ADINA & FATE

46. Snowyowl

The dew is still attached to the poles and roadside electrical cables, while the lights remain lit waiting for the morning. The sound of the vehicle was not lost but increasingly crowded towards the market.

Fate tightened his body jacket, his breath like cold to shake the air that passed through it.

His steps slowly accompanied the silent lips beside him.

There were not many words that passed while sitting in the garden, just staring at the dim silence of the lights and the flowers covered in the color of the night.

Fate smiled, looking at Tone.

So silent was the once beautiful face in her imagination, the night was like drugging her in silence.

Looking back at the foot of the sidewalk that leads to the store. Occasionally the light beam of the vehicle in front requires him to bend his eyes.

The steps feel cold, while winged insects look warm around the lights hanging on the edge of the gutter.

"We wait here."

Fate immediately stopped its pace.

"I've contacted Ronal."

Fate just smiled.

Almost until they're actually in the store.

"Why not wait in the shop?" Fate saw a shop not far from where it stood.

Nada looked towards the Shop, smiling so small.

"Just makes me cry again" he said, bowing his face.

Fate smiled. His eyes caught the light on the electric pole across the street.

Snow spots like falling from the dark clouds so tight, covering the heart and taste with the cold that will freeze. Broken wings fell on the branch from the branch that was also broken. The thick white feathers that once warmed the eyes had been brittle in their thick snowy burrows. The seasons will feel long-changing, or they may not be replaced by warm rays and floral scents, like the time of day together carving a rainbow in spring. It will freeze and wither forever.

Fate breathed out slowly, expelling the cramps in his soul and heart, of all that passed with the man standing beside him.

The horn sounds.

The smiling fate nodded. The biker smiling at him. She did know him, a pair of Husband-Wife who sell in the market which is also a place to shop soy sauce and saos.

Fate still continues to pay attention to the new motor passing, until lost into the market area.

Looking at Nada with a small smile.

Nada's face still looks empty, like the streets of the Capital City that has been in residence.

But it looks calm.

"Will Ronal pick you up here?" Fate is like wanting to unravel doubt in the heart.

A nod and a smile that answered.

Fate sighed, put both hands into the pocket of the jacket, looking towards the road ya ng probably will pass Ronal to pick up Nada.

Bright colors appear to begin to color the clouds in ignorance.

Vehicle vehicles are getting more crowded.

Standing on the sidewalk together, like waiting for an angkot to pass, but for Fate to follow the lightness of Nada from last night made him feel stretched out the heart of Nada.

Fate moved his legs that began to feel sore standing. Strangely so? It seemed that Nada did not feel what was spreading on both of her legs. Looks relaxed in standing, like the middle of not waiting for anyone.

The horizon is almost again reddish in color, the pulse of busyness will spread the day usually, but the figure of Ronal has not been seen.

A car seems to be going so slowly towards both.

Fate and Tone are both paying attention, as is hoping for the one in wait.

The two just stared at the slow pace of the car that just crossed without stopping.

Fate smiled small, bowed. Seoarang does not seem to be the middle He and Nada wait.

Tone looks mediocre, no impression appears on the look of his face. So flat staring at the asphalt which is also flat.

"Tone, maybe better ... "

Fate smiled. His eyes fell back on the hard sidewalk. A whispering voice echoing under his feet was carried along with the flowing sewer water.

The lights on the street and in front of the shops began to go out, changing the light of the morning that will light up, only in the Shop that is still alive considering He was still standing on the side of the road.

Look at and lyrics of the street dwellers, like asking without making a sound pay attention. But the answer will still not be spoken from the person next to him, who is indifferent in his silence.

"Tone, I have to turn off the tavern lights." Fate Plan. Like afraid of teasing her fun a dumb look.

Tone watched. He smiled, as if he wanted to take her to walk and wait in the store.

But the reluctant smile of Nada was re-engraved, like Aurora in the blazing morning.

Fate again sighed he looked around, avoiding the familiar question-and-finger of the inhabitants of the market.

"Maybe you better call Ronal again" he said.

"We were told to wait."

Fate smiled back at him, glancing at him between the vehicles.

"Is the hill waiting for you, too, fate?"

Fate turned, staring at the pias of Nada's face.

It seems that now he understands what Nada meant by asking him to stand by the side of the road.

Fate breathed out, staring brightly behind the clouds that began to fade from the colors of the night.

"Holder, will stand. Even though I'm not back in tone." The pester without looking at Nada.

"His face will remain cold at night, and sting at day."

"Then why are you in such a hurry to get home?" Tone watched.

Fate of small smiles.

"Tone, didn't I explain last night?"

Smiling tone.

"I know your feet are sore."

Fate returned.

Tone staring at the asphalt road.

"Is that so paginal of your heart Fate, that you can no longer afford to go through it all? Until you choose to return?"

Fate is getting worse.

Road dust that used to fly every day, not to mention seen covering the eyes. Like freezing like snow that had long covered the road, the Snowy Owl was now opening its wings, staring intently as if watching Himself and ready to clutch into the air and throw him in a ravine full of old wounds.

"I know you're holding aching sensation at your feet, Tone,"

"Is it more torturous? to continue to survive in aching,"

"Didn't you choose the path that I will now take? It's back from everything that makes you sore."

Fate smiled back, Tone looked at him.

"Is coming back much better, or worse? You must have felt it, at least a little to remove the aching we feel, by re-hugging the fresh air of a hollow taste." Continue Fate, like not paying attention to Angkot who stopped in front of him.

Tone shook his head to the Angkot driver.

Fate only smiled down as Angkot walked back.

Sunlight began to unfold warmly in the morning, shining between the ends of the leaves and the roofs of shops.

While the light in the hearts of the two, it felt cold to sweep the hearts, it felt snow covering, but black without white.

Like the white of love that has melted on the rocks of rock.

Flowing away without being able to go back up.

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