It was almost dark and still raining heavily when they arrived at the destination. A village with a dozen rumah.Ada the form of booths, there is also a semi-permanent. Electricity has not been touched at the foot of this mountain region. They are still happy with the torch or can buy oil, outboard lamp life. Its people are mostly farmers already understand how to behave to the adventurer from big city. They welcomed him with open, not commercialize the existing situation.
Say this village as a base camp. Because everyone who wants to explore the Bedouin village would have stopped at this village. Both the teen changed his clothes are wet. Hung on the clothesline. IWin issued his supply. Handed to the host for a dinner cooked them together. Yes, just a few pieces of rice and salted fish. That was the custom in sini.Para adventure must understand, that every meal arrives, the host of the ingredients of waiting for us to be cooked. They can entertain us eat from?
Outside the rain still has not stopped. The sound of thunder and murmur frog shouted, signaling the deities are bathed in kahyangan.Roy bamboo peering out the window, trying to penetrate the darkness of the legs of the rain that beat the red soil. IWin approached him in his teeth scraping rice. “Quiet yes, Win,” kataRoy quietly. “It is precisely this is what the atmosphere that I want.” “I mean, some twenty kilometers from here there is a brightly lit by the lively listrik.Ada with TV, cinema, and radio cassette. Ironic.” Suddenly in the dim evening of lively laughter. They saw two young girls running around happily at the feet of rain. Both head hidden behind a hat cetok wide. The two girls took off his hat and hook on the wall of the booth. Then the natural beauty of any biases in the dim light paste. Both girls smiled shyly to the two who watched their lelakikota
with amazement. Two mountains are beautiful girls like fresh vegetables in Cipanas-Peak. Their bodies healthy plump. What a beautiful glow. Her skin was tan and smooth glow. It is the result of friendliness and natural wonders. You guys, the girls of the city, would be envious of their beauty.
Time crawls on the village’s quiet night. The four teens were chatting in the halls. Their shadows swaying on cubicle walls. Which brings the story of city pollution, noise, falsehood, mercenary girls, the men greedy, and dreams in a peaceful village atmosphere. While those from the village to listen with a smile. Occasionally they seem nodded. Gradually the two girls were so accustomed to the mountains. The most striking gad ~ s hair shoulder length, Mak Lampir. He began to speak boldly speak frankly. His seat was so haphazard manner, such as accidentally show off the beauty of her thighs. “I once a year in Chicago,” his confession.
It turned out to be a year Mak Lampir factory workers in Chicago. It is now a lot of factories are replacing rice fields along the Chicago. The factories that suck up a lot of innocent villagers. Factories like neon lights, and laronnya, yes the village. Bantam possible so that people in the 21st century have forgotten how to use the hoe and plow. I returned to my hometown because it is not resistant. I cheated city youth. He say still single, uh, not him already has two children,
Apparently Mak Lampir are married and only lasting three months. She seemed merry widow. She’s still sixteen! And a long-haired, Yuyun, began to dare to open sound. This girl was, oh dear! She had divorced her husband two months. A year ago he was plucked from the city merchants. But five months of happy walking, her husband attracted other flowers, your own neighbors!
My friend, it turns out about divorce, according to two girls this joy, in this village, was used. There are twenty thousand only, can already reap the beautiful flowers here, they said laughing. Do not surprise me, if many young girls who already feel the beauty of the wedding night, then divorced after a few months away. Concern.