ADINA & FATE

33. The Park To Go Home.

Night wrinkle as depicted in the corners of the eyes are silent, mutually mute with thoughts in each mind. Smiles that sometimes decorate if the eyes collide with each other.

The fate of moving his back slowly, the Garden chair that He and Adina were sitting on increasingly made him sore. I don't know what Adina meant to take her to the Park if only to stand still and just look at the passerby in front of them, considering they are sitting in a chair adjacent to the two-tread road, which is just a place to sit, a path that can be passed by two people side by side in the Park.

Adina observed a pair of lovebirds who had just passed by.

Fate smiled down his face looking at her, the same thing Adina did from before.

"Have we been quiet? Should we just go home?" Fate saw Adina's face.

Adina. Sighing again by looking at the many faces scattered in every corner of the Park, on the dark side or light.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Fate again see the eyes that are guerrilla.

Adina looked back at him, and then returned with a look.

Fate sighed, looking at the rare star in space.

"Cold nights in the city, more painful than the fog on the hill," he said as if speaking to himself.

Adina turned back to Fate, then looked back.

Every word spoken from the lips of Fate seems to have to be responded to by Adina alone, although sometimes there is a smile, even though it is also just a sigh.

"It feels so sleepy!" Fate by covering his mouth that evaporated.

Adina looked back at him, then....

"Not a headache?"

Adina will look out of the garden, like her neck veins.

"Rubber!" stood up.

The smiling fate humbled a face. He seemed to be more tired of sitting together around the crowd without anything to do. If to enjoy the garden at night, count to make a freshly healed Adina relax? No problem for him. But sitting for hours with a purpose that he did not understand, that made him want to go home.

Fate noticed the restless Adina, walking slowly leaving her.

Seen some teenagers cross paths with Adina. Fate still continues to pay attention, then stare around among the lights and decorative lights Garden beautifiers.

Suddenly Adina turned around and hurriedly approached.

Fate almost chuckled to see Adina standing in front of him.

"Why don't you come after me?" Adina with a face looks upset.

Now Fate laughs a little.

"Aren't you the one who didn't take me?" Fate asked.

Adina melengos's.

"Adina actually we're sitting in the park for what?" Fate pulled Adina's hand to sit back.

Adina snorted in annoyance, glancing at her towards the outside of the park with the crowd of vehicles.

"To sit and go home!" Adina anyhow.

Fate again smiled, staring boisterously at the laughter of Park visitors near the road.

"Perhaps it was better to sit in front of the house, go home also just open the door, deket!" Fate responded later.

"Yes, we're going home now!" Adina stood up again.

Then take Adina to walk out of the park.

"Why didn't you say that?" kesah Adina's.

Fate held back his words, seeing many eyes looking towards them. Then he looked at Adina's pias, and not since He had asked, then why was he blamed again. Smiling fate carves the night with a ring in the heart.

"Tumben once you want to go to Adina's garden?"

Fate let go of his arm.

Adina looked at him slowly.

"Do you want sweet arum?" Little Laughter Fate saw Adina who did not answer.

Adina put on her smile, the warmth she once felt as if fading in the midst of people's silence. Never did He go to the Garden with Fate, all this time they just spent a lot of everything at Home. But he wanted to occasionally walk with Fate.

The hue of the night grew frenetic from the clutch of vehicle lights that hit both, dusty traces left in the thick swept by the wind increasingly spread the steps above the sidewalk of the road.

Fate stroked Adina's hair that was hit by the wind covering her forehead.

Adina smiled carving her steps.

"Fate, the intersection ahead" he said slowly.

"Why Adina?" wonder Fate.

Back Adina smiled at him.

Carve another step in silence.

Fate still followed him on the side.

"I'm not going to force you to go home, you're free to determine which way you're going in Fate" Adina paused, staring in the face of Fate.

Fate also examined Adina's face.

But Adina immediately walked back by following the road that turns to the right, towards which direction Home.

Fate followed him with a look, then lowered his face. Now He was at a crossroads, and Adina had said things she had never expected. But if Adina really gives a choice to her solids, she must honestly step up to follow her heart.

Slowly walk back following the path that turns left where towards the Stores his feet will be headed.

If the path He chooses now is the end of all his steps with Adina, remembering him will be the sweetest thing in the twists of his love.

Now he understands why Adina took him to the Garden, only to take a moment of love that was there last time. Just to go home by giving the choice of which road to take. The love that exists, will not be useful only because of coercion and cheating.

Fate stared at the lights hanging on the fence of the House, He knew adina felt guilty for everything she had covered. Adina knew she would not leave him because she had promised her parents, and maybe in this way the separation would not be as complicated as talking to each other.

Let the crossroads, be witnesses of the braid that is back broken. It will all be a memory again.

Fate lowered his face, expelling the warm face of Adina who began to tease the heart. Just hope that everything He did would be an apology in Adina's heart, even in her heart.

Let all as before return, let it be like his love for the fallen Light and also for the Tone, but it will still fill the walls in the monument of his heart.

Fate let out his sigh gazing at the night above him, then looked at the end of the street decorated with street lights. As if hoping that what He is aiming for is no longer a mistake in his steps.

Gontai night like shadowing his steps on dark asphalt, deserted in tightly closed fences. It was as still as the misty road on the Mount, cold as the usual careless jest, but love must He let go, for the Heart is not the cuckoo of holy love.

But holy love is a jewel in the heart, only for the love that dwells in the heart.

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