DUSK ON WHITE LIPS
12. Jelita in the morning.
Tumbens! Maybe only that word that is in the middle of berjubel mengkel in the heart of Lukijo. Unusual-normally and only this morning did he see Shely sweep with Ms. Marimin.
While Wati who was diligent in carving his bagagan looks absent picket clean-up back yard.
"Is it possible that Wati told him to replace his picket?" ask the joke in the heart to see the little smile Shely saw it.
As indifferent he immediately swelled towards the well covering part of his face with his blanket.
"Tumben woke up Jo?"
Lukijo just messed up behind the sheath by opening the bathroom door answering Shely's question.
"The name is Lukijo!" Ms. Marimin spoke up.
Shely smiled widely, with a back following Miss Marimin sweeping.
Like the morning in every morning, only the loud noise of the broomstick scratches the ground that adorns the House, the, there are no cockroaches or fowl like the ones in the non-together Houses that adorn all the way to the Hill.
There is also no stunning bleating sound in the morning, only the sound of coughing from Ms. Marimin that sometimes sounded annoying ears.
Living alone, to defend the house left by her late husband.
"Joe! Tumben so long!" Miss marimin is still with the sweep.
Shely chuckles.
"Usually spinach!"he chimed in on Ms. Marimin.
There is no sound of splitting the morning from the bathroom.
"Walking Jo?" Shely guessed.
But the silence is still coming from inside the bathroom.
Ms. Marimin covered her laughter by picking up the wet, sticky leaves stepped on her feet on soft ground.
The bathroom door is open.
Lukijo ties his scabbard around his waist, which usually circles his shoulders and plate.
Leaning his butt in the well, seeing the changing peculiarities of the morning.
"I do it often! If you ask?"
Shely looked at Lukijo to him.
Lukijo mesem rubbed his face remaining water wash face.
"I was just asking Wati?" his mouth almost evaporated.
"Still sleeping Jo!" shely's smile is back.
Bright, like the light of a sleepy eye, seeing tiny dimples on sweet lips scrape off a cold morning.
It feels warm when the mind remembers it in a submissive face avoids the eyes of the ayu.
The heart logic is like a stranger digesting the flowing soft language feels clear.
The morning song from the scented hot coffee on the mega plateau, delights in the heart-pumping shakes, deep in the morning wishful thinking that is just getting away.
The moment of self-devotion returns, to remind the debris of love that has collapsed without being able to re-establish it.
A heavy breath that is able to stop will be felt in the heart. No longer to hope in the high heavens.
The sound of Shely's small steps approaching, like a heartbeat that is now being felt.
"I just want to hear Bu-De's explanation, about the strange Wati," Shely said nearby.
The sound of Bu Marimin's broomstick still clearly scratched the ground.
Lukijo mesem bitter.
"How's it?" ask her slowly.
Shely shook her head in regret.
"I'm confused, jo" shely looked at Ms. Marimin.
Lukijo scratched his head more confused.
Not because of the matter of Wati being warm He and Shely squint, but the red color on Shely's lips that makes him confused in his attitude.
Again, very ranum! If to sweep in the morning, with a fragrant aroma on his body.
Even the little birds are getting busy whistling like a flirt in the morning.
Even the coffee flowers feel lazy to bloom to see it.
For a moment he stared fixedly at his toes, and Shely's fingers between the brooms.
The thought of his wishful thinking was like piercing through the sky reflected on the cement floor that was inundated with water. It feels far away if you have to carve the sky again with love and longing, like a Back that only misses the Moon again.
A moment to stare at the face of Shely who was still watching Ma Marimin sweep, and back his imagination as if flying in the air, Maybe if the Back of the spacecraft nebeng, it could be going to the Moon.
Quickly turned his gaze toward the branches high on the edge of the coffee garden, But the rumpuk must be so the first astronaut can only get on his plane, Angannya whispered again fretting in green-green leaves young.
But where does it cost?
"Joe!"
Lukijo flinched, out of shock, Shely's voice disperse his Ngawur seagrass.
"Yes Shel?" Like wave.
"Morning, what are you daydreaming about?"
Lukijo mesem shy, downcast avoids beautiful eyes Shely.
"Ah, not Shel. Just remember Wati, usually after sweeping He and Bu-De make fried rice every morning, make breakfast," replied Lukijo mesem bertahan.
"Seriously?" Shely looked towards the kitchen door.
Lukijo nodded slowly, though Shely did not see it.
Shely turned his head slowly, Lukijo immediately turned his face towards Bu Marimin who had finished sweeping.
"Bu-U! Done already?" Shely approached Ms. Marimin who was walking towards the kitchen.
"It's Shely." Miss Marimin by going into the kitchen.
Shely's coming soon.
Lukijo mesem covered his mouth with a swab of his hand watching.
Morning will be noisy again with a frying pan from the kitchen.
Nasi Goreng morning will again taste on the tongues of the day is getting hot.
Today, this morning is different from yesterday.
The smile of the nettle that had just moved with a fragrant pitch, embroidered the dimples of Aduhai! The heart-wrenching, like a ringing in the walls of a well, echoes subtly making small ripples from the falling water droplets at the ends of the Ferns that grow them.
A feeling like floating in his calm ripples, as if he wanted to on the timba rise to the surface to be flowed in the Bak-bak heart to the full, as if, to be able to feel clear and fresh an impression of love flowing smoothly.
The breath is so light when the eyes, reminiscing about the smile that has just been etched sweetly in the green coffee leaves, so tempting wishful thinking to continue to be drawn in the wind that comes.
The dry branches that are wet under it, will again dry with a blazing light that will soon grow rapidly throughout the garden behind the House.
The sound of crowing and bleating is increasingly rarely heard, changing the sound of mountain exhausts that disturb the ears and air, awakening barefoot steps or rough rice-cooled boots, rough, to return to the land and wild grass, scavenge the backs of the Hill with hope.
There are no crowded traffic congestion vehicles, or pedestrians as well as in the middle of the city or market.
There was only the silence and smiles of barefaced faces to welcome nature back in the morning.
Lukijo widened his smile even more, the sound of clattering from inside the kitchen had been heard, his eyes momentarily stunned again. Lips ranum, although in the kitchen it looked dark, but clearly Shely was laughing at him, and that must have been because of the loud voice from Ms. Marimin's frying pan.
Lukijo hung down to cover his laughter.
And that made Shely laugh even more.
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