Don't Say SORRY

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Bree bungah waiting for Gandos cake ordered by Alby. Clearly waiting to get home soon and enjoy a savory snack of coconut with a sprinkling of refined sugar. So did the peddler, aka the father who was still selling Gandos at midnight, the dude poured the dough into the baking pan until it ran out of the basin.

There was relief on the tired face of the father, and he thanked him for the last trade in Alby's line. Initially Alby intended to buy the rest of the dough in a basin. It turned out that it was indeed the last batch. The father chatted to the two young and young men who were waiting for him, as well as his chatting friends before returning home.

Bree knows he's an old peddler around here. Mama Bree once asked her whereabouts that early in the morning had been seen shallow, then the night was still visible around. He traveled twice from morning until noon, and rested at home, then in the afternoon back around until night. But now, the father went around starting in the afternoon until as he pleased.

His children who are mature and well-established enough to make the father with his wife who is equally old to do the activities as they can. Just connecting life with habits that have been cultivated since long ago.

But the Gandos cake is now not in line first. From the glass of the wagon is not visible cake that is displayed. And the father did not target the cake to be sold out. Nothing is different from before until now. The father consistently maintained the materials and calculations and processes for decades.

Bree remembered with certainty that the taste had not changed. Alby chuckled at Bree overheating devouring one freshly served cake into the package.

A plastic bag was received by Bree from the father who then held his hand.

"Health yo, Nduk, Nang ...."

"Aamiin's." Bree and Alby agree.

"Thank God, sir," Bree said.

"Almarhumah wis entuk panggon. Sing diligently prayed. Sing spirit continues to harake your Mama. Wis, don't be puffed up," said the father, seeing Bree's eyes glazed over.

("Almarhumah has got the best place. The diligent prayer. The spirit continues his hopes your mother. Already, don't be whiny,")

Alby, who had been listening to the interaction of the two, now approached and touched the soft tip of Bree's head on his knees parallel to the father sitting down. Next to Bree's hand was held by two wrinkled hands.

"Your mama pingin anake seneng wae. Sing patience ning dalanmu. Kabeh wis ditentukise ambek Gusti."

("You want your son to be happy. Patient in your path. Everything was decided by Gusti.")

The father kept saying and saying Bree. It turns out that Bree's mama bought to him too often until they got to know him a little. Bree recalls many childhood memories of his mother's time at work and often brought home Gandos cakes.

"Supervous suwun. You're healthy, nggih."

("Thank you. You're healthy, yeah.")

"Aamiinu. Alhamdulillah, healthy ben zeal le ider," said the father chuckled as he took off his grip and began several carts.

(Ben le ider \= spirit so that the spirit if traveling)

The two people who had interacted between the carriage now stood up. The father slightly bent over to clean the window where he sat. Alby then grabs Bree's hand.

"Balek, come on, balek. Wis meh esuk's. Sing ngati-ati, Nang, montorane. Djagani yo, wedok's son."

("Go home, let's go home. It's going to be morning. Be careful, Nang, run it. Guarded yes, daughter.")

(Nang \= Call boy)

"Sign, sir," said Alby, who had the trust to guard Bree from Gandos' father. "Bapak ati-ati."

"Yo. Uwes! Podo-podo, ngati-ati ning ndalan, coral dewe ki stuffing ning njobo."

("Yes. It's already! Equally, be careful on the road, since we are still outside.")

The wind whirring accompanied the three passed from the spot. Bree noticed that his hands were held together, then looked at Alby as he let go. Alby turned his head as the arm was released. He saw Bree frowning in getting rid of the sight.

Alby felt heavy heart to stop the streets considering Bree's house was getting closer. Not content to enjoy the night together which for him is the momentum Bree is very close. Different in the house that according to Alby is always alone. Alby glanced at the rearview mirror to see Bree silent in the bonbar.

"Bri want to nyekar Mama?"

Bree had long wanted to visit, but time and finances were limited. Bree was silent and seemed not to respond to Alby, but Alby did not stop talking.

