This story begins without a letter sender or a knock on the door, ushering in a stream of water in every walled street..
A 13 year old girl can call her name is Riyanti, the girl is sitting and looking at the cellphone she is holding with a smile of her soft hand shifting every part of the picture she has.
Look at the picture from the country of the Asian subcontinent that she loves so much, this girl is now admiring a Mahabharata story that airs on TV, no longer is Lord Krishna.
The sound of raindrops sounded casually dripping on the ground, while the breeze was breezy in this Christmas month.
Yes, Christmas is coming soon and so this story begins, at 11.30 moving second by second it's time for lunch.
Krett...
the sound of the door opened, and a father approached her..
" Hey,Riya.. What are you doing? Come on,it's time for lunch."said dad
"Oh yes dad,i was just playing my phone,okay wait a minute, i'll charge my phone,"said Riya
"Okay." Said dad
The dining room feels cold, the wind blows these bones, it's not wrong if this month feels cold the rainy season has come in this December.
"Hmm..smells good ,dad ." Said Riya
"Yeah,of course.. This is Indonesian food." Said Dad
"Yes Dad,I love it."Said Riya
She is the only child her father has, even though her brother is gone, so was her mother who died last year, but her father loved her very much, and the sadness passed with a smile of gratitude to god.
Lunch was over, and Riya sat on the terrace of her house looking at the sky,and enjoy the trees that dance in the cool weather this afternoon.
She rose from her seat and poured hot tea from the kettle into a small cup.
"Umm,so very hot.. " said Riya
Sheme took a slow sip of hot tea as she sat back on the terrace.
Today is a holiday, and yes it feels so comfortable with the weather like this calm and relaxing.
Father looks busy with the garden and his broom, yes her father is very diligent in sweeping the floor of the house, always looks clean without a trace of dust.
"Riya...can you help me?"said Dad
Dad's voice came from the front yard..
"Yess dad..i'm coming!! " said Riya.
In The Yard..
"Can you get me a broom and a shovel?" Said Dad
"Okay,yes i can.. Wait dad." Said Riya
She went to the back of the house and got a yard broom and shovel, and gave them to her father and helped him.
Time does not feel it already shows the afternoon, and its time to take a shower. after that as usual she watches tv.
"Uff..this is so boring." Riya muttered in her heart.
"Oh hmm,India series.." Said Riya
She focused on the Indian series that aired, and immediately she was not bored anymore.
The flow of the land of a million colors has flowed in her blood..
if at this time every mouth says that it is too old-fashioned and oriented towards the eastern country it's their right ..
but not for this girl she only loved the homeland of Mahatma Gandhi.
the clock rotates so fast indicates it has been night, and its time to sleep.
The girl turned off the tv, and went to the bathroom, after which she grabbed a glass and drank water then she went to her bed..
She pulled her soft blanket and closed her eyes slowly towards dreamland.
Waiting for tomorrow when the sun wakes her up.
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