A. N. S
Love Letter

Ngawi, July 28, 2006

Appropriate

Ninoto Koma's

di

my heart's bow

Dear brother,

After I followed this ospek my heart became flowery. Your face slips between the pores of this heart.

Beautiful handsome brother, let me get to know you further. Let me know your heart until your heart and your heart are united.

Brother Nino, from this day of ospek, I try to reach out to your heart. But I can't, because in every dream I think of you.

Your lovely, though,

your underclassman.

ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ

Hahhhhh.nyengir I read aloud and out loud the contents of the love letter for Kak Ninoto Koma. Shame is always this heart. My mouth and face were unable to see the gazes of the hall inhabitants of this ospek room. Everyone stared hard. No exception to his girlfriend the street goldsmith.

Cornered unbecoming of my heart, by the behavior that this love letter makes. Just the author of the love letter mengultimatum me,

"this love letter you can't open and you read it before ospek starts."

"O so here's the problem.., Kismi. Look at the cost I'll reply you. Shameful of the dead." I muttered to Kismi my boarding buddy who made the love letter. I didn't ask you to write such a detailed love letter.

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Back flash.

"Kis, my job is a lot. Ask for a love letter. I've never written a love letter."

"What do you do besides love letters ?"

"Many Kis. Just ask Beta it's a group with me."

"This is still told to make a skirt using all Japanese grass rope, make a chest nameplate, look for garlic that is still in a circle of 23 cloves must be intact one circle. We have to go find the ingredients to the vegetable stall. Haddeuuhhhh what kind of task... New entry has been diluted the same task. Help us yes, kis." explained Beta to Kismi who is different from the University with the two of us.

" Well, I'll help you two make a love letter. Leave it all to me. I'll finish it tomorrow morning. Okay..."

Bright we are excited, Alhamdulillah one task helped. Without thinking anything strange. Without thinking about me being bullied by Kismi.

Without a second thought tonight after guerrilla looking for garlic in the market Cows, which can be garlic clustered.

We give you two pieces of paper to write a love letter. Kismi received and stored the paper without allowing us to see, filter or glance at the contents of the love letter.

My suspicions had actually been cleared but I was swept far away. Cook yes already made is still prejudiced bad same temen itself.

I think the task is quite very very much get help it is very Alhamdulillah. In the morning after dawn, you still have to cook rice with a boiler and make a trasi sambal rolled Tanak rice until it is like grilled rice but not burned.

The trailer is like how it is, people I don't like. If you tell me to call Mom in the village embarrassed. Definitely scolded to have a daughter to disappoint the culinary world of ancestral heritage, can not make sambel trasi.

Hemmm..shame the martial world. Ahhh no ahhh.I asked the boarding mother. He must know what I think. After ripe the rice so sambal trasanya, ee it feels not wise made by my mother in the village.

Jiyahhhh really-excessive this me. Just embarrass my mom. If it's near him, I must have been on my head's beard with my mother. Forgive your daughter, Buk. (Only the memory of my mother is gone. While writing this story I cried remembering my mother who died 7 years ago). He made me stand strong like a man, even though I was a girl.