"From here, nyekar first."

"Go back, Bi. I'm gonna finish the schedule."

Bree remembered about the plan to resign that would actually be inhibited Alby. Not just Alby. Levi who read Bree's intentions had also anticipated holding back the resignation later. Alby did not want to continue the conversation.

Alby turned his motor back as he passed the tent soto. He was wanting to eat a special soto that has not been found since he left the house. It is only in the mind that the tongue is so out of control.

"Pengen soto bangkong," said Alby who listened to Bree.

"No, I didn't say that. We passed the place."

Alby's motorbike was parked near the soto tent, then the two went down and prepared.

"This day is closed."

Bree didn't say. Just stared at Alby for a bit then stepped in, ahead of the tailing Alby.

Bree thinks it's appropriate for Alby to be photographed again. Tonight they have eaten soto twice and in different stalls. But Alby and Bree don't feel bad eating with a matter of minutes' pause because the stomach is still supportive.

Bree didn't seem to want to chatter. Alby was silent despite wanting to talk. Surely Bree was about to say something, but seeing Alby silent made him go down. The two humans faced off but were like strangers even their eyes did not interact.

All the way home Alby still chose silence. Letting Bree rest in the dead. While at the red light Bree voiced cheerfully and Alby enthusiastically responded. Bree permission wanted to give some of his savory cookies to the two buskers. Alby sumringah. But then Alby was sour because Bree was flat-faced again.

Arriving at home the desire to quickly rest makes the two also have not spoken to each other. They alternate to clean themselves. Then relax. Bree sat down and enjoyed the cake. Alby approached without a word. Both are more fun with their respective phones than enjoying togetherness.

Bree felt a slight saturation from desolation. Then he said, "Thank you today, Bi." Without regard to the proposed.

Bree is still upset that his closeness to Alby is embarrassing and alienated. Matchmaker jokes are in fact doom. But one of Bree also ended up smitten. But Alby is still willing to do many things for him according to the expression of caring feelings. So, Bree mustn't be disrespectful.

Bree spoke but eyes remained on the cell phone and mouth chewed the snacks. Not so good for Alby. But it was a little better for Alby.

"Together, Bri," replied Alby smilingly staring at the figure that was on his back.

Hearing the soft sound of response made Bree reflex turn his head. Watching Alby's smile was like a feeling of a flower. Ah, I don't know, Alby has the best mask. At most it was temporary and after this dodged Bree again.

"There's no need to do anything for me anymore. This is the last one."

Bree turned his eyes to his phone screen. Whether you want to be considered ungrateful or refuse sustenance, you may also be accused of hurting the feelings of others. Precisely this close makes Bree a bad person. Bree just didn't want to continue the wound. Bree has to be firm.

Alby's sour because Bree talks ketus.

"Let me be Bree Deli Liana who doesn't care about anyone. Kayak first. I mending have no feelings, continue to hurt people ..., oh, don't tell me I hurt your heart," explained Bree.

"I said it's not good to take nicotine, keep saying it, I hurt your feelings. I was finally embarrassed. Well, you're on, even going. I'm sick too. Even I hurt your regime," Bree continued.

Bree reminds me of what happened to Alby. As if blaming Alby first brings Bree into their story. More precisely Bree made a strong Alby approach him.

"My color, Bri lives a lot of money?"

Bree has no regrets. I hope Alby stays. Exactly expected all the habits that Alby did for Bree. But Bree is confused as to how because his own feelings are already intertwined.

"I ruined Bri's life?"

Alby's not consistent about protecting. Disappeared a few days without a word. Bree feels Alby has hidden a lot of facts. He said, just let the feeling be his without Bree retaliating. But Bree is like a transition. He said, so far the feeling to Rima does not exist. But it was very much his fear of losing Rima.

Alby wants two relationships. But I cannot act worthy. The turn of chaos on understanding is precisely avoiding. Bree just doesn't like the way Alby is swaying. Bree doesn't know what else to say. Alby still doesn't understand.

