guard immediately excuse me to return to duty around the house.

Delina immediately returned to her room, afraid that Mother would not find her there, while occasionally getting up and occasionally watching the situation around Delina continued to step up.

Arriving in the room he smashed the mattress and immediately opened the letter and read the contents of the letter from the mysterious violinist. Occasionally a single smile, occasionally a little glaring in amazement as long as he read carefully and over and over.

The content of the letter (The little flowing river does it boil in your heart? for in his flow I lay a piece of longing.)

His smile fell after reading the verse, no power whatsoever but to mark far into the clouds.

Delina had never felt like this before lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling of the room while imagining the beautiful sound of violin stirring up the sparkle in her soul.

Until long enough that Delina was awake until finally asleep with a smile that is still on its back. Her smile was so sweet at the time.