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And, it really turned out. No need to look for a long time because his figure Haryati back present in Baturaden. It was early in the morning, about eight. Her pretty face looked tired, pale, and haggard.

“Oalah, Cah Ayu, why is this? Sick? Come in, come in...,” welcome Surtiyah, who first met her.

Haryati hugged the lover's mother and immediately cried as much as she could on her shoulders. Surtiyah rubbed the back of the Chinese virgin who was being wracked by it....

Tomorrow, Subagyo goes to Banjumari to see Liow Chou. After hearing the true story Haryati told yesterday, there was basically no other choice for her except to marry the girl to her son. For this, of course, you need to talk first with the father of the virgin. Hanafi wanted to come, but his father banned him. Worrying about how.

Turns out, “Serah! Who she's marrying, whatever! What to be is up to! This family already has no business with that dissident daughter named Haryati!” Liow Chou said firmly in his anger. This is what Subagyo got from Banjumari.

Yes, Subagyo also returned to Baturaden with the confidence that this is what He wanted. Marriage of different religions.

Summarizing the story, after getting blessing from the village elders who finally can understand the problem, Hanafi's marriage with Haryati was carried out without a party. After getting married, they went straight to Sedayu. That means, all of you move there. Because, there is an agreement between Subagyo and the elders that after marriage, his son must go out of this village in Baturaden on behalf of “differences”. What can I do. However, it's okay because Hanafi and Haryati happen to have a plan to move on when they start living a new life. Then, why Sedayu? I don't know, it was Haryati's choice. Consider it a wedding gift from her husband.

Concerned; her name is also a newlywed. Nothing is available yet, not even a flatware. But, like meeting a new toy, it is beautiful.

There, they contracted an ugly little house. It can be said to be just one strip above the hut. Hanafi money from Ko AMeng is still left, Haryati also brings a little supplies, plus nothing from in-laws who are clearly not belonging to the family. Collected, that's the initial cash capital. But, Haryati instead asked my dear Mas Nafi not to rush to find work.

“Let's go, Mas. Now it still exists..,” whispered spoiled, while embracing his friendly hero.

Confused also his first whiz. You see, frankly this is unusual. Usually, it is required to immediately get income. Or, disperse, hehehe....

“Why, Diajeng?” ask her.

Haryati smiles spoiled. “Now, I need love,” she sighs.

Hanafi nyerdeleh, “Oo yes, me too. But, money right need?”

Uniquely, Haryati shook her head while twitching her clear eyes like those of actress Dilraba Dilmurat. So, Hanafi floated in the clouds. Yeah, let's just fuck. He wanted the princess to....

Such is. Two months less, fuck her food. Until the bailout funds available have been absolutely critical.

“Diajeng, I think it's time. Our money is running out,” whispered Hanafi, at the end of a game.

Haryati mesem, “Plan Mas, how?”

Hanafi. Waduh, only now my dear sister wants to think of a plan. When the basic budget of the household stay setarikan again. Golly,....

“That time, Ko AMeng said I could go back to work there if the situation had subsided,” Hanafi replied. This is what came to his mind.

“In Banjumari? Don't ah,” Haryati directly disagree.

“Why?”

“Just don't...”

Hanafi smiled understandably, “Ya already, if that's why I look here only.”

“Do not...,” Haryati sighs again.

“Lho, why else? Is it safe here?”

Haryati smile. “Don't be a worker..,” whispers are friendly.

“Lah? How to?” Hanafi was surprised to hear this request as well.

“We trade only, yuk?” bring the adorable laughing wife.

Hanafi. A trade? Didn't cross this. Anyway, what can?

“Can we?” ask her.

Haryati laughed crisply, then kissed her husband softly.

“Masak can his son trader can, his trade can not?” she flirts.

“Hehehe...,” Hanafi chuckles. “Resid, his son is good anyway..”.

Haryati smacks her husband's chest. Then kiss again. It is as if the world belongs to both.

* * *

And, proved. Two days Haryati ragged in the Sedayu merchant community, Chinese and indigenous, knew he had capital. Very soft loan. It's so crunchy, that's it. Hanafi. How could? Borrowing money is not easy? Here, tender nian

“Kok can anyway, Diajeng?” ask Hanafi, curious.

“Can what, Mas?”

“This you know, borrow money really like a joke...”.

Haryati smile, “Most ah, stay by the way.”

Hanafi shook his head, still confused as it seemed.

