Tears would well up in their eyes as they recounted these tales and it was as if, for a brief time, their souls had been transported back to the villa...ges and groves of that ancient land.Afterwards they would all join together in a shared meal. The cuisine, naturally Lebanese.At these evenings, men and women sat together, although for the religious part they sat at opposite ends of the room. They didn't forget they were in a western country with children educated in western customs and beliefs.. Apa yang akan terjadi seandainya ia hamil nanti?“Ja-jangan di dalam… jangan… aku tidak mau hamil…” protes Anissa di sela-sela desahan nafsunya.“Diam saja, anak manis.” Sergah Pak Bejo.Saat yang dinanti pun tiba, Pak Bejo mengangkat kepalanya dengan penuh kenikmatan, ia melolong pelan dan bulat matanya berputar ke belakang hingga hanya bagian putihnya saja yang terlihat. Pria tua itu benar-benar mengalami sensasi kenikmatan yang luar biasa. Anissa memang kalah jelita dibanding Alya yang jauh. I generally was only concerned with the cars and trucks backing out on the same side of the lane I walked. I trusted the drivers on the other side to turn into the lane and not be a danger.A soft bump was still enough to knock me to the ground when the bumping object was a recent model black BMW convertible containing two dark-haired girls. I tried to catch my sudden fall. I scraped my hands on the ragged asphalt and landed roughly on my left shoulder. I tensed my body as if that would help. On the other hand, he wasn’t trying to win. He was saying “Shame on you!”He took his letters to the office on Monday and had them copied. He bought some envelopes and stamps and addressed them Monday and Tuesday nights. Then he mailed them Wednesday. He’d sent one to Dan, and they were standing together on Sunday when Grace Benton came up to him.“Really, Bill, you haven’t helped in the past.” Which was true.“True enough. I’m planning to reform. But I don’t want to stand around Wednesday night.