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OPIUM OF LOVE

"Sangar Rias Bu Sardi, received bridal makeup, graduation, circumcision and art." this sign stands firmly in the yard of a joglo house that I said was very antique.

This traditional house typical of Central Java stands firmly in the middle of a spacious courtyard, around one hectaran.

It was a little far from Dian's house. The location is quite close to the city's grandest football stadium.

The atmosphere of this house is very cool, the edges are covered with bad boy plants as high as half an adult body. In front of the joglo house there is also a trunk of rambutan tree that is bearing fruit and behind it there is a tree trunk of water guava which is also thick fruit.

I felt at that time, Dian is not a person whose life is ordinary. I'm a bit inferior actually, having known Dian more deeply.

Behind the joglo house, I saw two cars parked neatly. One was an eleven-passenger car with a diamond symbol on its front muzzle and another, a seven-passenger Japanese SUV.

When I parked my bike in the back of the house. Dian hast invited me into the house.

Inside the house it turns out that the living room is designed as a place of makeup and salon, everything looks complete. From curly hair tools like a large helmet hooked on a pole, there is a shampooing chair and even a chair to clean the nails of the guest nails.

Not to mention in the middle room, there are 2 large cabinets containing a complete collection of custom clothes or bridal clothes hanging neatly.

I followed where Dian pulled me. It turned out that Dian took me to a room in the middle room. There is a bed but half of it is filled with basket of application baskets and fabric batik that may be for various reception events.

So innocent Dian took a chance in the middle of the sunyinya this house. Dian turned out to pull me into the room, Dian immediately******** my sentence expired before I could ask.

My lips became wet, because so wild this one figure of air. But I don't see her at all like a cheap chick, I think there's still a graceful side to Dian in spelling out my lip line.

After feeling satisfied playing around my face, Dian immediately looked at me.

"Help me settle everything." Pinta Dian.

"Yes, I'm sure to help. Let's finish quickly." I replied.

"OK, I'll give you a bonus." seduced Dian.

Without further ado I took control of the room. Dian took over the front.

I don't know, actually I don't understand as well, what kind of concept Dian. But I think, yes I just sort it out so it's neat.

After finishing tidying up the side of the room earlier, I switched to the middle room. It turns out Dian is checking the condition of the dress dress and clothes hanging neatly in the closet.

She looked meticulous, checking the dress one by one. Sometimes I hugged her from behind. But I greeted him with a touch of sweetness on my lips.

I can still control my emotions. Because I know I am a guest.

"Teens... Teng... Teng... Teng.." The twelve bells suddenly startled us both.

It turned out that the eletric bird embedded in the wall of the middle room of the joglo house had shown at 12 noon.

Sayup sayup I heard the sound of adzan dhuhur reverberating. Since I had forgotten the prayer schedule a little since Dian was at my boarding house, I immediately went to the bathroom in the house to take ablution.

Then I did the service in Dian's room and I left the door open. Only with the feeling of where the Qibla is, do I move by movement until my obligations end.

When I turned around, I saw Dian sitting right in front of the door where I was praying. Guess I think Dian must have known clearly what I was doing in that room.

"Well, praying ?" ask Dian.

"Yes Yan, sorry. I'm using the room." I replied.

"What the hell." she explained. But this time he looked a bit moody.

"Well, why are you ?" ask me. "Capek is it ? Here I am a pijitin."

I also walked behind the chair that was sitting. I pinched her shoulder slowly, Dian also enjoyed my massage. Then I haven't had three minutes to scold Dian.

"Ndre, here." asked Dian while pulling my hand, so that I could stand in front. The position of Dian's face became exactly facing my stomach. After that, Dian hugged me again. Her hug so tightly signaled that there was even something Dian was thinking about.

"What do you think ?" I said to Dian.

"Ndre, if that's what you have to choose." Dian's voice softly. "You prefer your mom or me ?" ask Dian.

Hearing that question I immediately aligned my knees on the floor. I rubbed Dian's hair bangs that had almost closed her eyes.

"Dian, I will definitely choose my Mother. Because without his sacrifice, I can't necessarily meet you." I replied.

"Ndre, you knew before that I was different ?" Dian continued the question again.

"Honestly, I don't know Yan." I replied.

"The real me already knows, Ndre." explained Dian. "My mother was just like you. That's what made me choose you."

"Kok you know," asked me.

"Yes, my own mother told me the same story as Ndre."

"Oh yes." I innocently accepted that answer. "Keep, why is it like this ?" ask me again.

"I just imagine if that day comes, you will go which way." Dian explained.

"Just yesterday we were Yan, your question is now so heavy." I joked.

"Honey alone, three days ago yes." protested Dian.

"Oh yeah, forgot." I replied.

"Ndre, promise me." ask Dian again.

"What is tuh ?" sahut.

Dian immediately brought her face closer to my face.

"Don't be naughty again like last night." explained Dian.

I don't know, I don't understand what Dian means. I just answered with a smile.

"Ok, if you don't insist." My answer, I hope this word hits Dian's heart.

After all the rooms we thought were neat, we then switched to the yard.

Seeing how many rambutans there were, I immediately climbed the tree.

Dian shouted that I was always careful, I agreed. Little by little rambutan fruit that is closest to me, I pick and I ask Dian to collect it below.

Dian looks so happy. He seemed excited to collect the rambutan fruit that I accidentally dropped. And once in a while he asked me to pick the fruit that he showed.

After gathering a lot, I rushed down.

It was so, after knowing I had finished picking the rambutan fruit. He rushed to take the basket to the bathroom. Apparently Dian wanted to wash the fruit first.

When it looks clean, Dian and I eat the fruit together in the bale next to the house.

