DUSK ON WHITE LIPS

1. Joglo!

The hand that is touching the shoots - the shoots of weeds with between fingers while stepping slowly with eyes holding the shine of the Sunlight that illuminates the face, like to feel back that weeds on the side of the road,

It was the same as the one that had once been clinging to his rough palm.

It is true that the warm rays are now the same as those that once stung the skin in his childhood.

His footsteps momentarily came to a halt, staring far away at where a gust of wind was brewing in his face.

Not at the height of Everst now his feet rest but at the height of his past miss now his feet are.

Memories such as buried behind the violet hue that spread throughout the green foliage, silenced the taste clearly visible on the thick lips, on the face that began to fall down as if embarrassed looking at his jelly Mentari who was smiling brightly.

The breath was slowly restrained by walking back up the path again on the increasingly uphill and narrowed.

The sounds of nature that are heard can still be clearly remembered with the eyes that look at the fingers of his feet.

"What's with this step? Like a blunt on fertile ground, like floating on a calm wave?"

Yes, the sound of his heart was like reflected on the rock and nail wall that had been passed.

For a moment he lifted his head. Try to smile between the bright blue sky, even though the smile on the lips is not as beautiful as the white clouds that clump thin. Just expel the gulananya heart.

Desir is felt all over the body, the feeling in the heart also flatters the calmness of the newly awakened nature.

Only the frenetic exhaust of the mountain motor was heard in ignorance, not bothering the heart that was hugging back the atmosphere that had been left behind.

Homes, yes! The longing that feels is now increasingly biting the heart of the natural aroma behind the lush trees of the hillside.

His smile was re-engraved despite being so stiff, as my way behind his steps was full of uneven corals.

Lukijo. A little dry in his throat.

now he has returned home, leaving a trail by the beach and a market of color on his way.

Now on the Mount, behind the fog He will be asleep and awake. But something is stirring up the feeling in the heart.

He had intended to visit a house where there is a generator engine that always sounds when the day goes dark, where the house is located, where there is a Pandu Tree branching like a giant catapult in front of his yard, with a well-kept living Pharmacy, Now live the weeds and weeds that grow it.

The house is now unkempt and uninhabited.

Back Lukijo mendehem.

Try to eliminate the fuss in his heart, staring down the hillside.

True enough! Only the face of the Hill is unchanged, foggy in the cold at night. What He left behind was like leaving. It seems that now he has to go through the fog longer by himself.

Although solitude is not new to him, but now all completely disappear, only a friendly greeting from Ms. Marimin who still remains to welcome him as before.

"Joe! How are you Jo? Enter Jo! Coming in!"

Ms. Marimin's face seemed unexpected when she saw it yesterday morning. And like without pause, Ms. Marimin asked about her condition while in the village.

And He has now known that the fate of his friend has gone with his happiness that has been obtained, unfortunately He did not have time to see that happiness.

Lukijo smirked his smile staring at the coral rocks at his feet remembering the face of Miss Marimin who looked happy to tell the state of Fate.

"Fortunate fate" he murmured with a slow sigh.

Now he can only hope for the durability and happiness of his best friend.

"Someone woke up in the blanket!"

Lukijo immediately drowned looking for the origin of the sound that sounded. disperse all his thoughts just now.

"Someone woke up in the blanket!"

Lukijo scratched his head.

It sounded like it was below it but it was clear above it that was covered in shrubs and weeds.

"Decile blanket at night," "It turns out the fog woke him up."

Although curious and deep down there is a sense of amused to hear Lukijo mesem stifled by observing to his two legs who wear jeans kw with a famous brand.

"Is it because it's cold? or .., or! Or?"

Back a voice like an angry person sounded.

Quickly Lukijo stepped towards the origin of the voice that was clearly at the top of the Hill, a little more He was almost at the top.

His hands will spread the bush that covers the path to make a hissing sound clashing on the leaves of the weeds. His eyes were on the top of the hill.

"I'm ashamed! I'm ashamed! Knowing what's really going on, you don't have a nose! basic!!!"

Lukijo immediately stopped his steps, his legs as if stuck in a fragile root of thatch.

Slowly turning his body twisting his steps back down.

barely! Without a sound now his footwork when brushing the bushes and weeds on his hankers and thighs while guessing whose voice was on the hill?

"Joglo!"

Lukijo was immediately choked, his eyes as if stretched forward.

Joglo, the name of the traditional house of Java as he had heard and was familiar in his ears.

"Joglo!!"

Lukijo's face turned tense, the voice above was like pulling his steps back up.

A swift swish flowed between the slowly climbing footsteps, like fear of sounding people on it.

Lukijo held his breath, as his eyes collided with the eyes of the woman who was standing not far from him, smiling as if she was waiting for him.

He grinned silently with the slightest smile that he was now doing, afraid that the woman in front of him would smile wrongly at him.

Beautiful, as in the virtual realm of seeing a face with a blurb of hair exposed to the wind, Lukijo subdued his gaze.

"Hi Jo!"

Lukijo tried to look back at the face of the woman who greeted him while approaching him. The swish now seemed to hit in the heart like a freeze, mute and stiff tongue felt to return greetings in his eyes, and the woman in front of him....

"Do you remember me Jo?"

limp felt Lukijo's hand as the voice on the red lips reached out to him, a smile that really made the sweat on his face more unstoppable like the Flood of Brattle Bro!.

"Forgot it, Jo?"

Lukijo mesem as usual, bitter mesem! as bitter as mengkel.

"I understand, it's been a long time."

Lukijo again bowed, trying to remember who was the beautiful woman in front of him, and it seems he had never met her.

A small dimple was seen as her eyes lifted slowly looking at the smile that was being painted, a row of white teeth made her even more stunned.

As the body temperature drops drastically, the gerogi taste begins to tickle, the self again feels dwarfed from all the beauty that is seen.

It's pretty! A word that always makes him feel sorry for himself.

"Jo, maybe it's like I introduced myself." Still with a thin smile.

Lukijo like mental, his old disease relapsed again, gerogi taste in his body.

He used to see beautiful women even though he just saw on the street or in the market, but in the approach especially in senyumi rarely happens, it can be calculated with a calendar from decade to decade and beyond.

Lukijo increasingly twisted his brain with just a silence.

" Shely."

Lukijo momentarily stunned.

"Beautiful it ?" His heart heard the name that had just been spoken.

He shook Shely's hand.

"I'm the brother of Light! Do you remember?"

Shely tries to remind Lukijo.

"Shely? Shely?" Lukijo in his heart, trying to remember it again.

And now he seems to remember it.

If it was Shely who once called him joglo! Who had lived a week with Cahaya and often invited to play to his House to the top of the Hill, of course now he feels so pangling.

Only the word Joglo could still be remembered, while Shely's face clearly changed.

It is only natural that he would not remember it anymore.

" So Jo, I'll leave you to think. I just wanted to tell you, Light told you to go to his house,"

"My grandfather was waiting for you here" Shely explained.

Lukijo.

"Bye, Jo!"

Shely Waves with sumringah.

Lukijo mesem nodded again.

"Light?" It was like following a body that was leaving.

The hue of the face returned radiant, the hue of the face in the wind that blew.

It sings like singing again, He is not alone.

Lukijo soon approached the banks of the Hilltop. His eyes looked for where the roof of the Green-covered Light House was lush with trees. A road seems to be intermittently blocked.

It's far away visible.

As far as his heart wished, it could return to see the Light that He used to call upon him,

"Bringiiiiii!!!"

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