Cracked Pearls

Wind Rain And Bamboo Shop.

With a smile, I continued to play the pendulum necklace Zhio gave me, as if Dad's shadow continued to play there. Sitting on the same sofa. The orange drink on the table is only a quarter of a glass. While Zhio pampit for a while to clean up and change clothes. After that, he will take me home.

In just about fifteen minutes, Zhio's footsteps I heard jolted closer towards me again. Apparently he was done with his ritual quite short. Men are like that-asumsiku-maybe.

“Ayo, home!” take him while installing a watch that he took off before taking a shower a few moments ago. “Outside it's cloudy. Fear of being hunted. I will no longer have a car,” continued with my head turned to the window whose curtain was open in the corner near the piano.

I followed his direction. And right, outside is no longer as bright as it was.

“Okay," reply lightly. I took his hand to stand up and took it off again. For a moment I tidied the hair slightly ruffled because of the backrest on the arm of the chair. Zhio helped me slip the strands that were dangling in front of my face behind my ears. I greeted him with a smile.

We started walking towards the exit, leaving the inside of the house quite soothing for me actually. But what's more, I can't stay too long just for the sake of an ego. Aunt Maria would be very anxious if I came home too late.

I stood at the end of the terrace waiting for Zhio to lock the door. Staring at a glimpse of the sky with black clouds parading in the wind.

“Come!” My palms were gushed with Zhio, then stepped together towards the vespa that was waiting near the fence.

Two helmets were attached to our heads. The motor launched Zhio with me who was already slick hugging him from behind.

The streets around the area where Zhio lived looked very quiet. There are not many houses lined up, other than some that seem to be deserted by residents, or they never leave the house.

The wind was coming in the opposite direction from the front. Zhio added to the pace of the vespa, hoping to avoid the situation. The trees on the edge of the road look limb swaying tormented wind power that is quite aiming. I taped a hug on Zhio's waist stricken with fear.

Sure enough, shortly after, heavy rain fell down uncompromisingly. It widened the entire region in just a matter of seconds.

Zhio kelabakan bring his bike until it feels like drifting in an uncertain direction. “We should be shady first!” he shouted while looking left and right-looking for a place.

“Iya! I'm scared too!” my reply was the same scream.

A single bamboo tavern with no neighbors on the side of the road selected Zhio in the end. I got off quickly before, when he was busy parking the vespa on the ground that was slightly indented into, so as not to disturb other users if someone crossed the road later.

Hugging my own body, I watched the tavern. Whether this is closed, or is no longer used by the owner, it looks like a long time abandoned. The door's open not wide enough. I was a little horrified to stare at the crack in it that looked dark.

“What's up? How did you get that?” ask Zhio while approaching me. The bomber he was wearing was wet. He took it off and placed it just on a long bench behind us.

“Sungungya seremes. Not made yet?” answer me at once as I look towards the dark stall door gap.

Zhio looked back with his body spinning towards it then.

Instead of answering me, the guy came closer to the door. Without thinking or acting slowly, he pushed the door until the door was now wider. His face was made to look inside holding on to the sills that were beginning to flake off.

“Nothing. What is serem?” the stick re-stretched the body. I took him in to see what he just saw in there.

But yes ... Zhio's right. There's nothing in there. Just a wooden bale with a polycadot patterned sponge carpet pad that began to dull, leaning against the corner of the room.

Zhio smiled as he squeezed the shoots of my head. “Such a winner!”

I'm thieving, “Yes his ashes are dark so!”

•••••

Passed for tens of minutes. Sitting side by side adrift on the long bench of this abandoned shop porch we stopped by, Zhio and I were still waiting for the rain to subside. But there's no sign of anything like that. Things are getting more and more horrible. The rushing water from the sky slapped the streets full of energy. The trees were depressed by a one-way matching wind as if they were about to fall. Let alone to continue the journey, back to the house of Zhio who is not too far away there is no gap. We're really stuck.

The atmosphere grew darker as if it had been tracing the night. But the turn of the time hand in the clock that circles Zhio's wrist, currently only shows at 16:12. But still I can't avoid worrying. While to open the phone even for a moment, we did not dare. Lightning continued to darken and bright above the sky, which was occasionally also laced with small lightning bolts that added to the increasingly gloomy air.

YOAAARR!!

The big lightning that just sounded made me spontaneously hug Zhio. Squeezing his head on his chest with a trembling body scared mixed coldly. Zhio greeted him with a tightly coiled hand deck. Not a word that came from his mouth. I'm sure he's just as anxious and scared as I am.

“Yang .. We go inside. Here we can get really wet. The wind is just as good.” Zhiro opens the options.

I nodded quickly without thinking anymore.

Hurry up and take a stand, we went into the store and closed the door tightly.

Zhio reached into the cell phone in his pants pocket. Flash light is used then to provide lighting. A piece of shabby cloth associated with a nail hanger on one side, was mashed and used to clean the dust that coated the sponge carpet on a wooden bale in front of us.

“Clean,” said. Lap threw it then in any direction. I then took him to sit in the bale afterwards.

We sat hugging each other, to at least dispel the increasingly stinging cold.

I kept yawning over and over until my eyeball watering. Really sleepy. Zhio's body temperature is quite comfortable for me. And ....

“Hoaaammm.” Things are getting dark, I ....

....

Rubbing the eyes that felt a bit, I woke up. I don't know how long I slept. A little confused considering the time. But just as I was about to raise my head, Zhio held my cheeks with the palm of his hand, which spontaneously made our faces and eyes face each other face inward.

“Thanks very much bobonya.” He said softly in the ear.

As if swiped by a magic, I was instead glued to a different gaze of Zhio. He took off his glasses. And this feels weird bothering me.