Don't Say SORRY

23

Alby did not expect Bree to suddenly scream. He just wants to help Bree who is struggling in the laundry. Bree was disappointed a lot. Alby endured his anger.

Alby poured a little gallon water into the bucket, his hands rubbing the slippery bucket wall with clean water. Bucket washed with liquid bath soap. Then replace the clean water again by shaking the bucket. Rinsed once.

Then it was about to do the same to the next bucket that Bree had emptied.

Four plastic bags full and almost swollen so pressed to be tied tightly. That's a fabric marinade that might have a set. Bree was ready to throw in one carry with his two hands. The fingers are strengthened lifting the end of the bag ties.

Bree's steps came to a halt, feeling his hand reach a large grasp.

"I'm the one who threw it away." Alby took over two plastic bags from Bree's hand he held.

Alby put the bag to the ground. His grip felt moving. Bree wants to let go.

"Later neighbors saw that Bri was crying." Alby rubbed Bree's face soaked in tears and sweat.

"We're done together."

Alby smiled soothingly at Bree who was speechless looking at him. Two plastic bags from Bree's next hand were taken. Alby looked at Bree's fingers red and imprinted his plastic waist. It was slowly rubbed because it must have hurt.

Bree enjoys a gentle swab of Alby's big hand on his face and palm. Alby's gentle smile did not go unnoticed by his eyes. Breathing snorted. Bree sobbed trying to hold back his claustrophobic chest. Bree misses Alby.

"We're throwing away the trash."

Bree's face that felt heavy taped sultry, already a little light. Not so sweet anymore. He and Alby moved to throw plastic bags into the front trash tub of the house.

Alby finished washing the bucket. Now four buckets clean all. A full gallon of water is poured in a large bucket. They even spray water while taking a shower. They need clean water to drink and take a shower later tomorrow morning.

Two gallons were empty again, they went on foot to the depot. Later water delivered.

Alby turned to Bree who was walking down.

"Bri, can we stay here for the next few days?"

Bree's eyes glanced at Alby's footsteps.

"I still want to be here. But I'm still, there's no Mamah. Confused what, at home is not free."

Want to cook for the need to eat only load. Kitchen equipment is not right. Furniture cabinets crushed body of the collapsed refrigerator. Luckily the kitchen is landy, so it can still be used to take a bath.

"The responsibility is still there. But I haven't been excited to go back there." Bree looked ahead.

Everything is different drastically. Not about the environment at home, but about the atmosphere in the cafe. Bree was embarrassed to show his face.

"I don't want to burden you anymore, Bi. I don't feel good about you guys. I'm working."

That girl is so plan. Unique girls.

"I'm also the owner."

"Are you honest with Ilham and Levi, Bi?" Bree looked at Alby. "If you're here with me. Is it possible you told them again at brother's?"

Alby furrowed his brows at Bree's guess which was always the original thought. Alby. I was lazy to look at Bree.

Bree didn't demand Alby's answer. He looked back to the front after Alby shifted his gaze. Just realized that Alby had been staring at himself walking next door.

At home they both rest.

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After an afternoon and they finished their bath, Alby took Bree out of the house.

The residential location is on the gapuro border between the two districts. However Bree hardly knew a place in his own county. Just for the matter of population to the small district. Bree told me more often to the big district. All activities and because traveling does lead to it.

Alby's headed to town in a small county. Take a relaxing trip. More than half an hour across the street pantura quite smoothly, they immediately found the Great Mosque and decided to stop. After the prayer, the two went to the crowded square. Sitting on the stairs under the old banyan enjoying the fresh wind blowing.

Bree doesn't look cold even on the way. Alby smiled watching Bree who was more silent. He thinks this is not Bree's habit of being with him.

Alby was silent. Buy ice pong-pong and batagor. Also the passing patao was stopped for purchase. After being satisfied in Alby square heading to the market, buy starfruit, duku, banana. Bree refused when offered a knickknack.

