ADINA & FATE

41. I Have What?

The dim night scattered in the street lights that are still alive still covers the time that will dawn. The faces of the merchants who began to come to refill the grocery stalls that were left for a moment last night, appear to pass in front of the store that is still closed.

The lush foliage of the path-showering tree was still dark once the silence froze in the dew that drenched it. Street light rays such as not being able to give a little warm so that the shoots of ranum can rustle to shake the dew.

Fate crumpled the jacket on his body, while his legs were prodded on a plastic chair under the table.

His eyes did not want to be closed overnight, just seconds from the clock on the wall of the shop that accompanied him spoke in wishful thinking.

Considering all that He had said to Erika about his return to the Hill.

But Erika also expressed her wish. That the store was completely handed over to him.

Nevertheless, his desire to return to the Hill as it can not be evaded.

He also realized to start again from the beginning will be more difficult, but now it seems the Hill is the place for him. The place where He was raised and will be the place where He will age.

On the Hill there is still his mother who is not there to accompany, that is also a strong reason He wants to return to the Hill.

Slowly looked up, staring at the ceiling of the Shop with a slow breath. The haunted face of the Hill at night covered with fog is like painted on the concrete ceiling of the store in white. While the seconds of time from the clock on the wall were still rolling hunting the morning.

For a moment, closed his eyes. The roar of the sound of vehicles rang out in the ears, slowly opening their eyes looking at the closed door of the Shop. Like looking back at a figure who had not long passed him.

Erika had just left him, after expressing his lightness, only his face looked disappointed after knowing He was going home to the Hill.

It seems Erika knew from Adina that she was going back to the Hill, considering that she had told Adina's father who would have told Adina. That's what probably made Erika visit him to the store.

"Fate, what do you want to do on the Hill of Fate?"

Erika asked who knew she was on the hill.

He may not answer, but if He returns to the Mount He will do whatever He can do as before.

He wanted to step on the path that He believed was the choice of his heart, even though it was far from a bright future.

On the Hill He can clean people's gardens, weed people's rice fields, scavenge goat feed and anything later He can do.

Or he can try to trade Chicken noodles by being served using his mother's old bicycle.

Slowly back up.

The face of the Hill and House seemed to cross his mind quickly.

In the past, He was accustomed to living with the clay and the thick grass, the itching of garden mosquitoes and the heat of the scorching sun that burned his back and skin.

If he had to go back to that fight, it wouldn't be an obstacle for him.

Only a question from a Mother would make it difficult to explain, How would He explain Adina? Or even about...

Flinched by looking at the door of the Shop, immediately got up close.

Like someone just knocked using an object.

The sound of the vehicle passing by increasingly flashlight was heard as Fate opened slowly foldingate the Shop.

The wind coming in from between the doors was enough to make his face feel cold.

His face turned tense looking at the body that was sitting against the wall at the end of the shop door, smiling bitterly at him.

"Adina?"

Almost the lips of Fate exclaimed in shock in disbelief.

In a hurry full of worry he approached.

Immediately holding his shoulder by sitting in front of him.

"What are you doing Adina?"

Fate almost shook his head looking at Adina's state.

"Adina, what are you talking about?"

Geleng Fate now.

"Fate, if you feel like I've been cheating on you all this time? Okay, I'll take it."

Adina hugged her two calves, sobbing slowly hiding her face on both thighs.

"But in my heart I really love you Fate" he snorted.

Fate stared at the head bowed before him.

"If you feel like we can't be together anymore, I can take it! But Fate..."

Adina is back.

"Don't go back to the hill of Fate!" Adina raised her face.

"For your Mother's Fate!" Isak Adina is now harder.

Fate looked up at the lamp hanging above him among the tightness of his chest that was beginning to squeeze.

The cloud of his heart began to flow pain in the recesses of the heart, considering the face of a mother who had raised him.

"Adina," he said softly staring at Adina's face that had been covered back in both thighs. Only his back seemed to be twitching between sobs.

"I have what? When the foot leaves the hill?" lirih Fate is back.

"You have hope from a Mother, Fate! From his smile when he let you go Fate!" Adina's face lifted again.

Fate rubbed softly Adina's wet cheeks, her chest felt increasingly tight to feel the warm linang in her fingers.

The cheeks that He touched often, often He stroked in his deck, lying deep in his chest filled with peace, though not once did He see him pervading clear. But now it feels different, feels more stifling in the chest.

"Adina, if I come back without bringing better hope."

Fate sighed slowly, the twinkle of Adina's eyes made a pain all over her body.

"It may be on the Hill that I get it" he said stroking Adina's cheek.

Adina closed her eyes, sobbing.

"If you ask, for my Mother's sake ... I also ask to remain here, for your Father's sake," the plan of Destiny holds Adina's shoulders to her feet.

Adina's body was weak when she led him into the Shop.

Fate smiled bitterly as Adina looked at him sobbing.

Many traders will be more crowded, considering that the morning will soon wake up carrying the Sun. At least in the Shop they can escape the gaze of people who are busy opening the morning.

Fate immediately closed the store's folding meeting after seeing Adina slowly step closer to a table.

Fate remained standing at the door of the Shop, looking at the face that had sat staring at him as well.

The eyes are clashing with each other, researching each other and storing up a story that is being experienced, like silencing the time that moves into the morning.

So quiet felt in a quiet space.

The voices of the heart can only be heard on the walls of each heart.

Heavy! Maybe a few words that can not be expressed, will feel the same ever felt, carve the day with love and affection, love, now everything has to be left in a different way.

But to reunite it will feel heavier, because the heart will choose a path that makes it calm, even though the road is not as true as hope.

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