Dilraba Dilmurat is further mesem. “Already, don't think about it. Tomorrow Mas Nafi please find a motorbike. Buy it, there's money. Continue, as per our agreement, Mas accompany me to trade. Don't be shy, traders should not be ashamed, hehehe...”.

Hanafi. Duh, don't be ashamed, huh?

Yes already. Tomorrow, unabashedly, Hanafi hunts motorcycles around Sedayu. He never had a bike, but he knew about it. His name is also male. Swivel around, finally can lead to ashar. After enough tests, the Honda-branded motorbike changed hands.

At home, Haryati welcomes. “Tuh, can trade..,” candles.

Hanafi. If the matter of buying is easy as long as there is money, which is difficult part of selling. Selling events is not as easy as buying. Aye, right?

“Tomorrow, we go to Solo,” said Haryati, after her husband put the motor.

“Solo? What do you want, Diajeng?” ask Hanafi.

“Search for fabrics in Klewer Market.”

“Oo,” Hanafi.

“Make motor..,” pinta the wife again.

“Hah? Ride the motor to Solo?” Hanafi.

Haryati nodded spoiled.

“Solo is far from here, Diajeng?”

“Iya..”

“Kok, Ride motor?”

“Biarina. Can't it be ?”

“Ya, can be anyway. Just, will be tired?”

“Ah, cook Mas Nafi tired? Yesterday there was no fatigue?” Haryati teases. Her lips were mesmerizing, her Dilraba Dilmurat eyes narrowed. Style, how is that.

In the morning, they left for Solo. The trip was in the style of calm. No, not slow, either. “Casual..,” says Rhoma Irama. If you are tired, rest in the shade of the roadside. There are plenty of rest areas along the way. At the end, use overnight stay at the Klaten area inns because of the drought when seeing goods in Jogja.

Finally, arrived at the famous Klewer Market. Actually, in Beringharjo Market, Jogja, there are also. But, Haryati has another shrimp apparently, that's why bablas must go to Klewer. There, he found a distant relative of his family. China is also.

Shocked it seems that the distant family heard Haryati's story of her love. However, they did not want to interfere. In fact, he wants to help young couples who are said to want to trade batik and these fabrics. Sure can, because Haryati's distant family is one of her mafioso fabrics at Klewer Market. Conclusion, smoothly. The distant family will send a package of merchandise to Sedayu. Haryati just accept there. All the room later, if the efforts of the wasted daughter Liow Chou have rotated steadily. Wuih, very steady.

When going to return, the distant family elder advised Hanafi, “Jaga well your wife. I was going to ask Ko Liow for ADong.”

Haryati smile. Her husband was a little sniffling. “Enak only, can not dong! Stepi first my corpse..,” grunts in heart. But, Hanafi was not really angry, knowing that this was just a joke. But is it clear the winner?

And, since his departure from Klewer has entered the afternoon, then the return trip to Sedayu kejatahan twice overnight. First in Klaten, second in Jogja.

* * *

Thus, Haryati also traded batik and other fabrics. Hanafi delivered and accompanied him. It is true that they filled the days of the initial struggle of their household life. Not renting a place to trade, Haryati said there was no need. He prefers to trade freely, move from one location to another or go to his customers from house to house. He said, the way so much more binding hearts between sellers and buyers. I don't know, but in fact they were quickly known as a pair of cloth merchants in Sedayu.

Fast, early on. Haryati and Hanafi are both aware that they have debt obligations. It must be resolved first so that trust is maintained. Then, one by one the debt was paid off. Next, they want to have their own home. A natural and human desire. Who wouldn't want to? So, the target continued digeber. Gradually, the savings fund collects. Until finally, entering the third year of marriage, they were able to buy a simple house that was seen as enough to complement the happiness that had been arranged.

Next, start charging. Actually not detained, from the beginning they already want to have children. However, for some reason, only after having his own home charging process was successful. The story, more round and rounder, until finally the first product was born. The male. My father and mother gave him the name Haryono.

Like playing volleyball or badminton, after the zero breaks, the next one is not as difficult as the first. Know-know two, three, four, and so on. So are they in this. “Know-know” comes Rani, Sulis, and Wati, with close intervals. Frankly, counting tokcer. And, it's not over yet, there's still a bonus. Born the youngest Akas. Given such a beautiful name because his parents are determined not to add anymore. Five, a lot of it. Opened male, closed male, three female gather in the middle of all. Achy, right? It's good to drink, but it's balanced with happiness.