ADINA & FATE

29. Monuments

Tone toyed with the two Chopsticks in his hand, twirling them around in the empty Bowl. His eyes were as if not blinking seeing Fate devouring his favorite Chicken Noodle slowly.

"Do you just want to see you eat Fate?" tanyanya. Since then Fate has only eaten alone without caring for him.

Fate smiled, then went back to devouring Chicken Noodles.

"Fate?" The tone placed the Chopsticks he held in the Bowl.

"What do you mean by fate?" ask again.

The fate of putting his spoon, Chicken Noodles in a Bowl was finished He swallowed. Swiping his lips with the tissue available on the table.

"How's your dish Tone?" ask after squeezing up a small tissue in the hand.

Tone smiling wonder.Since the bowl was empty, and now asked about the dish?

Tone shook his head looking at Fate.

Fate took a slow breath and then exhaled it. Then a little laugh.

"Fate?"

The tone rested both of his hands on the table.

"I remember the Light, He did the same thing to me." Fate by stirring his empty bowl with a spoon.

The tone looked at him sharply.

"Do you remember him?"

Fate stopped her hand. Staring at her eyes that were directed at her.

"Obviously, I clearly remember him," replied Nada mixed in wonder.

"I thought you forgot your best friend?"

Fate smiled.

"forget? How could I forget her fate? The light has become a friend to me" Nada said in denial.

The lips of Fate are like being restrained in a smile, looking at the passing of a vehicle outside the Shop, in every ray that collides with each other in the middle of the road, creating pain in the eyes that is felt.

His breath seemed to squeeze the surge in the chest will be a groaning pain.

"Oh yeah, why don't you attend Nada's wedding?"

Fate looked back at Nada.

Smiling tone, by returning to play his Chopsticks as before.

"I did not have time Fate, when it was sick," he explained slowly.

Fate looked at the eyes that were looking at Chopsticks. Something changed from the face that He had previously approached, something changed from the word that had always been beautiful before closing the eyes, something else from the sweet lips that were so warm when touching it.

Fate looked back outside the Shop, holding a tingling feeling inside the chest.

"Tone, I'm so lucky to have you, your beautiful face as pretty as your heart, that's what I feel when I'm with you. So happy at the time."

Fate without looking at Tone.

"Sincerely loves a hick like me." Fate of small smiles.

"I feel in a dream, I feel in the delusion of love. But you were with me at the time,"

"Your cry is like a thorn in my heart, if I see you crying. I don't want to see you cry,"

"I want you to be cheerful in spoiled and joking, make the night rain in my miss,"

"White love I can feel at that moment...."

Fate sighed, staring at Nada's face.

"At that time I often asked myself, is Nada really sincere in loving people who have nothing? if so, what does he expect behind the city life?"

"And your smile was as sincere as you expected, and at that time so trusting,"

"I carry your smile until now, I engrave it in my heart into a monument that is always a reminder of sincerity,"

"However, I think something has changed, from everything I've ever felt,"

"I remember your hug to me, I remember looking into your eyes, I remember your kiss, I remember how love is capable of anything. But not to overstep the limits of your honesty Tone."

Nada.

"I, I don't understand Fate..."

Tone like confused.

Fate laughed like there was something funny.

"I'm happy, I'm glad you don't understand Nada. Even I don't understand what you're doing?"

"Fate! I did what?"

Fate immediately fell silent staring at the face in front of him.

"Do you know the Light's husband?"

Tone like choking, shedding his gaze from Fate, turning his face towards the nearby table.

Silence began to envelop the two, between the seconds of the clock on the wall and pounding on the chest. The sound of heart seemed to be stuck in front of the store, parked long left the owner.

The tongue is like bent to be able to speak to each other waiting for the word to be spoken.

Fate was still staring at Nada, sighing softly. The beautiful Paras in front of her only covered her gaze.

"Love, is it because of love?"

There was no sound or the gaze of Tone like wanting to acknowledge.

Fate breathed its weight. Remembering the face of Light in the eyes, feeling the feeling if you know what Nada is doing? Removed in a subtle way.

"Do I have something Tone? While guaranteeing your future is just so faint in my footsteps." Fate is like regretting the actions of Tone.

"You and Adina, will not feel at home in the mud of a very thin layer, and from the scorching sting of the sun that hangs on the back" said Nate almost glazed.

"You changed, the love that exists now is just like a gamble of winning and losing!"

"You know the tone! Win or lose you will find someone who has nothing! even this love can't take away your hunger!"

Fate's face flushed red, holding the feeling in his chest in anger.

Tone stood up without looking at him directly running out of the Shop with a stifled sob.

Fate shed his gaze on the body of the passing Tone, withstanding the new tightness squeezing in the chest, easing all his anger at the unjust attitude of Tone to Light.

A moment of regret left the Hill full of falsehood, from the green weeds that often touch it, from the blazing that bathes it with sweat behind the lush shade of trees, shady, shady trees, from the silent mist sleeps in the warm blanket, and from love and friends who laugh at the rising of the morning sun.

Fate rubbed his chest with a slow breath, looking at the lights of the vehicle that were still and without a trace down the highway.

The anger seems to be eroded by the disappointment with the love that is now in the heart. The fences of hope are closed tightly to keep what is in the heart, open slowly.

Only the monument in it still stands, to be able to carve a sick love again.

Slowly stand up, approaching the folding gate door that is still wide open. While the night has closed bright twilight since last night.

Slowly pulling the folding handel to close the Shop, if not for wanting to talk to Nada, he had already closed it.

What He has just discovered from Nada is like opening his heart's eyes to the cheating of love that has happened.

If love can do that bad? the white heart is gone. Let's keep the love that's tainted.

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