Don't Say SORRY

21

Bree and Alby laughed again. Ignoring a broken relationship. Bree frees Alby from driving where, to indulge his curiosity. Alby pretentiously wandered around, crashing into hollow roads, as well as puddles. The environment in this housing is spacious, the atmosphere is crowded, but gives a peaceful view.

Alby arrived at the long road between the ponds. Here the wind blows fresh without being blocked by the building. The air was still wet after the rain. Cool the body moist because it was sultry. To the left and right of the street stood the lampposts, but they went out, making the streets dark. There are several stilt houses on top of the pond.

Bree was stunned, finding the road leading to the corner of the housing estate to be an uneven dirt road. Initially, it was a paving road, and the width could be passed by two cars. But now it looks cramped and muddy. The sea level is almost flat on the road. On two sides of the road are pegs tied in nets as high as adults' waists, confining the entire way with ponds.

"The house, still on occupied?"

"Still, Bi."

The lights are on and the windows are open. On the ceiling of the patio full of sunken clothes. It's depopulated. The driveway is a kind of galvanic as in other pond farms, only wider, safe for two wheels.

"I used to play in that second house. The mementu es de. Pup, mplung! Jump high into the pond." Bree smiled broadly. Alby laughing.

"That's Innova too." Alby looked at the distant. "Where's it going."

An Innova car was parked on the side of the road. The hood is facing towards them. According to the view of surely the trouble turned back. That is if the entry of the road backwards, from where they got there is also troublesome.

"It's the same way."

"There's another way, Bi. Last time, at the last crossroad, to the right. But it's still residential, not in the middle of this kayak pond."

"The road is cool here."

Bree misses playing here. When the tide is full on the moon, with friends throwing pebbles and splashes of water blazing bluish, like a biopendar. Hoots along the street will be heard, echoing into the settlement. For a very lively fireworks party, the eruption does not deafen in the ear, was satisfied to see it.

Failed to go the long way. They're turning around. Alby's driving the bike, driven by Bree. Heavy feet due to sandals stuck in mud. At the kamling post near the pond road there is a small tub filled with clean water. Stop washing the feet and slightly flush the mud on the wheels. Then continue the journey.

Arriving at the deserted street of the settlement. Only patches of vast natural ponds have no end. The mangrove forest grows thick and tall. Up ahead, the 'Edge' road had been covered in water. There are no pegs and nets that restrict, like in the dark muddy road earlier.

There's another road on the far side of the end road. The end road with the road is like a two-lane road, separated by one patch of pond. The width of both is smaller than the previous road, only fit through one car.

Alby follows Bree walking to the left, leaving the motor safely parked. Turns out the other road is drier, packed with gravel. Still comfortable to pass.

The scenery is presented as in the calm high seas. The Java Sea is in the distance after passing through a stretch of pond. Horizons sprinkled with sparkles ....

"That's a lot of ships too, Bri?" Alby's still trying to take the crack of the mangrove forest.

Mangrove plants are too busy waving in the wind. Teasing the pendangan when stealing the gap. If you stand on the end of the road, of course more soundly through the gap.

When considered carefully, the glitter of lights that are far away is moving slowly. At a glance you won't know it's a ship's lamp.

"When there's time, we're closer to port."

Alby is satisfied, even though the water and soil are muddy. For him, it is a new atmosphere. For Bree this might be stale. Bree was just as curious. Since then he has been enthusiastic, because his childhood place has changed a lot.

Bree smile. Then down.

Bree's view all around. Abrasion is severe and rob is non-stop.

"You never agree that the house is sold. But this condition must pity Papah's old age later."

Alby smiled softly at the muttering of the over-sensitive girl trembling slightly. Disappointed, annoyed, indifferent, but Bree thought a lot. Bree's heart is too small.

"Pray for Papah." Alby cupped Bree's head.

