Reincarnation Love
Episode 9

The seats in the BAAK sitting room began to be filled by students who would conduct Minangkabau cultural research to Negeri Sembilan.

Those selected were deliberately collected there in order to get an explanation of financial assistance and allowance to be obtained during the later research period.

There was a BAAK lecturer and staff who entered the room greeted by Saidah and Dai.

Shortly afterwards also came a publicist from Pinba company who became a sponsor of financial financing during research in Negeri Sembilan. Pinba Company is one of the subsidiaries of the parent Dai and Doa group.

Saidah as the chairman of the study allowed the lecturer to give his opening speech at the event.

Students greeted him enthusiastically. While Dai and Saidah who both sat apart from the other students were talking to each other.

“Negeri Sembilan will be waiting for them,” said Dai starting that conversation with Saidah.

“I can feel the nuances of that arrival, this is our dream since a long time,” Saidah replied smilingly.

“I also felt the same way,” Dai said moments later.

“I used to have ambitions like this, but failed because there was no sponsor who wanted to finance the trip,” Saidah said reminiscing about his past.

Dai wanted to respond to Saidah's statement, but the lecturer who gave the speech was finished, Saidah then went forward to invite Pak Samudro PRas Pinba to convey matters related to travel assistance.

“I was almost desperate,” Saidah said after sitting back near Dai. He continued the previous conversation with Dai which was interrupted when Mr. Samudro had started the conversation earlier.

“I can feel that despair right now,” Dai continued. Somehow he remembered Rahmania's marriage which made all day think of it.

“Thank you, I can now only breathe a sigh of relief, today's incident for me came too soon. Even all of this is able to cover the sense of almost despair of the past.”

For some reason Dai felt the same way, he felt the same fate as Saidah, only that he really had been desperate because of love in the past, he said, now it feels like he wants to have a new love with the woman sitting next to him.

“We are happy, if we could be together,” said Dai muttered in his heart.

“What are you thinking,” asked Saidah suddenly.

Dai was only astonished, just in case Saidah knew his way of thinking.

“I just think of this event as a great success and useful later, and I want this kind of event to be regenerated by the next student,” replied Dai trying to disguise his surprise.

“Alright, we will herd this event together until there is the next regeneration,” continued Saidah later.

Dai was stunned to hear Saidah's answer, like a meaningful answer, an answer that indicated Saidah was also thinking of him.

Moreover, Saidah looked at him meaningfully with a smile of sincerity, Dai then looked into those eyes deeply and shook each other's hearts.

Meanwhile, the show is also over, too, the euphoria of the students who were there welcomed the warmth when their names were announced leaving for Negeri Sembilan along with the facilities that will be obtained during their time there.

Dai and Saidah smile at each other's actions, smiles of satisfaction.Smiles that greatly make them feel peace with each other.

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In the crowd of the Anai Valley waterfall, Rahmania stopped the blue bird taxi he was riding. The taxi pulled over on the side of the narrow and winding highway. The taxi driver who was his subscription was told to wait in the taxi. It is not just the beauty of the river without a pedestal so plunging freely down it makes a stop. According to the information of some friends of Dai who can be trusted in Jakarta. Dai in Minangkabau not far from the Anai Valley waterfall. He built a villa in Pariangan and built a mansion in Pariaman.

On the edge of the road that is bounded by cliffs quite steep on the left side and a river full of forest on the right side, some food vendors approached the taxi driven by Rahmania. They jellily offered the food. Rahmania developed her smile on them.

“Pak, get here!”

Eventually Rahmania dropped the choice on the oldest of the men. The old man approached Rahmania. With a tray of food on it immediately thrust into the presence of Rahmania.

“You buy how much, Dek?” the old peddler took out a clear blue pouch as a food wrapper. Very deftly a few pieces of cake slide into the plastic, although the buyer has not given a cue.

“What is this food called, sir?” Rahmania who had never seen the food before paid close attention to the shape of the food. It looks like a cake with the size of a palm and the way it is cooked like baked. More uniquely, each cake is based on waru leaves. So that adds to the smell of the cake.

“Bika his name, Dek” replied the peddler. His eyes glimpsed the appearance of the monk. “Not a Padang guy huh, Dek?” continued the man with a question.

“I'm from Jakarta, Pak.”

“Oh.. This bika is a special dish of Padang. In this region people love it very much and are quite famous. So buy how much, Dek?”

“I wholesale that is on the tray yes, sir,” said rahmania decided and his hand immediately reached into the wallet that is available in the bag he tote.

