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3. the style of the tree

The other day, “Good day, Mom,” heard a greeting at the fence. Surtiyah who was winnowing rice, looked up. “Good day,” are friendly, then gasp. Looks a beautiful Chinese virgin, her narrow eyes look swollen. “Search who, Cah Ayu” he asks.

“Sorry, Mom, is it really here Mas Nafi's friendliness?” ask the dara.

Surtiyah gasped again. True it turns out his guess.

“Betul. Who is this Cah Ayu?”

“I Haryati, from Banjumari..”.

Hearing that, Surtiyah rushed to bring this special guest of her son into the house. The rice show was postponed first.

Inside the house...

“Mas Nafi is where, Bu?” ask Haryati.

“Being in the garden, same father. Momentarily, I ask for help to tell the children to go there,” said Surtiyah. He went outside, asking for the help of a boy playing around to tell this to the garden. The boy sped up quickly after receiving a piece of money. Surtiyah returned home.

“You drink what, Cah Ayu?” she asked.

“Thank you, Mom. Later, I am not thirsty,” replied Haryati.

“Ah, not good Mom. Soon yes..,” Murtijyah will move again.

But, Haryati held back, “No need, ma'am. Thank you.”

Surtiyah who was already standing sat back down. They looked at each other, and silence came.

“Eem..., has Mas Nafi told you?” Haryati opened the conversation.

Surtiyah mesem, “She's dating, huh?”

Haryati blushed, noiseless, but “answe”. Surtiyah.

“What time is it from Banjumari?”

“Tadi dawn, Mom. I know the address here from Mas Nafi's friend in Ko AMeng tempe factory,” replied Haryati, all complete.

Surtiyah mangosteen again, her eyes looking affectionately at Haryati. Stared at like that, Haryati lowered her head.

“Bapak both his mother know that Cah Ayu is here?”

Haryati raised her face, then shook her head.

“Oo, don't know? Why?” Surtiyah.

Haryati continued to shake her head slowly, her eyes looking teary.

“Ya already, Nduk, I understand kok,” said Surtiyah, slowly.

Haryati continued to sob....

Soon after, Hanafi appears with his father. Both Hanafi parents were understanding, immediately leaving the two young people who were distraught. Haryati immediately cried longing in front of the jaka. A moment later, when Haryati's cries began to subside...

“Diajeng...,” Hanafi said slowly, “already, do not cry continuously.”

Haryati raised her face, smilingly looking at the jaka. Glad he was called “Diajeng”, that's-the affection of Mas Nafinya. Since they began to connect, Hanafi called Haryati as Diajeng aka “adik pet”.

Until finally Haryati subsided completely. Hanafi smiled, Haryati also smiled. Smile at them while looking at each other. It feels like a magnet.

“How are you, Mas?” Haryati opened the conversation.

“Good. What's diajeng?”

“Not good, objection misses..,” Haryati grimaces sweet.

Hanafi grin, “Kan, deep in the eyes close at heart?”

“Nggak ah, want to be close in the eyes close in the heart,” the virgin sulking spoiled.

Then they smile at each other again.

“Same father Which mother, Mas?” ask Haryati.

“It looks outside, next to home.”

“Okay, I'm not feeling well. Meet first, yuk.”

Hanafi. They also moved to the side of the house. As it turned out, Hanafi's father and mother were there, sitting together in a bamboo bale. The father shahdu twirled the prayer beads while smoking the kelobot, the mother chewed betel nut. Both are silent in broad daylight.

“Pak,.” Haryati greets daddy lover. Subagyo and Surtiyah both turned their heads, then smiled. Replying to the smile of the Chinese virgin.

Haryati moved closer, greeting Mas Nafinya's father. “I Haryati, from Banjumari,” he said, introducing myself.

“Iya, yes. Ayu it turns out yes, Mom?” subagyo said, easing the tension of the atmosphere. Surtiyah nodded her mesem, Hanafi was proud.

“Ah, this Mr...,” timbal Haryati, shy.

“Indeed ayu coke. Isn't that right, Naf?” Subagyo teases her son.

The middle of Hanafi is getting wider with his father's check. Then, they laughed together, slowly. Next, the conversation began. Haryati who told a lot because it was asked by others....

“Oo, so. So, the family there disagrees?” Subagyo responds to Haryati's story. Actually, he already guessed this, guess easily.

“Iya, Sir. Especially my father and eldest brother.”

Haryati and Hanafi looked at each other, strengthening each other. Sang jaka understood that it was time for him to perform.

