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On their 57th date together (she always counts), the sky is covered with clouds. It is starting to rain even though the weather was pretty nice just moments ago, but she doesn't really mind because he is holding her hand and pulls her closer to him whenever he could as they look for a temporary shelter. "Why does it have to rain at a time like this?" he protests to no one in particular when they finally found a huge tree and stand underneath its leaves. "I'm so hungry. Ichiraku better not close!" He sulks, pouting, and Hinata softly laughs at his funny face. "I hope it lets up soon," she says with a smile. Naruto smiles back as he agrees with her, and she thinks under the canopy of pale green his eyes look all the more blue. His smile grows just a bit bigger, breaking into a toothy grin when he takes a step forward. He turns to look at her with a gleaming face, and she doesn't have a clue as to why his eyes twinkle or why he gently, carefully pulls her hand which makes her also take a small stride. She doesn't know why he looks up, letting a stray raindrop that slips through the little clefts between the leaves lands on his forehead. "Hinata," he utters. "Do you want to have some fun?" Before she could process what he means by that, she is suddenly pulled away from their current shelter and into the rain. She feels his grip loosened, and watches as Naruto (her Naruto, she tells herself happily with tingles all over her heart) drenches himself amidst the downpour, drips of water rapidly falling down the tips of his hair. But he laughs and twirls and jumps like it doesn't matter, stepping on puddles and spraying water at every direction. "Naruto-kun, you'll catch a cold!" she chides. He replies her worried look with a big grin. "Then we'd catch the cold together," he says, and she thinks it makes sense, somehow, because she is also standing under the rain with her clothes soaked just the same. Still, she wanted to object, but he catches her hands in a swift motion. It doesn't help that he is also peering at her intently with his face standing so, so close— "Dance with me." And he moves her along before she even knows it. She can hear his laugh loud and clear even in the middle of the rain's harsh sounds. She is taken into his rhythm, again, her thoughts completely dissolved in everything about him. He takes her into a different world, always does. He washes away her worries in mere seconds when she herself can't. He fills her up with courage and makes her believe, like she can really stand up strong or do anything she wants. He makes her feel the happiest. Sometimes, she likes to imagine being with him for all her life; for her to have him as the first person she sees in her mornings, to have those dazzling, enchanting pair of eyes accompany her 365 days times infinity. She wants to build a small-but-comfortable house, one day, and have lots of beautiful children to tell stories to—she wants to watch shooting stars, to take walks in the park, to laugh, to live, to grow old together with him. She loves him. Then in the middle of falling crystal drops, the center of the world, she blurts out her thoughts through shivering lips almost accidentally—her words tumbling, her voice uncharacteristically louder than usual: . . "P-Please marry me, Naruto-kun!" . . (—step, step, stop.) Naruto pauses, no longer moving around with the pitter-patter's rhythm, and looks at her with wide, vivid azure eyes that she has always loved. She feels her heart pounding as she gasps for air, breathless. Her cheekbones are dusted with scarlet colours and there is this huge urge to simply cover her mouth and flee. A part of her regrets her sudden (probably awkward) proposal, because what she said was too daring and silly and it was anything but romantic, certainly not like how she had always imagined it to be. She is not even the one who is supposed to ask his hand in marriage—it should be the other way around, shouldn't it? The man proposing, not the girl! But the other part of her wants him to accept her deepest wishes, so it hopes. Hinata is afraid but curious as she tries to read his seemingly startled expression, the silence becoming a tiny bit more unbearable every millisecond. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, perhaps still trying to process her earlier statement, but his eyes never leave hers. She wonders if he feels uncomfortable, or angry, or embarrassed, or perhaps she should just take everything back and leave— Then suddenly, he laughs a strident, unrestrained laughter that makes his nose crinkle and his whisker-marked cheeks flush. Hinata can't help but feel a little embarrassed—well, really embarrassed. Here she is, standing under the rain and soaked to the skin, shivering yet feeling a little warm from the rush of blood that runs through her veins. "Hi—Hinata," Naruto mutters in between mirth. "You're really weird, you know?" The girl feels a fleeting pang in her chest, a brief pinch on her heart. She should have expected this, she thinks, since her proposal was so sudden and had no preparations whatsoever. But he grins, which makes her question if he is really rejecting her (or maybe it's just his way of politely refusing, she figures). Then slowly, he approaches her. (—step, step, stop.) He closes their distance until he is only a hairsbreadth away. His lips are curled up in a big grin, his radiant eyes searching, shimmering; they are all that she can see under the grey-white sky. She feels flustered, baffled, and with Naruto, she begins to learn that she should always expect the unexpected, because his every action always manages to surprise her— —like now, as he suddenly wraps his arms around her petite figure. "Really," Naruto chuckles. He pulls her tighter into his arms as he whispers, affectionately, in her ears: "You're the only weird person in this world that I would marry." . . Hinata found herself lost, then, in this sort of indescribable bliss. Through the relieved, happy tears on the corner of her eyes, she sees her world explode in bursts of kaleidoscope colours. On their last date, it is raining sakura petals. The trees are blooming, beautifully swaying and rustling from the touches of wind. There are a lot of people around her today—her dearest ones. But despite the joyful gazes and vivid surroundings, however full her little heart may be, at this moment she can see only him. His whisker-marks are the slightest shade of crimson. The glowing smile upon his face and the sparkles in his eyes tells her that he is truly happy. She feels the warmth that his calloused hands emit collide against her own, which is comforting in a way since her heartbeat is almost erratic from the nervousness and sheer, pure happiness. "I do." He tells the world that she is his, and she feels her lips turn into the widest smile. She looks at him with all the love she can give. "I do." I do, I do, I do. And she knows that their every moment is a treasure; a unique blend of a thousand colours that make an unforgettable journey. All the wait, the sorrow, the joy, the fun, the littlest bits of happiness— Everything is worth it. . . Fin.
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NO CHARGE FOR LOVE A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls He looked down into the eyes of little boy 'Mister,' he said, 'I want to buy one of your puppies.' 'Well,' said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, 'These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.' The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change And held it up to the farmer. 'I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?' 'Sure,' said the farmer and with that he let out a whistle. 'Here, Dolly!' he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight as the dogs made their way to the fence, The little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up.... 'I want that one,' the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, 'Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.' With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, 'You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.' With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully handed it to the little boy. 'How much?' asked the little boy. 'No charge,' answered the farmer - 'There's no charge for love.'
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The Legend of Lake Batur A long time ago,there lived on the is land of Bali a giant-like creature named Kbo Iwo. The people of Bali used to say that Kbo Iwo was everything, a destroyer as well as a creator. He was satisfied with the meal, but this meant for the Balinese people enough food for at thousand men .Difficulties arose when for the first time the barns were almost empty and the new harvest was still a long way off .This made Kbo Iwo wild with great anger. In his hunger, he destroyed all the house sand even all the temples. It made the Balinese turn torage. So, they came together to plan steps to oppose this powerful giant by using his stupidity.They asked Kbo Iwo to build them a very deepwell, and rebuild all the houses and temples he hadde stroyed. After they fed Kbo Iwo, he began to diga deep hole. One day he had eaten too much, he fell a sleep in the hole. The oldest man in the village gavea sign, and the villagers began to throw the limes tone they had collected before into the hole. The limes tone made the water inside the hole boiling. Kbo Iwo was buried alive. Then the water in the well rose higherand higher until at last it over flowed and formed Lake Batur. The mound of earth dug from the well by Kbo Iwo is known as Mount Batur.
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