Alby is not satisfied buying a little starfruit that is big and fresh. Some are even very sweet. I want to take you home for souvenirs. Bree prevented it because there was no freezer to store, unless they were going home tomorrow.

They stopped at the coffee shop.

The desire to linger here is very strong. Alby still wants to be with Bree.

"Can we keep this up?"

Bree looked at Alby.

"I don't want our relationship to break."

Bree turned his eyes. Then after a long silence, look back at Alby.

"You think our relationship is broken?"

Bree himself was afraid of Alby's change in attitude. She needs Alby. But don't want to go too far together.

"How do we want him?"

That one guy is fucking!

"Not to talk about." Bree was lazy to look at Alby.

"I can't if Bri's silent."

"You think I can fit you in secretly?"

"Can Bri like me?"

"Can you choose me?"

Bree always turns the question around.

"Bi, I'm confused, what do I want with you. No pantes I ngarepin you, wong kamunya longer the same Rima."

"I don't think Rima's relationship can be in line."

"That's how you feel for a long time? You used to say, just like Rima. But you're feeling good right when Rima is in pain? You love Rima, Bi."

"The five is always the reciprocal. She's a balance that I rarely start communication."

"You were the one who started doing WA me, Bi? That's you don't mind anything. I didn't ask. You're the one who convinced me."

Alby silence.

"Maybe you did that to Rima too. Maybe to your other ex. I think you're easily saturated, uh, maybe I'm the ge er. I'm just your transition."

Alby did not end up talking.

"Liana!"

Bree turned to the origin of the voice. Looking at the familiar caller, set his gaze and wave his hand at him.

"Mas Asif?" Bree got up after the man approached. "Hi!" Reply to his hand.

A tall, well-built man becomes the center of Alby's attention.

"Mas."

"Tumben lo looks here?" ask Asif to Bree.

"Once upon a time until the city, Mas."

"Where's your city?"

"Oh my God, my city is here too."

"Obviously" Asif is a little closer.

How else, it happens to be the place that is headed through the city next door.

"dwellers of its faforite border into a neighboring city." Asif half whispered.

"This could be a tangent of two lo camps." Bree replied with a whisper as well.

As a citizen of this small district, Bree rarely went to the city, except for matters to the dukcapil. The school is in the next town and not in this direction. Going out of town is the terminal in the next town.

"You're still on the limit?"

"Home is still on the line, Mas. Mas Asif is also still durable at home?"

"My counter's not closed yet."

"Alhamdulillah. Twelve years, lo."

"Thank God, renovations."

"Faithful. As long as it keeps going, it doesn't have to branch."

"This ...."

Not yet started to talk, Asif interrupted by a man who had been known to drink in the tavern. A moment later,

"Inget, Gil?" Asif's palms slightly pitched towards Bree. It's a habit of pointing at someone without a forefinger.

A con artist looked at Bree, and Bree was no less thinking.

"Ucyl?" Bree guessed.

"Liana, isn't she?" Ucil pangling due to Bree's long hair.

Bree still remembered Ucil's face, flabbergasted that he had been struck. Bree himself did not remember Ucil for sure. At a glance from Asif called 'Cil' means someone with the call of Ucil used to be.

"You're here on business, or playfully, Li?"

"Main, Mommy. This happens to be a cello, there's a nemenin too." Bree turned to Alby and his thumb spontaneously pointed at Alby.

Bree's eyes met Alby's eyes which turned out to be staring. Bree immediately turned his eyes away from Alby.

Asif then joins and sits between Bree and Alby. Both basketball people, Alby and Asif quickly connect.

Bree is a member of the Junior High School whose training days always coincide with basketball at school. Asif this is a basketball coach. The two extras always break together in the school cafeteria, getting the two to know each other.

Paskibraka trainers also train members in Tsanawiyah Madrasah behind the Great Mosque. There are times when training is made one. When Bree trained at MTS, when Asif was free, the two must have met because they were near Asif's residence. From there, the two can be familiar.

