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| lay down a while in champ elysee garden |
"Sprechen Sie Deutsch?" (Do you speak German?)
"Ist dies der weg nach to Bogor?" (Is this the way to Bogor?)
Mala immediately sat down, removed her sunglasses, and hugged him. Her father who had not been met. Her father is a German, had come to pick Mala in Eiffel. She was very nostalgic and want to tell him a lot.
"Guten morgen Papa. Wie geht es Ihnen? "(Good morning, Dad. How are you?)
"Good. Why you never came to see papa? " As he ruffled hair Mala," already busy ya now. Say you become a celebrity in Indonesia. "
Papa and Mala are both smiling. They talked about many things while visiting the Eiffel Tower, and out of the art museum and last visit Monalisa painting.
"Do you still love mama? Why never intended to reunited? We all miss you guys together again. "
Papa looked at faraway, can only smile like typical parent. "Mala will grown, then also you will understand. There are things that are better not to be together. Mama would have been much better. Now, tell me, is mama health? Aunt and your sister? You already have someone? "
She was in no mood to tell stories. "Papa, please give one piece of advice to tackle this thorny pa .."
"What makes the issue complicated is that man itself. You are making it complicated and convoluted."
Without further asked, Dad just said, "You just have to be yourself. Do whatever your conscience. That is what will make you happy, my sweet. "
Mala tried to absorb the words. Slowly, she took a deep breath and realized the mistake she had done. But how she should straighten out the error? How can she straighten it? You know, sometimes the mind is not necessary to resolve all the issues detailed in this world. You just have to try his best, then pray everything to God. He is the Almighty.
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March 2015.
That evening, little rain fell throughout West Germany, precisely in Frankfurt, home to Mala's dad. Mala decided to accompany her father a short stay for 1 month. Someon knocked the door with a 4/4 rhythm.
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| raining outside ... |
Mala went to open the door. "Hello, Mala," a man in black, his hair wet drizzle drenched the impression of masculine. Dio came to the front of his house. Dio came to pick her up as promised.
"I still have your last sms. No one being deleted. Everything about you I always kept neatly in my file. "
Basic handyman rag. The mouth of the crocodile. Always yield the sweet seduction. Papa had a long talk with Dio, and said he would bless their marriage without asking permission of Mala. Papa may already know her heart's content.
The end of March, their wedding will be held at the local mosque in Frankfurt with papa became the guardian of marriage. Mama, aunt Hani, and Rere (who complain in disturbed when a solid week of exams), came up with the first ticket to Germany to attend the wedding of her sister, Mala and Dio. Not to forget Dio's mother, father and young wife and sister of her stepmother all came to Germany. Twilight in March, in Frankfurt city limits slightly overcast, serene add their marriage. Sacred promise uttered in the name of love and courage.
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