Scandal Compound Love
Episode 30's

People's comments about his nickname have been swallowed like drinking water. Too ordinary. He just likes it. A simple and sweet call, as sweet as the smell of a children's shampoo whose brand is similar to the call itself - results in the giving of someone who had enough of a place in his heart in the past.

Didy is taken from the insertion of the middle syllable of his original name-Kandyla. The girl who accidentally met Tara in the grave and continued in the restaurant. Remember that?

He's just an artist who's a dust collector on the streets. Nangkring on the bus downstream and homecoming while kicking with a shabby guitar quote he got from a friend. Sometimes, he also dips into cafes and small street stalls, to earn more money - at least so is his form of fighting. That's also if you don't have to throw out the owner of the business.

Kandyla is tough for a woman.

"You want to take a shower, there's the bathroom." A small door tucked into the side - let's just say the kitchen, appointed Kandyla while lowering her tired body to smash down. "You want bobo, here with me!" Swipe an empty pillow on his side.

"Yes. Simplest. You take a quiet rest" said Jasmine.

"Lo told me to die?! Pake said rest is quiet!" spray Kandyla as she grabs a shabby roll in the corner of the thin mat she is now lying on.

Jasmine simply smiled with a small trinket responding to her. "sorry. Not that either."

"Yes, I'm bobo, yeah, Jas."

"Hm."

The little red suitcase was placed Jasmine in the far right corner of the room next to Kandyla's plastic closet. With a smile still on his lips, he lowered his body and sat leaning against the wall.

"It's a good choice, I've died from the time of Mang Mustache still have a mustache!"

Kandyla's line when calming her down on the bridge earlier, made Jasmine chuckle thinly without a sound. It looked serious, yet the selection of the humorous word she had taken, was enough to be another injection for Jasmine.

"But the cave thought, life is not about the road in place! The cave must run, or rather run, so that it can nyampe to the mountain where the shady trees that have hammock-nya cave can reach."

What kind of parable is that?

What does Kandyla describe with a hammock?

The tranquility? Or does he want to go on vacation to the mountains?

But in contrast to before, Kandyla's advanced sentence made Jasmine's expression turn into a faint smile. He did not know yet, how the real life of the busker girl. Judging from his cheerful attitude, does he have a problem?

Maybe it was just about an ideal, Jasmine thought.

As for himself, the problem of his life is not as simple as a sense of desire. Not the kind of chewing gum that is thrown and stuck in the hair of people passing by, held accountable. If it was that easy, maybe he would be willing to cut his own hair in order to replace the loss of that person.

Ever since the departure of her family, Jasmine's life has been about chaos and conflict. How can be likened to Kandyla who seems to be just happy even though living alone.

Accepting the difference and the circumstances, without feeling, Jasmine's tears came back.

Imagine what else will happen in the future. And now she's with Kandyla, the housekeeper who's even still contracted.

Would he just trouble the barbarian girl?

....

Nah!

Jasmine straightened her head, wiped her wet cheeks from the rest of the melted tears, then said reassuringly, "I have to start everything from here!"

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In the afternoon.

"Lo sure you want to come with me?" Kandy asked doubtfully.

And a confident nod was shown Jasmine. "Yes." Yeah."

"Lo can sing .. maen guitar?" ask Kandyla while lifting the guitar and then put it behind her back.

"Oh yeah, let's pull it!"

Jasmine's first trip following Kandyla began on foot, along the sidewalk, and ended at a market.

"OK, Jas! Tu kiosk meatballs again rame. We sing there, huh?"

Jasmine only nodded as the information from Kandyla's mouth and forefinger led to what she said.

"What do you want to sing?" kandyla asked at a glance to look at Jasmine, then began to position her guitar in front, ready to play.

For a moment Jasmine seemed to think, then chirped after reaching for the result. "Angels also know, Goddess Lestari," he quipped a moment later. "Can?" the question is whether Kandyla knows the key to the song.

This time it was Kandyla who made him think. It looks like the tomboy girl reached into her pants pocket, picked up her phone and fiddled with it. "But the cave is looking for the chord." In a few moments he seemed busy playing the smart thing made in India his.

"The cave knows. So melo. But the key to the guitar, I get it right."

Jasmine was just a beard, waiting.

The two now sat on the edge of the wall surrounding a tree in the middle.

Some time the song stanza and chord was taken Kandyla along with the guitar of course. Her lips seemed to twitch singing in a voice more like a gargling person. Then ... "Okay, Jas, I can do it! Come on!" It happened half an hour later.

With wide steps, the two walked towards the meatball stall which was quite crowded with afternoon visitors.

Jasmine's appearance was quite casual, her long hair was tied round to form a midget, with jeans and a short-sleeved ash t-shirt, her pair of legs in Kandyla's sponge flip-flops. While Kandyla itself, as usual with his style, long jeans torn, combined with a short white shirt wrapped in blue checkered flannel.

Everyone's attention was now on their way, as Kandyla began to recite her opening recitation as usual while busking inside the booth, bus and others.

One sweet quote of Kandyla's fingers on her guitar began to sound. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the sinking. And it sank even more as Jasmine's voice began to be heard entering the song's verse filling the tempo.

Kandyla was even stunned.

"A soft voice, Anjiirr."

He smiled happily while continuing to focus on key by key as well as his guitar quotes and shuffles. Also of course everyone who watched it in the booth, almost no one was highlighting the view in another direction.

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Time is 20.37.

"Crazy, Jas! Our money is a lot of malem." The last sheet Kandyla just tipped on his pile of money. His face seemed to be excited to enjoy the money count that was a little past ordinary. He and Jasmine are now sitting on a bench in the wood in front of a closed shop. "Your sweet voice really brings blessings!"

Jasmine smiled happily in response. "Thank you."

"Gue can not be bothered with the tirade of Mak Kontrak again if every one of the money dapet this big!"

Jasmine looks flinched. "You're scolded by Contract Takes?"

"Often!" kandyla said with a big smile, as if there were no burdens. "But I'm immune!"

If he could be like Kandyla, maybe his life wouldn't be this messy, Jasmine thought a little regretfully.

"Nine hours I have to work, replace the bin Bang Ale! You want to go back to the contract, do you want to come with me?"

That statement was quite shocking to Jasmine. "Work? Work moreover?" tanyanya wants to know.

"Jaga coffee shop at the end of sono street!" Kandyla. "There's a Javanese yak, a cave?" the stick then chuckles. "When yes!" And then it becomes a tickle.