And look, Alby found Bree's eyes glazed over as he turned his head. Ah, Alby was made sour. He wanted to cry or laugh at Bree's quick attitude of turning his gaze away as well as getting rid of his head. Before Alby pulled his hand, he rubbed Bree's cheek for a moment. Bree once again raised his head.

Bree wanted to cry even more as Alby's big hand touched the tip of his head, and the hot hand warmed up on his cheek. Soften the long-cherished sense of disappointment. Shaking a longing heart.

Bree's chest rose and fell rapidly, the sound of his breathing was large even though faintly obscured by the gust of wind. Tears running down the cheeks. Alby reached out his hand, wanting to hug the tiny body that was sculpting in front. Bree reacted dodging, walking past him. Alby's stunned. The wind unwillingly carried away bitterly.

Bree neutralized his feelings. The sound of sandals footing on the gravel was heard following.

Alby joins Bree's steps towards the bike. He understood, Bree wants to finish here.

Throughout the journey there was no chatter. Eve was colder because of the silence between the two. Alby passed the alley of the house, Bree didn't make a sound. Alby in Angkringan wants to buy fried food and coffee, Bree indifferent. But Bree was friendly with the fathers. And calmly responded to the chat about his mother's father. Appear well in front of them.

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Bree was busy with a pile of messy books in a large closet. Bree was silent. Alby's heart was strange. Had wanted to sit together at home, enjoy wedang and hot snacks. Finally tidied up the tiny, very dirty closet next door. Clean the books scattered, then moved to a large closet to be sorted by Bree.

Bree looked at the object Alby was working on. His nose became irritated. Shaded powder powder and type of wind oil on top of a cupboard full of dust. For a moment his stomach muscles were tense. Throat's stuck. Bree nausea.

Alby cringing. Bree shriveled at the cupboard, and snorted, then turned away wanting to vomit. It was like his reflex to eucalyptus oil, or seeing the lipstick stain on the end of a Sari straw, as well as when Surya smeared perfume. There are no cosmetics in the closet. Or Bree relapsed?

"Rest, Bri."

Alby watched Bree cry. Sweaty forehead and palms. But Bree's hand touched the books from the small closet, and it still continues to improve. Goods also with dust in a certain place. What is Bree phobia? Psychosomatic? Always disgusted with cosmetics and medicine.

Bree dizzy. His heart is in pain. No taste in responding to Alby. Anyway it's a responsibility.

Alby stuffed the trash, and the rusted or broken objects to throw away, in the old plastic grocery bags that Bree always folded neatly. Alby wiped the closet with a bad tear of a cloth. Once clean, Alby moves into a large closet. Arrange backpack and bag. Stacking neatly school hats and ties. What is broken he separated.

Found a clean and still good t-shirt that rolled originally in a pile of bags. Alby folded it up and put it into a small closet box. The closet was open showing the contents of the fabric type folds. Actually the door because there is a hole former hinge.

Alby thinks how hard Mama Bree's life is. Amazingly he was quite defensive with this condition.

"You're banished?"

"damaged." Bree put the damaged book in a plastic bag.

Even Bree's disgusting habit of clumping up trash, reasoned to reduce plastic waste, was not done this time. Though the bag used Alby still spare a lot to enter the garbage again. Bree is really uncomfortable?

Under the long closet there is also a neat row of large albums, along with a pile of books the size of a uniform notebook. Alby took the top one. It's also an album.

"I used to be brain-ticking over a little closet." Bree binding plastic bag. "Other than Mama, who else thinks of ginian affairs. Mama's not around, ya fucked more."

Alby watched Bree stagger, out carrying three garbage bags.

Alby's hooked on looking at other albums. His hands were able to transport at once a stack of small albums, be carried to a chair, then sit down.

One-on-one opened and looked carefully. There are many pictures of two young children, with Bree's mother still looking young. Alby already knew it was Bree's mom because he had seen her picture, when Bree fell asleep with the pictures on the floor. Alby guessed the two children were little Bree and her brother. At first glance Alby turned to the door as Bree entered, then went back to look around.

