Scandal Compound Love
Episode 13's

About Tara

A hoard of frangipani trees with scattered flowers fell beneath it, enough to banish the sunlight that shone upright toward Tara who was crouched in front of a public funeral pusara at the end of the city.

He was solemnly menziarahi tomb of someone in that place.

Seen after quite a row of do'a-do'a was propelled, Tara's palm turned creeping stroking gravestones with pen scratches to form the name of his mother-SRI KEMALA, who died right on his birthday, eight years ago.

Tara is now 29, a year older than Austin, which means her mother died at the age of 21.

As silly and cheerful as any man is, he is still just a human with a red heart that is sensitive to loss.

The headstone he touched seemed to give birth to spontaneous suggestions that jolted his heart. The shadow of the mother's shady face suddenly flashed filled her head. It was a form of longing, Tara realized.

But the heart is still the heart, always sensitive to circumstances. Tara could no longer hold back the melt of water dripping point by point from the clear of her eyes.

"Tara kangen Ibu," he said, then he denounced the tombstone as deep as his love for the owner of the tombstone.

"You tombstone I can talk to you, I'll come here saben ari!"

HEH!!

That sound was enough to make Tara flinch. Quickly the man looked behind him.

Ngg ....

"Who are you?" tara asked as she wiped the rough wet on her cheek, then got up to her feet.

A girl, in a long-sleeved grey t-shirt, was paired with torn jeans around her knees. A pair of his feet on a white, strappy shoe that he may not have washed for two days. His long hair fell into the hole of the carpeted hat behind his head.

"Gue is just a lie!" sambar the girl was light. Seen his head looked towards the tombstone that is now behind Tara. "Sri ... Ma-la. Died at the age of 46 years," he revealed the writing on the tombstone. "Mr you?" tanyanya turned her face back towards Tara.

Tara bought it. "What's your business?"

The girl with almost equal height smiled. At first glance his eyes glanced at the tombstone, then back to highlight Tara. "Nothing, anyway!" The girl was grumpy. "Wind was whispered the cave. Gini said, 'hey, go that way! Lu must have taken a magical sight, '" he joked. "Eh, nyampe in here, it turns out there are tamvan nyang brothers again mewekin grave." The pace of chuckling kegelian.

"Ashm you!" Tara menhardik's. "Gua don't mewek, hoy!" it seems that he does not accept - more to cover his own shame.

And the girl clearly caught on. "As for you, bye!" said. "Hopefully two seconds later, the grave will answer your backstabbing, yak!" He shook with a mocking smile, then sauntered back on his butut bike, leaving Tara.

"Hoyy! Lu nyablak as good as udel cave banter! Now unplug no akhlak!" Tara exclaims.

Reaching a distance of several meters, on the mount of his bike, the girl turned her head as Tara stuck out her tongue, then laughed. "AKHLAK CAVE IS DUIIITT!!" he shouted back, then pedaled quickly his bike through the gap by the gap of the lined graveyard ledges, towards the exit of the area.

"Sick soul is a girl!" cebik Tara bobbing.

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Unlike Austin who prefers motorcycles, Tara chose cars as a means of transportation. The sedan-type car is not his legal property in private, but the installment between himself and the Austin Bule.

Not brothers, not cousins with the same great-grandfather, not one group of the same blood type, nobody!

Although glimpsed from any point of view they are much different, also the attitude in communication that seems to be from the origin of the cable, it does not change anything on the relationship of the two. Two in one!

"Old time, Le?!" Tara threw her body on one of the chairs where Austin had been sitting casually next to her - in a restaurant with a Sundanese feel.

"It's only been a second" Austin said.

"Sedetic nutmeg you!" hardik Tara grabbed a cup containing Austin's Americano. "Coffee is a drop like this!" The one he kicked back in front of Austin.

"Means your brain's still running!"

Tara tickled. A gas match was thrown at Austin. But the bule man seemed calm with the phone he played-not pengubris. "So seriously you!"

"Diem, Tar! Cave again sedain bini candidate."

"Just, Lag-"

🎼 🎼 🎼

Oh, hush, my dear .. it's been a difficult year

Trust me, Darling .

It's been a loving year

I'm a man of three years

Integrity, faith and ... Crocodile tears

Trust me, Darling .

So look me in the eyes

Tell me what you see ...

Perfect paradise, tearing at the seams

I wish I could escape,

I don't wanna fake it

Wish I could erase it

Make your heart believe ....

But I bad wild .. bad wild ...

Now you know .. now you know

I'm a bad wild .. bad wild ....

Now you know .. you're free to go!

🎼 🎼 🎼

Song by; Imagine Dragon ~ Bad Wild

Tara's mouth and ears were locked. Temple by verse the song that a busking woman was playing with her hollow guitar was really like bringing Tara to the cold of the beach air, or gently lying on a cloud.

"Why are you, Tar?" Austin had been watching his best friend for a while - using only his eyeballs.

Tara still bowed to her clamor.

His eyes, ears and heart are still tied to a melodious voice that still has not finished the song verse as well as his guitar quotes, in the middle of the room with a back to back position.

Now Austin is also interested in following where Tara's face is directed. Hm .... "Lu demen same song, what's the guy, Tar?" Because the shape of the high body with a jeans jacket owned by the busker in the hat was quite decent even though it was seen from behind, Austin's opinion as a bright reliable only.

"The sound, Le .. geez cave .. is very soft." Tara's mouth muttered to Austin's question with a bego expression, smiling in admiration. His eyes continue to focus on the busker who is now seen starting to go around thrusting plastic used packaging candy sack, table to table.

Austin just hung his shoulders in response. But he knew what song the tomboy singer had sung a moment ago. Very nice, his heart commented.

"Le, he's here, Le!" With a carefree look, Tara flailed Austin's arm in a quick rhythm.

"What the hell, you?!"

"Your money pinjem cave was here! The cave doesn't hold any cash!" Now his palms changed right in front of Austin's face.

"What sordid sack?" Austin asked rickety.

"Thank you, escort, Le! Elah .. cepet-"

"Excuse me ...."

The two men turned their heads towards the plastic that had opened in front of them, then looked up at the owner of the object simultaneously.

And ....

"ELU!" Tara and the busker were simultaneously pointing at each other with faces equally shocked.