DUSK ON WHITE LIPS
13. Rachete!
Not confused Lukijo stared idly at the kitchen yard that looked clean like swept by the strong morning wind, the smoke billowing in the burning of dry foliage garbage also seemed to clot even a little.
His confused face grew frenetic with a wander to the right and left side of the kitchen, but there was no figure that He was looking for.
Only a broom that rests on the kitchen wall that looks, like it has been used.
While the figure of Bu Marimin and Wati like vanished swallowed by the bright rays of the morning Mentari shining.
Unfortunately He woke up, but usually every morning that sounded and made him wake up, the voice of Wati was joking with Miss Marimin was frying Rice. But Weird! Even the pan with the black buttocks was still clean hanging near the furnace of fire, such as unspoiled oil and rice.
Where are the two of them? maybe that was the word that had a tiled in his mind, while scratching his head slowly walked closer to the well.
Even Shely did not appear with her morning sun.
As usual, Ms. Marimin went without telling her, which usually if she had not woken up, she would have woken up if she was going to leave.
Lukijo stared at the glare of light hitting his face.
With a lazy feeling of opening the bathroom door.
Wash the face Ala rate, aka guyur spinach. Like people who are washing spinach leaves that will be in vegetables. Origin of dip, squeeze and flush. And it's still mengingan.
Usually Lukijo only wiped his face with one hand, then wiped dry with a glove, even the birds were amazed to see the laziness.
Lukijo opened the bathroom door slowly, staring at the fresh branches that clashed softly in the wind.
With a lazy feeling that was still sleepy in his body, he went back to the kitchen.
He stayed up late with Mr. Prapto, while accompanying when his wife was going to his Son's House in the district city. So get up He must be late in the morning, little misery!
The effect last night now makes his stomach feel hungry.
His hands were not reaching for a pan that had been clean even though black still carved the buttocks of the pan, even though it was washed using a pack of laundry soap.
His eyes were fixed on the plate on the table covered with plates on it.
Fatigue opening.
His eyes looked confused and confused. Apparently Ms. Marimin had fried Rice for her.
Quickly because he was hungry, he immediately took him to the living room.
As usual, he prefers to have breakfast in the guest chair. Not without reason. He can eat breakfast while looking at people or vehicles on the road in front of the House, although some of his heart feels when love only passes quickly in his life.
A mouthful He did immediately, before his body was not yet sitting on a chair.
Crusty! From the fried oncom in thin slices, like the sound of a new chair he sat in.
His mouth was increasingly busy chewing slowly, like forgetting the confusion of the existence of Miss Marimin. But it is already! After all, Ms. Marimin will never stray on the Hill, she thought she was mixed with fried rice in her mouth.
Immediately get up standing, go straight to the kitchen back with the plate still in his hands.
back out with both hands holding each of the drinking glasses and plates that he had been holding since.
"Joe!"
Almost! Almost! He spilled both things he held. The sound in the kitchen surprised him.
"Where's my fried rice Jo?"
The sprinkling of drinking water from the glass he held had spilled a little on the table.
Dull face after waking up, although not only when waking up even everyday looks dull and ugly, immediately turned to the origin of the sound.
"Eloh jo? My fried rice..."
Lukijo was fixated on staring at the face of Wati who was approaching staring at the plate he was holding.
Rachete! Fierce felt his heart, considering that the incomplete fried rice was consumed by him, it turned out to belong to Wati.
"I don't know Ti," by putting slowly on the table and the glass.
"I think Ms. Marimin told me," he said again looking at Nasi goreng.
Wati limply sat in front of him, staring passionlessly at the fried rice that had been eroded almost as hard as it was.
"I was accompanying Bu-De to the side garden, looking for a banana heart to make in the vegetable," Wati limp slowly, like a famine.
"I make it again Ti" Lukijo regretted standing up.
Lukijo undoes his intention to go to the kitchen, scratching his forehead slowly with eyes looking at Wati.
Wati wagged her palm towards her face and neck area.
Lukijo mesem saw sweat on Wati's face. It seems that Wati really needs breakfast after exercising typical village people, looking for side dishes in the garden.
Lukijo is getting messy wide.
Wati looked suspiciously.
"Why smile Jo?" Ask in pias starting Kriuk! Fierce and fierce.
Lukijo almost chuckled to see it.
"Ti, what exactly did Fate do to you Ti?" his laughter seemed unstoppable.
Wati's face changed again, no longer hued red wrath but pseudo-beautiful that! When you hear the new name mentioned Lukijo.
His smile began to be etched brightly like the bright rays of Mentari in the front yard of the House.
The biases of the painted memories returned from the twinkle of his eyes that were bowed to cover his heart on the table.
Lukijo scratched his annoyed head looking clearly at Wati's papah.
"Ti, What are you doing now, because of Fate? If so, what else is Ti? Everything you've been through isn't it long over?" tanyanya slow.
It seems like he must ask Wati what he has done every day at Miss Marimin's House.
Wati's face changed back, looking quiet and silent mixed with sad air began to look.
Lukijo sighed slowly.
"Please go to your son Ti, Fate is no longer for you, neither is Yourself Ti" he said.
Wati stared intently standing up as if she did not like what Lukijo said.
"You don't know anything about all this Jo, so don't remind me of my family!" exclaim Wati half glared.
Lukijo mesem bitterly stared at Wati.
"Ti, I don't know anything about you right now, I just know you're married, so is Fate" she replied later.
"I told you just now Jo!" Wati's face was getting upset.
"Then why didn't you tell me or Shely Ti?"
"At least, I'm not surprised to see you every day accompanying Bu-De, I'm not surprised to see you ignoring your son."
"Free Jo!"
"free of charge? Free You do all this Ti, it's not gonna be like you used to." Lukijo remained in a soft voice. His heart feels crisp! garing was so concerned to see Wati.
Wati just silently stared out of the House, her nose fireworks hold the sparkle in her heart.
Lukijo rubbed his face slowly, seeing Wati running out of the House with a sob.
Confused again spread in his mind all that He did not know, while Wati could only explain to him with a cry.
Slowly looking back at the fried rice on the table, then looking out of the House where it still looks Wati running home.
Rachete! crisp his heart felt sad, seeing Wati who he had known so well to him and the family of Miss Marimin.
Lukijo stood up, stepping slowly towards the door of the House. His eyes glare in the middle of rice fields and the top of the Hill covered with twigs and trees, such as wanting to find answers to the testimony of love that has been a witness to the love of Wati and also Fate.
But only felt mute increasingly runaway when the eyes swept by the wind that blows sepoi.
Lukijo lowered his face, the door leaf he was holding was also silent, he was a witness to the joking of both as well.
"Joe!"
Lukijo immediately turned his head towards the kitchen, Miss Marimin called out to him.
With a little running He was immediately to the origin of the sound, maybe He could try to persuade Ms. Marimin to tell a little about Wati. He thought by grabbing the plate and glass on the table.
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