ADINA & FATE

26. Red Light

Footsteps that climb the roadside pavement as if they are slowly filled with a feeling of increasingly agitated heart, the scorching color again makes both hands sweaty.

The face of the lover still continues to shadow, Weak from the body can still be felt as the footwork steps.

Hustle and bustle of vehicles and pedestrian traffic, as if the silence covered with gulananya heart.

Fate rubbed the soft sweat that soaked his forehead. The day really stings.

Adina's face again piqued her wishful thinking. It was only a few minutes ago that he left Adina who was progressively weakened in condition. But Adina asked him to stay at the Shop, even though he insisted on guarding it.

He met his subscription online motorcycle, but he chose to walk. I don't know, he wants to go to the store by walking.

The dust of the road to the market is getting dirty in the mind, slowly try to see the scorching heat, the pain feels like what is being felt.

Adina, the shadow of Adina's face seemed to interfere with her steps and heart. He did not have the heart to leave him even though Bi Narti was there to take care of him. But ... He must also follow his wishes.

Fate surprised, some children who were running nudged him.

"Be careful, on the road!"

Fate was stunned into silence, seeing a new child speak. By running away from him.

Fate breathed slowly. There are still a few more red lights it will arrive at the store.

Back to walking even though the steps feel very heavy. The noise of the vehicle was so softly heard, there was only the noise of Adina's breath that hurt, she said, carried by the wind that blows.The shady trees by the road are like living dry branches without being able to be made a shade of a broken heart.

Fate soon crossed over, yet the sound of such a loud horn shocked him. Almost! The car stopped so close to his body.

All the drivers at the red light saw it.

With a face not expecting, with what had just happened he immediately ran small from the middle of the road, only sharp eyes behind the wheel of the Crib Car were still staring at him.

Fate again sighed softly, it seemed like he had seen the traffic lights were still red.

Trying to calm his mind, he walked back.

But again, his ears almost broke hearing the sudden sound of a horn.

A Motor Sport with riders using a black fullface Helmet stopped nearby.

"Ronal" he said when he saw the helmet visor open.

Ronal just stared at him, and with his head wrapped in a helmet pointed towards the back of the Motorcycle.

"I'll just walk Ronal." Fate seemed to understand what Ronal meant.

But Ronal's hand pulled him.

Fate also follows the will of Ronal, sitting on a bell with a question in the heart.

The typical sound of exhaust Motor sport that sounded along with the pull of Ronal hand gas felt disperse the question.

About Ronal who was so angry with him yesterday, why now want to invite him to dance?

But it seems like Ronal is still looking for Nada, he thought adrift of Nada's face.

Fate rubbed his chest with a slow breath.

No words could be heard from behind the black helmet on the wheel that was spinning quite fast, leaving another vehicle that was also driving.

Fate rubbed his eyes, and the wind blew his sight, and he could not sleep last night to accompany the sick Adina.

Suddenly again he had to be surprised, Ronal suddenly stopped the Motor, as a result of which his head had to be hit by the Ronal Helmets.

It also seems that Ronal was angry, seen from the way he opened the helmet Visor and immediately closed it again with a bang.

The sound of the exhaust is heard again, now Ronal increasingly open the gas. The motor speed is faster than before.

Fate who did not like the speed was holding a strong Ronal jacket. The wind was getting worse exploring the face, the more sore the eyes to see.

Fate closed his eyes.

Only the whirring of the wind and the sound of the muffler were gruntingly felt.

Back his head had to hit the Helm.

Fate opened his eyes, Ronal stopped his Motorcycle right at the Zebra Cross red light.

Ronal's gaze seemed to be only directed towards the front, seeing no movement in the helmet. Which usually the rider will get if the red light turns on, maybe just to eliminate boredom while waiting for the Green Light.

Fate rubbed his chest with a slow breath, holding back the horrified thump of his heart the speed of the Motor just now.

Meeting vehicles on the left and right sides made him reluctant to look around him. But his eyes were fixed on the voice of the speker, a chant was heard.

The blind Tuna guy with a lady who was waiting for him was just about to cross.

Fate gulped his saliva slowly, it seemed like they were a couple.

The voice that came from the specter that was carried in front like a bag, was so loud on the lips of the man.

A song that He often heard in Kedainya, a song from the legend that tells about intimacy.

Hingar-bingar that exists as if hung up with a loud voice that exists, memekekakan taste that heard it.

Fate kept watching the two, his heart rustling.

There is still a sincerity seen by him, who is able to accept the shortcomings to be together through the destiny given. The strength of a woman's heart to bear the heat of life with her hands.

Fate held back the increasingly turbulent heart of his staring at his second step on the asphalt road. He felt they were better than his silent steps in the splash. They retraced their own sweat but labor, while He was only out of one's compassion, what He is trying now is because of Nada and Adina.

Fate bowed his face for a moment, if He had known? He will stay on the hill. Maybe on the hill, footsteps will always be covered in dust and dirty soil. But it will be the sweat that he can feel every night with fatigue that makes him without burden. All this time He did not want to be indebted to anyone, He only wanted what he was trying, even if a little, but the result of his own hard work.

Fate gazed back at the couple who had been standing across the street, still singing.

Back his wishful thinking mingled with a flowing voice, staring if both.

What if that woman was Adina? Or Nada?

Fate bowed his face again with a small smile, He understood the meaning of a difference that would eventually become a wall again. It was like looking at the two people he had been visiting.

Togetherness so far, he also felt there was a compulsion from a sincerity.

Fate looked back across the street. Will the hand that will follow him be like the hand of the woman holding across the street under the burning red light?

Fate is a little snapped. The sound of a crowded horn and the speed of the motor he was riding instantly moved, making a frenetic sound in the back. Looks like Ronal doesn't care, passing the bike faster.

Fate still had time to look back, but many vehicles that drove blocking his eyes will be both people on any road.

Looking ahead, closing his eyes. The wind was really torturing his eyes.

In the closed eyes, one could only hope to arrive at the tavern soon.

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