Bree realized the closet was tidy from before. Even though it will fall apart again. Bree was upset thinking about the state of the house, actually still easily addressed, with many family members. Of course, if the other members understand. Bree checked the pile that Alby made. Next leg t-shirt, bag and tie break, dirty shirt and missing buttons. Bree makes one with a trash bag on the chair.

"Here, little Bri?" Alby showed me a picture of a boy.

A kid wears a singlet and a home boxer. White-skinned. Her short hair looks blonde and very straight, pigtailed in two, just a few strands. Two teeth. No ... His teeth were four, Alby saw faintly in the lower gums.

Bree's chest was pounding. She was embarrassed to see Alby. During this time Bree felt, experiencing many different changes, from small to today. How could the man guess it so easily?

Alby saw Bree's cheeks meet.

Of all the albums, the most photos are of Bree and her brother. Alby met his sister. Photos of his brothers can be counted. Little Bree with a little sister looks like a londo. Photos of the house from time to time seem to always be overhauled.

There's also a photo of Bree with the papa. Bree was very close to his papa. Papa Bree as a young boy with long hair and curls. Alby found him handsome. Alby smiled at Bree's first girlfriend.

It turned out from the look, Bree resembled both parents. The haircut looks like his mother. Little Bree nobody has long hair. Only once did Bree lengthen his hair, though it was always tied. Since the beginning of entering ALIF Bree's hair has been kicked many times again and again. Outfit oblongan a relaxed and random more to his mother. There's an impression of 'mbois. Formal times are more like his papa. Jengkis. Mama with papa Bree are actually two people who are compatible.

Unlike the older brother who looks normal. And ... Feminine.

Once satisfied, Alby returned the albums to their place. Bree is sewing ....

Plastic trash ...?

Bree patched the trash bag with small plastic folds. The first time he got home and saw a garbage bag on this chair, Bree grumbled because his sister could have sniffed the bag and ruffled the clothes inside. It is clear that it is all broken and will be thrown away.

"Buy duct tape? When home is over."

"There is nothing."

"It's not hard to rip later on let's not easily torn."

"The plastic's been cleared. If carrying bin liner carried, yes, not interested."

Simple Bree really thought that the business was this. But the heart is always far away. Alby smiled, stroking Bree's back head.

Bree thought, he alone was able to carry a trash bag full of these clothes. The men in the house should be able to. Except not ngide. Wong was not on the thought of throwing it away, even being rebuked again.

"Rest first, Bri? Tomorrow we continue to beberes."

Alby sourly got no response from Bree.

After shower. Both relax. The fry is not as hot as before.

Mosquitoes are numerous and ferocious. Alby had been feeling itchy and hot from being infused since. Bree looked at Alby's movements from the corner of the tail of the eye. Glanced up at the closet Alby had cleaned. His nose is still irritated. At first glance averted his eyes while snorting, then took a deep breath, and held him back. Bree dispelled her anxiety, approached the small cupboard, and opened the drawer.

Alby noticed Bree's polah who repeatedly snorted snot. Bree opened a small closet drawer. Again, his snot was snorted before leaving the small closet.

Bree did not find anti mosquito burn. There was no table near the bed either. Bree thought for a moment. He seemed to have seen, but forgot when and where. Even though it is damp it should still be able to light up. This is what is often done with her mother.

"Bri why?" Alby saw Bree sitting on the edge of the mattress watching the ground silently. His breath was like a breath.

Alby's figure was standing near the doorway.

"Excuse the mosquitoes."

Alby was really made sick by Bree's attitude for some time.

"I'm in the closet. It's damp."

Ah ... Yep! On top of a small closet. Bree glimpses the green-burning mosquito repellent on top of a small cupboard. Because it is not unusual to linger to pay attention to the area, so do not respond.

"It can still be made, Bi."

This time Alby was relieved. He got a gentle response from Bree. Both are even looking at the eyes.

"Yok, buy? There's still a stall open, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Motor is inserted. They walk to the shop.

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