Sagaras
Season 2

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Ibun's offer to ask him to come to the village in Terima SyahRaa without being forced and it was seen from his smile that immediately made Ibun feel relieved. Because, any mother really feels hurt when the two children she raised lovingly are being broken by fate.

The same feeling was actually felt also by SyahRaa because slowly he had to dare to step in the other direction even though he actually did not want to.

"Meet by accident, put a sense of arriving and then releasing by force," shirih SyahRaa while playing the key ring early on he met Christ.

All like a flow that flows, starting from the falling goods who would have thought the hearts of both also fell to a sense of comfort so very powerful.

The smile was no longer bitter, starting from a week 3 meetings, now gradually became 1 time. All processes are enjoyed so beautifully by the couple of different beliefs. No longer forcing for one to give up in order to be together because the longer, the love for the creator is much greater. Including today, SyahRaa said to go to the place of worship Christ, the thing he always did because in front of the building there is a garden and artificial lake that is perfect for the two of them to exchange stories.

"Be careful on the road, don't go home at night" said Ibun, not worried because he knew his daughter was watching a lot.

"Yes, Bun. Brother departs now yes, but if until evening brother has not arrived, brother to the main house yes," he replied directly to Madam Pradipta.

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SyahRaa left in her luxury car, before she stopped by for a while to buy Christ's favorite drink, while there was time she would still do her best, because if separated later, then, he wanted a smile on his lips to remember their togetherness, not a chest-stifling tear.

Two cups of drinks are now in the hands of SyahRaa, he got off his luxury car and sat in a normal place, whether this is a coincidence or indeed fate because the place is always empty even though it is always crowded with other visitors. The empty gaze towards the lake made SyahRaa repeatedly sigh long, but he had not had time to throw it was shocked by a touch on his right shoulder that was none other than by a small pen. Christ will not carelessly touch SyahRaa with his hands whatever the reason.

"It's been a while?" ask Christ.

"Not yet, about 10 minutes maybe," replied SyahRaa while looking at the small clock on her wrist.

"Sorry yes, there was a business for a while" Christ replied as he put a guitar to his side.

"No, today I hold the guitar" chuckled Christ.

One thing that makes SyahRaa fall in love is a multitalented Christ, he can design some musical instruments and sing for some women would consider it a romantic thing.

"It's your drink, I'm here and you want Pamit."

"Pamit? where, Raa?" christ asked immediately sounded panicked in his tone.

"Obviously, go home. There is an event, and it's not good said Ibun if I don't come because Aga does not want to come too he said," explained SyahRaa who can always tell anything to Christ without exception.

"Oh, where do I think," replied Christ who was relieved.

"Why? aren't we going to be the same? don't tell me you forgot" said SyahRaa.

"How could I have forgotten, if only I could have lost it later that day." Christ's little laugh was simply in reply to a knotty smile that was somehow due to what. Pleasure or pain is now all the same.

"For what?" ask SyahRaa.

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