My Love Was A Wind Then
The return of the goddess

Whether he is lying or not I just believe what he says , the feeling of comfort and respect by him has begun to appear in my heart , I feel only Indra mas can understand my situation in any condition he is ready for me ,.. only Indra appreciates me when everyone excommunicates me and vice versa for her I am valuable in her eyes.

The smell of masculine perfume attached to his body mas Indra managed to make me feel more at home lingering chat with him.I like a man who is fragrant and neat , very in accordance with the type of criteria my dream husband .

Mas Indra is very different from the lover Hendra mas Kak Dewi who really appreciates someone because money is not from affection, Indra mas actually humbled himself even though he came from a rich family , I am very lucky to have friends like Indra mas rich people but not shy to get closer to people who are far from the word perfection.

yes, I am the type of woman who likes a man who is fragrant, clean and neat, how can mas senses fit my desires . Because I think the smell of eskulin man can attract his might, especially if leaning on his shoulders or physical contact must be washed away made , ' he said , low self-esteem and kind hearted I have felt soft from his talk even his sense of caring as if I am his wife when I am just an ordinary friend care about the conditions I experience.

our sitting position facing the front, mas Indra is right in front of me but it feels like I want to get closer even beside him , sleeping on his shoulders while telling me about my heart may be very relieved but because he is nobody to me and I have no special status to him I still control myself not to be too open with her, let alone over the reasonable limit.

I noticed his face was very handsome like his mas Indra there was a blood arab blaster so his face was like an outsider, tall, white, wearing a black shirt and jeans made it look more fantastic. During our chat he showed a picture of his brother but I think he is more handsome than the others 5th child Indra mas he is 4 out of 5 brothers.

mas Indra like comfortable with me, our conversation that has discussed where is very far from connecting .

"De Saturday we go to the cinema together "take him with me

sipping a cup of syrup and smiling at me.

" I don't like watching mas , sleepy there haha" I don't like watching movies .

"have we shopped and bought what you want" he bargained again to me

Tangent what I have to say to Indra mas, it feels good when there is someone who cares about me .

he is the one who treats us but on the one hand, Indra is also not anyone I am not a boyfriend or husband.

" yes mas later I will tell you again, because I also have to take care of my mother at home "subtract me subtly with Indra reasoned because mother , actually it is a sin to carry the role of mother but want more than the Indra mas continue to force.

" i'm sorry ma'am, I sold my mother's name for a lie" I felt in my heart when my mother was like this I lied to her.

time has shown at 5pm ..

it did not feel very fast passing, and Indra mas permission to go home because he had to prepare to be ready to enter the work shift night .

"De mas go home first yes, leave goodbye to mother and father ade , ho yes talk ade more beautiful original 3 than in the photo" hmmm gombalan mas Indra never released her .

"adehhh mas Indra likes excessive times, ugly gini in say beautiful "my words while putting on a shy blush face and looking down does not dare to look at her face , mas Indra's eyes are very sharp and his gaze is very difficult to interpret .

" right mas de , mas do not lie , beautiful face ade natural not because of powder reservation, rarely mas see beautiful women natural kayak gini.." he continued again , my face is like a red tomato blushing as a result of enduring the shame of what Indra mas said.

I looked at Indra's face with a happy smile because there was someone who praised me for what I was.

" thank you "my words with Indra mas while smiling with him

"same de , yaudah mas want to go home first yes, later when mas come again" he said while waving to me to shake hands.

"okay mas ". I returned his hand and there he clasped my hand tightly and looked me in the face and said...

"De before we go home, we can not be together to remember our memories "... mas Indra took a photo with both of his hands not yet separated even he pulled slowly so that I closer to his body he embraced my shoulders and "kekrekk'!!" the first photo was taken successfully, now I feel like more than a touch of Indra mas..

" mas go home first yes, thank ya de , the syrup is made ade delicious times" he said as he raised his hand from my shoulder while waving his hand to the chest with me.

I just smiled at her words, Indra passed by and occasionally looked back at me..

when the shadow of her left I felt like I had lost a warm figure in my life.

my body is leaning against the door of a smile of its own, maybe there is a first time to praise myself.

I took a shower because it was late afternoon while taking a bath arrived my mind was reflected in the face of Indra mas, the fragrance of the perfume was also still imprinted in the front room. I hope someday I get a husband like Indra mas, good, handsome and appreciative of my parents and myself.

tock.tok..

the bathroom door knocked

"why mom"?

I'm sure it must be mom because it's just me and mom at home.

I opened the door a little and peeked outside because I wasn't ready to take a shower ..

"what's wrong, ma'am"?

" So the goddess called mom said she wanted to go home, you keep the attitude as if mom had no story to you" I thought what she looked like about the goddess.

"hmmm.." My response was lazy with mom and I closed the bathroom door again.

keep attitude? what am I doing with him should he keep the attitude and keep the conversation not me, upset to hear the words of mother just as if mother spoiled sister goddess so that the goddess stepped on the head .

shower finished ... when you want to wear clothes, someone knocked on the front door and hurried out of the bathroom

"where the hell did mom come who did not open the door"love me from the heart...

I dry the towel and wash my feet so that they are not stamped where.

tock.tok...

"yes for a moment" I shouted from inside

klek ..(open door sound )

Oalah apparently the culprit who came "my curse from the heart turned out to be the goddess who hit the door from earlier

"open the door aja slow time like a conch aja you" not fit to go not go home always talk like heart

"yes, I took a shower" I answered while walking towards my room.

"take my stuff to my room I'm tired" he ordered

" take your own hands, "I replied back from his words.

" hooo so you have not receded anymore with me "sister Dewi ngoceh while following me in the room.

"yes, I'm just trying to figure out what my mom says isn't anyone else" I pressed my words so she wouldn't be like me.

dar!!!!

my bedroom door slammed hard from the outside, she didn't accept what I said..

he could have likened me to a mother who would just shut up.