Bujang Hamlet
Meeting Foreign Women

The day when the hamlet harvest season looks quieter, after yesterday the coffee season is now changing durian season.

Tradition of the hamlet, when durian began to fall from the tree, oramg would prefer to stay in the cottage in his garden, to wait for the fall of durian fruit at night. Sometimes one family stayed for days in the garden, until the durian finished season.

At dawn Akbar had just returned from the garden looking for durian, then sold it to the market.

" Ainta nian.. deserted this hamlet.. already rich hamlet dead saje.... jeme de ade in huma.all la bekebun bemalam days there..." he said as he walked down a small alley to his house.

Akbar's steps stopped when he saw a beautiful woman with clothes that look dirty and random flutter in confusion, he was like so foreign to the condition of a quiet hamlet.

He noticed it well

" It's not a hamlet jeme... sape yes...???" gumam Akbar.

Akbar ventured to come closer and asked, it seems like the woman needs help.

" Where am I..why is this quiet hamlet of cake no occupants...??? am I lost or am I in another realm...??? ahhh is this a dead hamlet...???" muttered The woman alone

" Excuse me yuk kemane...???" akbar asked kindly as he approached her.

The woman looked shocked and a little wary of the presence of Akbar who arrived.

" I'm sorry where ya mas kok is composed here deserted very. rich uninhabited.." asked the woman confused.

" Come on this kemane...???" asked Akbar again, asked even behind his nanya, his grunts

" I am Rere mas not ayuk..."

" Aisss anta nian betine ni.. ditanye even answered dide clearly.." grumbled Akbar again.

" Kaba ni yuk is not a hamlet jeme... nak kemane aimnye...???" once again Akbar asked in a soft tone

" Hahhh mas can use Indonesian just not. I don't know what I said..."

" This is the Jawe people for sure.call me mas mas mas.." Akbar commented in his heart.

" You want kemane...???"

" I'm not kemane mane mas. I'm lost. I'm confused this is where why this village is rich there are no inhabitants. but most certainly my name Rere not ayuk..." the woman explained herself.

" In the place where we call Ayuk it's not a jeme name but a call for an older sister." explained Akbar.

" Ohh, kirain lu sotoy nebak my name ayuk..." The woman was a mangosteen understand

" BDW where the hell is it...???"

" It's in Lahat yuk... Palembang Sumsel.ayuk is now in a remote village on the slopes of Mount Dempo..."

" Anjiiirr far away very much I discarded nyampe here.. really brash tuh si Qiu loleng.gue in expansion out of the real island.." umpat the woman made Akbar more confused.

" Keep the purpose here why...???"

" I'm lost.. I don't know the way home..!!!"

" She's a mane...???"

" I am from Jakarta but native to Java..."

" Don't Jakarta it's Java...???" Akbar looks confused, often he meets people who model kek gini

The people of Jakarta do not want to be said Javanese, Bandung people also do not accept to say Java he wants to say Sundanese, is not Bandung is West Java...????

" Yes right, just our dialect is different, or arguably our tribe that distinguishes.if Jakarta is the betawi tribe if Java is the Javanese tribe.." explained the foreign woman.

" We are Sumatran cognate. although our dialect is different example of Medan and Jambi is different blm Riau not yet Bangka..." akbar protest, chat that is not too useful actually, according to the author is the right of each

To be considered anything important remains one Republic of Indonesia.

" Yes the point is that. if I'm not wrong but hehehe.ntar deh I clearly if I've inget right.." grinned the woman looks fun, it seemed like this foreign woman was so friendly and sociable.

" Ehhh, by the way, this is a villager where the hell is... how lonely is it...???"

" Pantes this village kek kampung kampung died yes... deserted...!!! You can help me...??"

" Nulung ape yuk...???"

" I don't know my way home from the accident and I don't want anything. I need a temporary place to stay until I can contact my family to pick up...can anterin to the house of Mr. Rt or who might...???"

" This is done ade Rt yuk pak Kadus..."

" Well, is it the same..."

" Ok I take kaba kesane.ayo follow me.." take Akbar to the house of Mr. Kadus located in the middle of the village.

" Yuk ade self-identity or ape for self-introduction...???" tanya Akbar in the middle of the road

Rere just shook his head slowly

" I've had an accident, my purse bag and all my clothes are..."

" So this is a plane kak kemane...kok can mpei here...???" Akbar is still in love with this foreign woman who introduced herself by Rere's name. He's still wondering what's going on

" I want a vacation.Temen me but I got lost and stranded up here." he explained flat.

" Pity also this sutek jeme ee.. beautiful beautiful but lost..."

" Who's name were you, we haven't met..."

" I'm Akbar yuk..."

" Ohhh yes Akbar.thank you for coming to Kadus sir's house, you are a polite and kind child." said Rere.

" Emang already famous yuk if I am jeme ilok.. politely and intelligently..." Akbar praised himself, it seemed like Rere's praise made him forget himself

"Jeme ilok is what...????"

Along the way Akbar many cross paths with people in his village, Rere a little relieved because it turns out this hamlet is not a dead hamlet.

Not infrequently also people look at them with full question and curiosity, but Akbar only responded with a smile while bowing his head sign to pay his friendly greeting.

" Handsome young man... kind heart .." said Akbar boasting, then giggling indistinctly alone.

Rere just a mangosteen mangosteen unsuspecting Akbar's words.

" Now that's the house of mr. kadus yuk. briefly I allow kadui.." pointed Akbar at one of the houses that building is the best among other houses, although the stage house however looks more elegant and luxurious.

" Assalamungalaikum.." said Akbar greeting.

" Mr. kadus ade jeme lost. die would like to ask the help of mr. kadus. to get him to stay here sir..." Akbar to do point explains his purpose and purpose

" Ade her identity...???" ask Mr. Kadus

" Dide sir.he was in an accident and all his belongings were gone..."

" Ape kaba sure she did lie...???" mr. Kadus looks a little wary

" I'm sorry, mr. Kadus, I met you on the street.he said that the Jakarta slave wanted to please stay overnight in the room, sir, kadus mpe pacak his friend picked up.." explained Akbar.

Mr. Kadus is seen weighing for a moment, while carefully assessing Rere.

" Ao lah.ajung la enter...!!!"

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How did you get to this episode already more interested in Akbar...??? it's the time Rere was stranded in a foreign language huh....

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