Bree will stop in the Asif neighborhood before returning home, after getting permission from his coach and of course after being allowed home people by phone connected by the coach. The process that became history, how responsible are the two coaches who will hand over students.

Bree was able to get to know Ucil and some people from Asif's neighborhood. Including Gusta, the owner of this shop. Only Gusta was not in place because he worked as an employee in the province of the region as well. Asif and Ucil also learn that Bree wandered out of the province.

As usual, Bree does not just tell contacts, it is better for him to share social media accounts because they are familiar.

"You're privacy?"

"Here, I agree, Mom."

"okay."

Asif doesn't bring that up. He understands enough that everyone does certainly have their own intentions.

Asif habitually gives Bree two dus martabak.

"I'm alone now, Mom."

Saying that, Bree's heart was a little haru and longed for his mother. Asif used to buy martabak up to three dus for the Bree family.

"Don't say that!" Asif firmly patted Bree's arm.

"Iissn ...." Bree hissing. Slightly felt pain in his arm from Asif's punch.

Asif widened, between the jokes and felt strange with Bree's reaction. Does pain?

"I'm not a paschib!" Bree hit Asif's arm back with his bogem.

"It's not just the length of your hair, your strength is changing? You reincarnated?"

"Not connecting, kali!" Bree joked with Asif.

Almost midnight, Alby and Bree say goodbye. Alby took a relaxing trip.

The aroma of martabak vaguely rubbed the nose. The Bree reflex is thickened on the tongue. Instantly his heart was heading. Bree clearly felt hungry.

Entering the housing, Alby invites Bree to eat. This time it's the goat satay that Alby bought.

Alby saw the warung burjo. He knows Bree also includes green bean porridge enthusiasts.

"Bri want a burjo?"

"The one."

Alby smiled watching Bree's indifferent response. The answer is short without looking into the eyes of the other person.

Alby did not bother, stopping in front of the stall to take Bree down. Bree just keep quiet.

Strange girl. Just say 'want' what a hard thing.

While waiting for the order to be wrapped while waiting in line, Alby sat facing the street. Looking at the large statue that turned its back. Right in the middle of the street in front of the shop. When entering the housing on the first day came yesterday, Alby briefly saw the statue standing at the height of the wall.

Alby walked over, past the side of the high wall surrounded by a small garden, and then stood in front of the statue. Chief Alby looked up. There were many skulls at the end of the wall, which were stepped on foot in boots. Very detailed and great made the size is larger than normal humans.

A statue of a soldier in a striped uniform with a headband whose tip waved in the wind. Next to his hand was carrying a bedil, and another hand was stretching out its huge palm wide. His mouth opened as if shouting something out loud. His body was heavy and tall.

What a cool statue. Alby didn't linger there, and went back to the stall. From the story, the wall was very high. There is historic evidence at the bottom of the wall, which has been submerged for years due to frequent eruptions.

Bree reminisced about every night of walking with his father and sister to the statue. Diverting the fussy sister before going to bed. It is far enough if you walk. Bree could be reckless and no matter his feet traveled many miles, so that makes Alby always want to be there to accompany Bree go anywhere. Bree is used to it.

Bree recalled the time when his papa's big hand tightly held his small hand, while holding his sister. Can Bree be selfish to want that time back?

Bree is so selfish that the fear of having a relationship. It is not easy to forget the great hope that is always just a memory. That includes Alby. Bree admits he is evil.

Suddenly Bree's cheerful babble disappeared from his hearing. In the back door became quiet. Alby understands Bree's melancholy nature.

"Bri kangen Papa again?"

Alby did not tease Bree who did not respond to the chat. He smiled feeling the left and right waist of the jacket tightly crimped two pairs of small hands. Bree hasn't held on for a long time, today Alby feels it again. Even though it was Bree's reaction because Alby's motorcycle just passed the sleeping police. Alby was less focused so he put the brakes on.

Bree let go of his hand that just gripped Alby's jacket. She should no longer be too intimate and expect comfort from Alby.