DUSK ON WHITE LIPS

10. Love flower

Not because of the beautiful bright afternoon that is shining in the brightness of the day, from the breezy coolness of the blowing wind gently caressed the green shoots between the singing of animals moving or flying to go home which made the eyes of Shely and Lukijo look at each other, he said, then I was silent as if staring at an oddity back.

Wati like undisturbed was busy sweeping the front yard of the House of Bu Marimin which was also sweeping.

Both are so familiar with the laughter that it is not heard from Shely and Lukijo's seat, but it can be seen.

It has been a few days of walking like Wati often does it, every morning and evening. It also makes Shely and Lukijo more familiar in each confused.

"Jo, what's it like not wanting to pay attention to Kevin again Jo?"

Shely leaned her head against the hut pole, her eyes still looking towards Wati and Miss Marimin.

Lukijo simply replied with no blinking looking at where Shely was looking.

"Prefer to play to Bu-de's house?"

Lukijo did not budge from sitting and looked at him even though the voice nearby sounded sad.

"Joe!"

Lukijo jerks slowly, the bitter mesem sees Shely. Then look towards the top of the Hill which began to dim from the twilight.

How He explained about Wati, which He knew all must have something to do with Fate, even though He did not know the true problem that makes Wati repeat his old habits while still in love with Fate.

If Wati returns with Fate, it seems like it is no longer possible considering that each has a partner.

Lukijo scratched stubbornly with his anger. Ruwet! his thought between Shely's questions was like echoing in the valley of the Hill.

Quickly seeing where Wati was, it still seemed to be sweeping, again still using her green dress.

"Did Wati always wear that dress Shel?"

Lukijo without looking at Shely who was staring lethargicly towards Wati.

No words heard.

Lukijo hesitated.

There was a listless nod as he looked at Shely's beautiful face.

Obviously already! Lukijo sighed softly while looking back at Wati.

It seems Wati is indeed repeating all about Fate. From the dress that indeed it is the fate of fate if Wati wears it.

But what makes him not to think anyway, what makes him do it?

"Shely must have a sweet memory?"

Lukijo turned his gaze towards the rice field in front of the hut.

"You mean Jo?"

Lukijo mesem bowed, then saw Shely.

Shely nodded back in lethargy.

"Surely, a beautiful man of his time doesn't have sweet memories with his boy friend!" mesem width Lukijo.

"Yes but you mean ask Jo?"

Shely still sounds lethargic.

"So did Wati," Lukijo replied, mesem saw Wati.

"There is no mistake, if Wati wants to remember the time when sweet flowers are blooming" he said again.

"But jo!, it's not possible to repeat itself!"

Shely was irritated, glaring at him toward the dust of the wind-blown road.

Lukijo looks mesem.

"Unless something is left between them?" Lukijo as guessed.

Shely immediately saw it in wonder. Then look towards Wati who seems to have finished sweeping and remained indifferent when he saw it and Lukijo who had been watching him since.

"Jo, I really don't understand!"

Lukijo now scratched his head a sign indeed he did not understand everything that He did not know.

"Maybe it's like this Shel." Lukijo stood up as if to explain something.

His eyes were guerrilla towards his sandals and Shely sandals.

Then take one of Shely's sandals.

Shely watched lazily.

"If you leave one of your slippers." Lukijo was hesitant and confused to explain.

"Forward Jo," said Shely, though as if he was lazy to listen.

Lukijo swallowed his saliva slowly.

"When you're on your way, you'll come back to pick it up and put it on again" she said shyly looking at Shely's face staring at her.

"No jo! I'll buy a new one!" Shely with slow whimpering.

"Sandal broke! How to wear it again!"

Lukijo mesem wide hear a speech nearby.

"Behold, there's Jo's husband! The kid!"

Shely's face flushed.

"I know," mesem Lukijo.

"But the seeds that are planted long ago, will become flowers again when watered a taste," he said slowly.

"But Jo! It's all impossible, Jo!" Shely wanted to cry.

"Section Jo! Did you ever plant flowers?" he continued to stare sadly at Lukijo's face.

Lukijo bitter mesem, sigh carve the hilltop that looks silent.

"Earlier," he replied as if muttering.

"Just hasn't had time to grow, wither in the ground" he said, looking at Shely.

Shely melengos.

"I guessed it!" chirps.

Lukijo buried his smile among the splashing sounds of water flowing in the rice fields.

The flower in his heart might just be a conditioning to his difficult steps. To truly blossom in the fragrant in the beautiful vase of love will only exist in his mind and wishful thinking. The thorny flowers that only fell on every love that He tried to find, fell from the low.

Only the heart tries to let go in the chaos of love felt, He does not want to try to plant flowers that will never be colored in his life.

Now He just wants to live it all, on the sidelines of a flowering Garden.

Just enjoy every beauty without having to try to pluck it, and if He has the heart flower again, how should he hold it? His hands felt weak too.

"Joe!"

Lukijo jerked slowly, as if the splashing sound of water in his ear.

Mesem bitterly turned to Shely who had just startled him.

"Jo, if Wati is still watering the long-stored flower of love, it will never be the same when it first grows, it will never be the same as the time that has blossomed and radiated."

Shely glanced at Miss Marimin's house. The page that looks empty.

Lukijo stared at the gloomy face nearby, then quickly turned his face slowly as Shely looked at him.

It was not the lonely courtyard in front of the House that made him sigh slowly, but the grunts crowded in the heart that caused the impression of hard, hard! To try to stare at the bright twinkle covered in fretful dew in Shely's eyes. While the cool twilight wind is still morning giving a caress that sweeps the face.

It seemed that He did not want to go back to trying, planting flowers in a lame heart, half his steps all this time, so dwarfed in taste and self.

"Joe!"

"Yes Shel, I'm listening,"he came back.

Shely's face looked stifling, slowly rising to his feet.

Lukijo immediately followed.

"Near night Jo, I'd better take Wati home."

Lukijo mesem nodded with only following Shely's steps.

"The flower of love won't be as fragrant as Jo."

lukijo remained mesemically nodding, without looking at the thin lips that spoke beside her walking.

Shely looked at him with a little annoyance.

"Jo?"

"Yes Shel, I'm listening" Lukijo said, looking only at her toes in stark contrast to Shely's fingers.

"What?" Shely's like keeping an upset.

Lukijo.

"Yes if it doesn't smell good, it smells like Shel."

Shely immediately stopped her wrath.

"You mean?" his question started to pry.

"Yes it .. rich sandflowers." Lukijo with mesem.

"Jooooooooo!" pissed Shely pulls hard nose mini Lukijo.

Lukijo grinned in pain.

The night sky shows the light in the clouds. Even the dew seems to be preparing to envelop the entire back of the Hill. So did Wati who was seen on the doorstep of the House to prepare to go home waiting for Shely who was joking annoyed in his gloom.

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