"Sugary too, the rambutan." praise me. "Why do you often reap the heck Yan ?".

"Tau, Chris Mas really males if asked papah pengikinnya here" said Dian.

"Oh.. Slum."

One hour does not feel I enjoy rambutan fruit with Dian in this bale. My eyes are heavy and sleepy. I didn't feel like I was asleep either.

"Mother.. Nduk..." Dian woke up and I woke up.

It turns out that when I fell asleep in this bale bale, Dian also fell asleep. Just the panic, Dian slept while hugging me before Mas Chris woke her up.

"Oh sorry, my dear." answered me.

"Opo Mas" replied Dian.

"Koe invited mamah, mrono mlebu ning jero sik." Said Chris Mas. (Sorry, because Dian always calls Mas Chris. I also went with Dian, calling my sister-in-law with Mas Chris).

"Whattt, Anjrittt !!" panic in my heart.

I was just dumbfounded, already do not know how to when Dian began to move into the joglo house. I don't know myself, Mas Chris has been here as late as when. It turns out that the ashar time has arrived, it seems that if everything I feel is in order. I'll be home soon.

After telling Dian to enter the joglo house, Mas Chris immediately left me.

His guts were ordinary, he immediately stuck his motor gas and did not know where to go.

Fifteen minutes passed, and Dian had not returned. I began to panic, I was afraid that Dian's mother did not like the behavior of her child's friend. Plus, my clothes were just a squishy t-shirt with jeans ripped big around the knee. Not ideal, for a future daughter-in-law.

After almost half an hour, Dian finally called me from the door of the joglo house. Dian told me to come in to see Dian's mother.

I also approached Dian and headed to the living room. In the middle room, Dian's mother seemed busy tidying up the new dress dress she brought to be hung back into the closet.

Seeing me and Dian entering the room, Mother Dian told me to sit in a bridal chair in the room. Dian's mother sits in the bridal chair and faces Kesaya. While Dian rushed to the room, I don't know what task Dian got from his mother.

"Andre, seriously the same Dian ?" ask Dian's mother.

Instantly I instantly pale when I got that question from Dian's mother.

"Serious Aunt." I answered accordingly.

"Old man Andre, what's he doing ?" ask Dian's mother more intensely.

"Oh, my dad's a Aunt entrepreneur. If my mother is a nurse." I replied.

"Oh yeah, which hospital's nurse ?"

"In one of the Private Hospital in downtown Bandung, Aunty." answered me again.

"What business is there, Ndre ?"

"In Commerce, Aunt." I replied.

"Oh yes trader." explained Dian's mother.

"Yes Aunt. My father was a native of padang sunda actually. My mother java manado." I said more clearly.

"Oh, yes. Aunty mah is only pure Java and papah Dian is also just java cilacap." explained Dian's mother.

"Andre has known Dian for a long time ?" keep him on again.

I was confused, what to answer. At last...

"I'm Dian, Aunt" I replied.

"Oalahhh, pantesans. What semester is Ndre ?" ask Dian's mother again.

"This is the title of Aunt's thesis. May the year be over." I replied.

"The spirit of Ndre, Aunty Doain is best for Andre. I often play here."

obviously Dian's mother.

The phrase "Most often play here". This sentence feels ambiguous to me.

"Whether I'm condoned or not to play too much, I mean." dilemma in my heart.

"Thank you Auntie." I just answered that.

After that answer, Dian's mother was again busy tidying up the clothes that had just come to put in her closet.

I was still sitting in that chair, I was confused how I should be. Until finally I ventured to help his mother Dian.

"Let me help, Auntie" I said.

"Think need to kid Andre, if you want to help maybe follow Dian aja yes." replied Dian's mother.

I finally caught up with Dian in the room. It seems Dian was having trouble raising the application basket on a storage mezzanine that was as fleeting as the plavon in the room.

I asked to change positions, I was in the top position up the stairs to put the equipment into the mezzanine while Dian under the stairs prepared everything that needed to be stored.

"Yes, what's Ndre ?" ask Dian.

"Oh, you're just saying I've eaten or haven't prayed" I joked.

"Emang yes, ah... Seriously !" Dian whine.

"Hahaha.." I also laughed at the funny expression of this youngest child. "No Yan, you were just talking about my college." I explained. "You ask me to finish the lecture immediately, then immediately propose to you Yan." seduce me.

"Then anyway. Feelings, you don't talk about that, same time I was." Dian felt strange.

"Yes, that's all about it." I'm clear again.

"Oh yeah, then." Dian finally gave up.

"You yourself are called mamah, what is Yan talking about." I asked.

Dian hasn't told me yet. Dian's mother even asked for a farewell.

"Dian... Mom go home first. You don't have an afternoon here. If it's tidy, sneak home yes" said his mother Dian.

"Yes mah. At 4 am Dian will be home. In a minute." Dian answered.

"Ndre, auntie farewell first huh. Stop by the house, Ndre !"

"Good aunt. Thank you." reply me.

Dian's mother went to leave us both in the house, we were together to deliver Dian's mother to the yard. It turns out that Mas Chris has also come again to take his mother Dian home.

After piggybacking on Mas Chris' bike, Mom and Mas Chris disappear at the intersection.

"Come, Ndre. Let's tidy up a little more, keep going home." take Dian.

I see Dian still looking very excited.

I started to feel weak and hungry.

After finalization and verification room by room has looked neat. We hurried to leave the unique joglo house.

"Unique.. Unique where the hell is it? Uniquely like a joglo house that we often see when going to Kudus or Rembang. Joglo which all ornaments come from teak wood and the roof is often called pancu."

(connecting.).