“Pak, Ma..., I used to be the same father Mom once said that I was it was time. Now the candidate is already there. Yes already..,” said Hanafi, between dashing and nervous, then back wide.

“Ya already, yes already..., good at you. Weighing numplek in Haryati all,” sambar Surtiyah. Actually, he objected to the virgin's Christianity. Haryati told me about this. That's all the weight, the others don't exist.

“No, Mom. I'm ready,” Haryati said, steady.

Hearing this, Surtiyah was somewhat stung. Same “edan” turned out to be this ayu with this nice light.

Subagyo laughed, all of you took over the ball, “You're just as mature, you're old enough. Adult means not children anymore, adults have thoughts and decisions. Don't just the delicious part, the bad part must also be understood. It is easy when it comes to marriage, which is difficult to align two hearts. Taking care of one heart is complicated, let alone two, hehehe.... No one else is different between you. Understand, right?”

Haryati and Hanafi both nodded.

“So, don't be greedy, think carefully while there is still time, but still there must be a decision. If you just think about it without a decision, it's the same as lying the name. Whatever, want A, B, or C, how good you say you are going to live; who does not participate in the most difficult can only be discordant advice. The decision is on your own. Clear?” Hanafi and Haryati nodded back. Subagyo smile.

“Already, now the young ones have events, the old ones also have events. Please choose, young ones want here what in the living room?” she asked.

“Here, Sir,” replied Hanafi.

“Inside only, Mas,” timpal Haryati, spontaneous.

“Hehehe...,” Subagyo chuckles again. “Hayo, what's the decision?”

Hanafi and Haryati woke up, and then they were both mesem. “Ya already, inside only,” said Hanafi while still smiling.

“Really? Already this way?” Subagyo tease.

“Iya, Sir,” Hanafi and Haryati replied, fitting in together.

“Well, this is the name of the decision. Which later, the big one, should also be like this, huh?”

The coolie nodded, with a smile.

In the living room, Hanafi and Haryati again talked about their problems...

“I'm ready, Mas. I am ready for hard origin with Mas Nafi,” Haryati reassured lover. “Just one, about religion. Please let me remain a Christian, Mas Nafi please remain Islamic. That's it, the others are not a problem.”

Hanafi let out a long sigh, looking somewhat mused.

“Where, Mas?” ask Haryati.

Hanafi looked at the lover who was also looking at him, then smiled sincerely. “I love you. If for example Diajeng is Islamic, I love you. For example, Hindu, Buddhist, or Kong Hu Cu, I still love you. I can't afford to lie to myself about this feeling.”

Haryati flowering bloom, “So, how about, Mas?”

“Ya already, agreed. On religion, proceed according to their own beliefs. About love, both of us. I see, right?”

Haryati smiled again, “Kids later?”

“Sama, we release according to each other's beliefs. Religion is not a forced business. Everyone is free to choose their religion. Want no religion is his own business, because his responsibility is also alone. There is no model of rame-rame responsibility in this affair.”

While still smiling, Haryati's eyes glazed over the words of her lover.

“This must be a storm, Papa has really threatened to throw me if it is still related to Mas. But, as I said earlier, I am ready,” the virgin muttered, after a moment of silence.

“We face it together, Diajeng. I am also ready,” said sang jaka.

Haryati took a long breath. “If you are the same Mom about how, Mas?” he continued to ask.

“Ndon't know. But, like Diajeng, whatever it is, we keep going. Yes, right?”

Haryati smiled, “Just don't use no fuss, Mas. I think you are a good mother, unlike Papa and Mama who do not want to know at all. Just keep threatening. Suitable does not fit, anyway..”.

Hanafi grimaced handsome. “Anyway, we walk on,” he muttered.

Haryati laughed sweetly, just so sweet it felt in the hearing of Hanafi. Seer slid the forest honey as it flashed across the throat. Heemhs...

This young talk continues. Haryati said her family must have come to pick her up. Must know, can address from Ko AMeng or friends Hanafi there. I don't know when it's coming, maybe today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. After that, the war was at home.

“ Anyway, we play anyway too,” Hanafi strengthens the hearts of lovers.

“Indeed Mas Nafi dear to me, so?” haryati Fishing line. Want to be combined, her name is also a girl.

“Uuh, anyway...,” Hanafi said, shaking her head slowly.

“Ah, rubber. Guys are so,” sigh virgin, spoiled.

“But, like, right?” Hanafi does not want to lose.

“Ah...,” the virgin laughs spoiled. Anyway, understand him....

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