ADINA & FATE

13. Colletan Terrace

A tone covered his nose that was still holding the kitchen knife, the aroma burned in the stove fire with a frying pan on it containing boiling oil made a loud enough sound when the salted fish was put into it, the more piercing the kiss.

Warm sweat was also busy wetting his forehead between himself and Miss Marimin who will prepare lunch later.

coincidentally, he was able to help cook in the kitchen.

Itung-itung will know more, oh this loh! fragrant from the baked terasi and the salted fish fried! who might be able to sedate someone who rarely kisses him, can make people faint! amused his heart to remember himself who was indeed nauseous.

Tone immediately towards the kitchen door with the nose still covered, although it is strong heart to keep the feeling of Miss Marimin but what is the power of her stomach is getting nauseous.

It felt like his breathing plong was released when his hands were lowered, but only for a moment, it seemed like the aroma inside still followed him until it soared high carried by the passing wind.

Tone smiled shyly at Fate was drawing the well water laughing at his attitude just now.

"So in your house can be a complex one!" Fate by putting water in a plastic tub in the bathroom.

Nada nodded her words of Fate.

it seems like Himself with all his career in the kitchen help his wife Pak jaja anyway! very rarely! found baked terasi and salted fish.

And it seems that rarely does he trace the aroma that is smelled by him from around the house.

Ever so! but far down the street from the market decket there is a picture of his catfish on his lapar wall banner.

Tone saw the new fish in the frying pan lift, hoping to see the fish in his mind.

Fate approached, standing leaning against the wall of the kitchen door looking towards the well.

"Relax, that's Mukio's menu not yours."Getting Tone slowly.

Nada gave the knife that was still in his grasp, seeing Miss Marimin asking for it.

"Mom, someone's drunk!" fate looks into the kitchen.

Smiling tone with hair pulling Fate with a little laugh of Miss Marimin.

"No, ma'am, it's commonplace." he wanted to pull back the hair of Fate.

"Where's the habit?" while avoiding the fingers of the Tone.

"you who often make me drunk!"

"dizziness, pain, will....."

The tone did not continue his words.

"Say I'm gonna throw up, yeah, ma'am..."

Tone now pulls hard hair Fate.

"No ma'am..no!" he said to Ms. Marimin in between the faces of Fate who grimaced amused and sick.

"I was going to say. nangiiisssss! Fate!" angrily let go of his fingers and went straight into the kitchen without covering his nose.

Fate scratched the hair slowly with a laugh.

"It's coming out soon!"

Fate by standing in the middle of the door.

As if indifferent to the words of Fate and as if busy, busy paying attention! Miss Marimin cooks Nada just silently without a smile and glances.

Mesem fate.

"Good outside" he said again by returning to the well with a tingly taste.

Tone turned to the kitchen door and smiled at Miss Marimin.

The sound of the lead hoist rang out, like competing with the sound of oil frying salted fish again.

Some more tubs of plastic will soon be full as well as salted fish that will be sunburned in a few seconds.

Tali Timba which had been released into the well had hindered drawing Water that would be in the morning bath Nada, even though the day had been noon again.

Fate smiles drawing water in the well looking into the kitchen.

The familiarity of Nada and her mother is not just this once, because Nada had been to the Hill.

Taking a broom that used to be used by his mother swept the bathroom from the leaves.

Scorching peeking from the twigs and lush foliage beside the House illuminates the color of the moss attached to the red brick of the bathroom.

The vertical fate of his body from sweeping, a colekan near his nose made him look back.

Seen a mesem-mesem tone to him. Fate touched the cheek near the nose with a finger, smelled by it a pungent smell.

Fate swiftly held the hand of Nada, who had apparently poked it with a raw terasi.

Tone carried away with trying to thrash because in the attraction of Fate.

Segayung water finally flushed his head as well, continuing to repeat until wet soaked his body.

Tone snatch Gayung in the hands of Fate with the same intention, but Fate does not give it up to fight each other.

Sunlight feels dim, the breeze feels stopped making the silence of the leaves that are tickling.

The lips of the two were only slightly open as eyes stared at each other from a face that did not feel so close.

The time that they experienced in the bathroom was the same as what happened.

Slowly Fate lowered her hand held by Nada who was about to snatch the dipper in her hand.

The seemingly conscious tone also released his left hand that was clutching the body of Fate.

Semilir again felt with a soft sigh that sighed slowly in the heart, recalling memories that were again attached in a distant time. the pounding in the chest is increasingly tight withstanding the feeling that echoes in the deepest, no feeling of the back inundated linang on the eyelids.

Tone humbled his face.

As if at a standstill the breath Fate felt, the breath that was blowing near his chest felt heavy He felt.

His heart again piqued hearing the slow so close so close to his chest.

Tone back crying.

Fate just stared with pain without being able to do anything, even though his hands were so eager to caress him, so eager to carry a beautiful face in front of him in a hug on his chest.

But all he could no longer do, the tone no longer belonged to him.

A moment of Adina's face.

Tone raised his face looking at the face of Fate.

"I'm sorry, I just remembered my son" he said, rushing to leave Fate.

Fate sighed slowly, staring at the footsteps of Nada who wiped away the tears.

The tears that He once wiped from his cheeks, which were always wet because of his love.

"Is this love in the heart a thorn? to make the person who touches it always sick?" tanya in her heart stared clearly at the fully filled water in the plastic tub with a brownish yellow leaf that had just fallen and was floating on it.

Like an ark that cannot sail in the vast ocean, only restrained and swirling in pain.

like the love that is in the heart just comes back full of wounds, meets wounds and ends with wounds anyway.

Fate leaned her body, throwing a dipper into the Tub, right about the wet dry leaves.

Slowly sinking with the ripples and swaying dipper.

"Fate!"

Fate with surprise rushed out.

Seemed by him his mother was massaging Nada's neck.

"Blood drunk." Ms. Marimin with a amused laugh.

Fate scratched his gray hair plan, his,

"Can't you?" he said in his heart, amused.

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