Alby was silent because he didn't know what to say anymore. His gaze was still fixed on Bree. Quietly watching Bree move his head. Bree's eyes glanced at the hawker, then glanced at him.

Bree finds Gandos's remaining cake one and picks it up. "Not finished." Alby doesn't seem to be eating it. "Thank you. I eat."

Alby furrowed an eyebrow watching Bree say 'eat' as if permission but had already bitten him. After all, Bree ate it more greedily. Alby wanted to laugh but was only detained.

"Hm. Pinter. Don't forget to drink."

(Telap-telep \= Gradual)

Bree almost choked on the last cookie chew in his mouth. The body that was about to be broken down is now back to sit and put the phone. Bree grabbed a bottle.

"Not finished ngunyah already want to fall asleep."

Bree didn't respond to Alby's rant. He waited for the chew to finish, then sipped a drink. Afterwards the drinking bottle was placed, while a glimpse of Alby who sat leaning back and seemed to focus on the phone. Bree grabbed the packet of cake that he had folded neatly.

Alby's still watching Bree's papa. Bree fingers pick up the wrap from a plastic bag, unfold it to fold again. I don't know what Bree is thinking because the hen is serious.

"Well, selo. Rubbish is messed up."

Bree quickly threw it back in the plastic. Alby chuckles at Bree looking misbehaved.

Bree. Choose to reach for the phone and open the message that has been left. Actually already want to fall because on the back feels very tired. But Bree just sat down, remembering Alby was chatty about the rules.

Alby's really ticklish. Let him alone a Bree cool with his own world. Neither of them started a conversation. Alby glanced at Bree smiling as he read something.

"Sampe forgot there were people nearby. It's so cool that nanggepin is far away."

There's something coming out of Alby's mouth. Similar mom-emak. Bree secretly cursed. Bree stopped typing and put down his phone. Now lay his body facing tilted back to Alby who seemed to be following the move.

Alby decided to switch positions while grabbing the roll of his backrest to be placed into the corner of the mattress. And ask Bree to move out of the bed.

Bree felt a pat on his backside mattress. Then shift the body backwards, then reverse direction, and quickly grab the bolster in front of him to enter the embrace.

The small movement from Alby's place made Bree curious and turned his head. Alby was sitting looking at him. Bree looked away. Thinking Alby is still in position because it has a narrow bedroom so Bree is more mojok.

Alby feels Bree is avoiding direction, now increasingly thinking Bree is indeed away from him. If the mattress in the next room deserves to sleep, maybe Bree stepped aside and chose to sleep there. Alby sighed and then collapsed without saying anything, because Bree himself chose silence.

Alby was staring at the ceiling. Hearing the subtle snoring from beside him, then turned to Bree who was turning his back. Bree fell asleep very quickly. Alby tilted and embraced that slender waist.

Bree was piqued roughly pulled by the burly hands that encircled his waist. Bree's head was about to turn his head before being restrained by the chin of a person behind him who was holding him.

"Shuutt's.shuutt.."

Bree frowned wanting to curse at the man at will who made himself wake up shocked, then without sin to persuade silence like calming a fussy leak.

"Sleep."

Bree is sleepy. Hugely. Makes her quiet not to respond to Alby. Alby's hand stroked Bree's forehead while tidying up the hair description that did disturb the face. Then move to pat Bree's ass gently. Bree went back to sleep.

Immediately Bree's regular breath returned to rhythmic. Alby stopped his hypnotic claps, then went to sleep and re-embraced Bree's waist.

Sometimes, the relationship between the two is like a snot girl with the father. Sometimes they can be like the demons of two warring camps. Sometimes Alby is like a male cat wanting to attack the female. Sometimes he also hopes that he is a male kingkong who can seduce the female to mate.

Alby was jolted by his own mind. It was just how much he was a jerk. His eyes moved to sweep the nako window which slightly showed the courtyard of the house. The blinds are deliberately opened slightly to allow light and air into the room. Alby let out a heavy sigh and began to catch up with sleep.

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