The ring of named

At first his face, not the slightest I would suspect this accident: falling in love! He was not handsome. Even his physical appearance may be called tangles. Must be only occasional long-haired sebahunya combed with fingers. And when my nose just inches from his body, nothing can get caught in addition to the smell of sweat that mingled with the smell of nicotine crust was terrible. He was a man who is always smoky.
He is also hard to put into a group of men are easily familiar sociable. Even I could converse with him in the real sense after almost desperate. The first day, I only get the insipid smile. I have not the slightest reason to get interested in him. The second day, we just shake hands, and I call my name, and he called his name.
"Ouw, I already know the name. You're pretty much writing an article about women's problems, right?"
I'm a little surprised, when it was previously thought if he would comment like that after I mentioned my name.
"I pretty much read your writings," I said, which he welcomed with thanks. In fact, in my heart I said, "Honey, you're not as warm as your writings. I think you're the one warm, attractive, will never run out of stories. Eh, it was almost stuttering in the" land "! The man who does not draw!"
But my disappointment is more than relieved when watching his performance in front of the forum. In between the moderator and the three people who dipanelkan speakers in the session, he is really a star. Suddenly I saw him with a new face, with a new freshness, with a new spirit. He no longer stutters, impressed even fiercely, though not segarang his writings that I've been recognized (note: then I know that so many of his writings I do not recognize as his writing because he writes with a pseudonym). Suddenly I saw his aura became so brilliant. He became very attractive, even very stimulating! I was in love. Very true words blood money, my friend, that the most sexy body part that is the brain!
So, as soon as he descended from his place, I rushed to greet her follow-up, congratulate him on his success as a speaker, and the most important thing is to satisfy themselves, suck sweat smell that did not matter anymore though mingled with the smell of nicotine crust was terrible that. This is the fourth day. And on the sixth day, I had already left the city with a myriad of address is: City of Culture, Student Town, City Gudeg, City of "Sex in the Kost" .*)
Fifth day, break time and lunch, I've become familiar with it. From the look in his eyes I knew that secretly he admired me. "Your question was very intelligent," she says. I'm not surprised, but a little disappointed. I wanted him to say I'm beautiful. Ah!
Then we talk while eating, drinking, and a moment later he became a man smoking. Cigarette connect-connect. But strangely, I'm more at home was nearby. Any time as more and more racing. Only stayed one day and night opportunity to live in a very pleasant place.
"After this inginmu into what room?" I asked suddenly, and I was surprised myself, thought he knew exactly what the motivation question.
"Actually, I'm already very saturated. They are only repeating long sentences. The problems longer. Old track. Pengin I still walk alone. Tomorrow is the last day. But ...."
"Can I come?""Oh, yes? Actually I want to invite Titok, but he came home this morning, got a call from his wife. He said there is something important that he should finish quickly.""O, that of Solo Titok it, huh?""Yes. Know him?""Know, mainly from his writings.""Yes, I also love to read his writings. I just knew him directly here, mainly because they have to share a room with him."
A moment later we were in a taxi. Around the city. Down on grilled fish stall, eating together, and then walk together. Tired, take a taxi again, go down, the streets anymore, so how many times either to replace the cab. Then, suddenly we were in the city center. People say, know the city is not complete without this one down the street.
"If I want to give you a sign of the eye, what do you want?" Thus the question, really surprised me! And more surprises me more is the answer spontanku, "Ring!"
"Oh, yes?""But it's not a gold ring. I wanted a ring of silver. You want to buy it for me? Then, as a memento from me, what should I buy for you?""Ring.""Ha?""I've got a golden ring, I also want to have a ring of silver, which is engraved on the inside circumference of your name.""Huh ...?""Is my request too much?"
I do not give an answer in the form of words to that question. But then I meet her request and filled my request anyway. We, each one getting a ring "named". There was my name in the ring for him, and there his name on the ring he bought for me. I feel very happy, if too excessive to be called happy. It's like when a kid first getting new clothes, or prizes from the father or mother. My heart flowered. Flower colors: red, yellow, white, blue. I almost jumped into the skinny chest. Try, if it's true I did and then he fell backward and lay in a state I was enthroned on the chest, how ridiculous. Hahaa, actually I want to say, "How dramatic!"
Then came the moment that it's sad. The event is over, and I must part with it.
"You're always in my heart," gombalnya."Ah, too deep. I want to be just above your chest," lucuku.But he did not laugh. Me too. We were really sad."Do not be bored, bored reply, I will diligently send you an SMS," he pleaded."Of course. It could be that I will send you more diligent.""Yes, send me rindumu.""Sure!"
At the airport I saw tears in her eyes. Unfortunately, we had to climb a different plane. There is compassion that pushing when we waved at each other. Equally waving his left hand, all to convince each other that we were wearing the ring named it in our ring finger. I'm sure he's not mince words. Like me, not being polite. Now, I was floating cluster of clouds parted, and then dropped sharply, as if sucked in the mouth of the bottomless pit: love!
I looked long form of a circular ring on my finger is. Then I took off, I watched a row of letters on the circumference of it, before I put anymore, I took off again, again ... I put thoughts and feelings become very busy. Like I have no power to control himself. Suddenly I've turned on the computer.
"Thing, Thung, thing ...."Ouw! That voice on my cell phone when receiving an SMS."I'm getting restless, anxious, and lonely. I miss you!""Oh, me too.""I'm sure, I love you so much.""I think, me too.""Oh, yes? We get married, huh?""Hm, you make a decision soon? I'm afraid you're drunk.""Drunk? I do not like to drink.""Drunk romance, I mean.""Ah, trust me.""I believe. But when are we getting married?""Right now!""Ha ...? Now ...?""Yes. I married you with all my love. Can not wait for me to call you as my wife.""Yes, I received love. I'm willing to be your wife, my husband!""Oh, my wife ....!""Yes, my husband ...!""Chpmshshmmmm ... ..!""Mmmmuach ...!"Again, in front of a computer, lingering stare at a ring around his ring finger this. Then, throw in the trash bag ring called the kubangga-proud over the years. And while occasionally reply to SMS "my husband", I began to write, "At first his face, not the slightest accident I was expecting this: fall in love! He was not handsome ... ."***