“This much,” said the peddler was excited. Immediately he picked up a larger pouch tucked on a tray.

“Fruit for brother, sir. Here I was looking for his address,” Rahmania handed me a white paper with the address of Dai, which he got from his friend in Jakarta. But less complete. Even the taxi driver he brought from Padang did not know the address he meant.

“Pariangan Village.”

Rahmania rushed into the taxi waiting for her. The address description given by the bika peddler was enough to make him feel satisfied. The details of the address he wrote down on a piece of paper, and gave it to the taxi driver.

Taxis glide on slippery and wet road asphalt. The typical air of the cold mountains ambushed Rahmania's body as taxis increasingly tread the uphill and winding road with a fairly sharp bend. The more the air gets colder. Rahmania snatched her jacket that had been provided from home.

From inside the car glass, Rahmania unceasingly observed the natural conditions around it. The lush mountain trees with the clumps swarm from one branch to another. Even the beaver dared to sit on the side of the road while sneering at the rider who was staring at him.

Pariangans. A taxi driven by Rahmania had driven them to the village gate. A very beautiful and beautiful village was drawn from a distance earlier. The village is located at the foot of Mount Merapi. Slow down taxis climb the village road whose houses are based on the architecture of the rumah gadang.

Right in front of the small shop, Rahmania stopped the taxi he was riding. Inside the stall the middle-aged woman was busy with stitches in her hands. For the sake of seeing Rahmania's arrival the hooded woman stopped the stitches in her hands.

“Buy what dik?” greet the woman is friendly.

“Buy drinks, Mom. The cold one is.”

Rahmania was a bit stuttered. Actually he came down just wanted to ask. About the existence of Dai and Prayer. To see the hospitality of the shop's waiter, he decided to buy some bottled drinks, asking.

“Bu. What does this young man know?” the twin photos of Dai and Prayer were handed over to the woman guarding the stall.

The shopkeeper watched carefully. Then he shook his head. “Sorry my eyes are a bit blurry when looking closely,” said the woman while rubbing her eyes.

“I take the glasses first in the drawer. Let it be clear,” said the woman while pulling the handle of the drawer in front of her.

“Wah. Know me the guy,” said the woman seriously after wearing her glasses.

“This child is ready for them?” ask the woman curious. The glasses are then removed and put them back in place.

“My brother from Jakarta,” sahut Rahmania breathed a sigh of relief. Although a little lying about his true identity. After all, it is also not good that he was frank if he was his ex-lover to everyone who was asked. Could not be good. Especially in the land of people, whose customs and customs are still thick and taboo to talk about certain things.

“Vilanya not far from here. Ride the climb a little, on the right there is a second level of dark brown. Fenced black. The nicest villa in the village,”, said the shopkeeper.

Hearing the mother's description Driven the thought that arose in Rahmania. How much the desire of the Dai brothers to live in this Minangkabau. It was no problem to build a luxurious villa that their father had easily done in his own mother's village. The problem is, of course, there are many village flowers that attract the attention of Dai. In a moment, he will be forgotten.

“Vila they Bu.”

The mother nodded. “Almarhumah Their mother married a conglomerate from Jakarta. Hence it is easy to build a house building in Pariaman and luxury villas here. The children often stop here just shopping or distribute alms to people who can not afford that he met here,” continued the guard stall, continued, while turning a smile to a father who had just stopped by his stall.

I saw another buyer coming. Rahmania says goodbye to the shopkeeper. One more step he will arrive at Dai's villa. Two hundred meters taxi ride from the stall. It is not difficult to identify luxury villas as characterized by the guard of the warung.

Rahmania approached the luxury villa's gate. Then a man approached him.

“From nil adiak8?” ask the man in the language of minang.

Rahmania was only confused by the language of the thirty-year-old man, but soon he asked about Dai and Prayer. “I Rahmania from Jakarta is looking for Dai and Doa.”

“Oh.. I am the guardian of this villa,” said the man.

“Dai and Prayer are there Sir?”

“They're not here, they're off for college. So being returned to Pariaman,” said the villa guard in Indonesian with a thick minus accent.

“Can I know his home address in Pariaman?” ask Rahmania. He did not know if Dai and Doa had a home in Pariaman, news that he could secretly from his friend they only lived in a magnificent villa in Pariangan Village.

The guard then told in detail the location of the house occupied by Dai and Prayers in Pariaman. Not to forget he gave a business card containing the address of Dai and Prayer in Pariaman.

Seriate.....