DUSK ON WHITE LIPS

15. I've felt it too

"I'm afraid of Wati ..."

Shely half whispered.

Lukijo lowered his face, Shely's lips felt close to his ears.

"Crazy you mean?" Half whispered anyway.

Shely nodded slowly.

"No way Shel." Lukijo.

The two again noticed Wati sitting in front of the kitchen door.

"Crazy people don't eat that much" Lukijo said, sweeping back.

Shely came back with her broom.

Both have since noticed the behavior of Wati who is eating, but in a way that is not usually done.

Usually Wati immediately sweep with Miss Marimin when it comes, but now directly eat without a lot of words bengong chew staring into the interior of the coffee garden.

Another thing that makes both of them do not think out, Ms. Marimin who is usually diligent in sweeping every morning, looks busy frying rice that is being eaten Wati.

Then both were told to change.

"But Jo." Shely in between the sound of her broomstick.

"It's more like a person who is being possessed," he continued to glance back at Wati.

Lukijo saw Wati.

Then the two immediately threw out their respective gazes as Wati looked towards them.

"Don't that include the crazy Shel?" Lukijo.

"But, let's see again. Wati always looks towards the garden" Shely said. Trying to see Wati.

Lukijo dropped his tongue broom, then took it by bending his body.

"It is precisely Wati seeing us" whispered Lukijo standing up.

The two swept back to the side of the house.

The morning hue felt strange, bright rolling carrying a silenced face.

Only the red on Shely's lips comforts the crows in ignorance and the jovial chirping The tiny birds welcome morning.

Lukijo, though lazy and drowsy still lingering on his face, increasingly engrossed as if lost air drowsiness that used to gnaw on his morning saw a smile and a beautiful dimple on Shely's face, Rich spirit that his life!.

Complaints of the tongue which is usually a disease recurrence when with women, as if vanished like the morning light that evaporates the morning dew, as if it had been used together, as if no longer awkward heart.

"Jo, do we have to sweep up the front yard?" Shely by straightening her waist.

Lukijo did the same.

It turns out that sweeping looks an easy job, but feels heavy too, what else is at the waist. That's what the two of them feel.

"Normally Yes," Lukijo said, recalling Wati's custom with Ms. Marimin.

Shely rubbed her forehead slowly.

Lukijo. Her heart rippled again, feeling beautiful and bright warm sweaty morning. Slowly bowing his gaze as Shely looked at it.

"Why Jo?"

Lukijo looked down further and continued sweeping.

"Pity of Wati."

"Yes Jo, the sicker it seems to be" Shely said.

The loud sound of his second broom scratching the moist soil was echoed with the squeals of the fowl and bleated in the distance.

Smile at each other if the eyes accidentally, or accidentally fight in his waist paddle.

"Jo." Jo." Shely with eyes of disbelief.

Lukijo immediately followed Shely's gaze.

Both looked weak.

How not! Clean the ground because they just swept, must look dirty again.

Wati looks without sin to throw kitchen garbage, like spreading feed on livestock, or fish in a pond.

"Jo, crazy jo!" Shely seemed to have lost consciousness. Staring at the dirty stuff.

Lukijo mesem annoyed.

"Prophe Shel," he said as if regretting Wati's attitude.

"But Jo's pegel," Shely said.

"I feel it too" Lukijo replied.

"My waist Jo."

"I feel it Shel, too" Lukijo said again.

Shely sighed.

"My heart is Jo" he said later.

"I also felt..." Lukijo was unable to continue his words.

Lukijo mesem bowed.

"I felt it too" he replied by stepping on his own left foot.

He almost said.

"All right Jo, what I'm saying, Wati's gone crazy."

Shely's face turned clear.

"No Shely, Wati is just delaying us" Lukijo replied reassuringly.

"You mean?" lethargic Shely.

"In order for us not to have breakfast," lethargic Lukijo quietly.

Both are looking.

Sweaty forehead are both like saliva that comes out holding back thirst and stomach pain.

Almost half a round of the House that has been wiped clean, had to repeat it again because of the actions of Wati.

"My stomach is starting to feel bad, is it Jo?"

"I feel it too" Lukijo said again.

"I want to go to Jo's bathroom."

"I am also ..." Lukijo restrained his lips, looking at Shely's face.

"Go to the kitchen," she later said.

Shely's eyes, which were about to open wide, faded back.

"But I'm, what are you, Jo?"

"Don't Wati hit me with a plate."

"Indeed Wati really crazy Shel?" wonder Lukijo.

"Well, that's proof!" shely's index finger pointed towards the scattered trash.

Lukijo scratched his forehead like he wanted to guess.

Suddenly Shely held her lips slowly.

"My aunt, gatel is Jo?"

Lukijo stared softly and embarrassed Shely's red lips.

Then get down fast.

"I haven't felt it yet,"

"Ohhhh!"

Lukijo immediately held his mini super nose which was pulled mercilessly.

Bengong ! the wonder and pain he felt. Pain because the hand that pulled his nose felt rough. Wonder how he could not see that Ms. Marimin was already nearby.

Nakakak's voice was heard splitting Lukijo's heart.

Lukijo immediately saw.

Wati folded amused by bridging his back in the corner of the side of the House.

"Win' Jo! Don't be so much of a nduk!!" exclaim Wati hard

Lukijo bowed back, then slowly looked at Ms. Marimin.

"Actually my fault is what's Bu-De?" tanyanya.

"Jo-jo, haven't you felt it yet?"

"Indeed not yet Bu-De," Lukijo replied looking at the smiling Shely.

"Mum-de's lie! A lie!!" Pekik Wati.

"The lie! A lie!" Solot Lukijo followed Wati's remarks.

"It's true Ti! Bu-De's! I've never felt my lips in a mosquito bite!" deny Lukijo is upset.

"Ohhhhh! Want to bite a wasp?"

The voice of Ngakak Wati echoed the words of Ms. Marimin.

Shely chuckles.

"Don't Mom - De! Her lips will grow bigger!!" pekik Wati again.

"You goat horn, often Jo?"

Wati's laughter became increasingly, like being unable to support his body on the wall, lengser by sitting down limp to let his laughter hear and remember the events of the game with Lukijo like what was just asked by Ms. Marimin.

Horn after horn that He had hit hard the buttocks and face of Lukijo, like a greeting of love and longing for him, every time shepherding or was cleaning the cage.

And unfortunately Lukijo does not have enough horns to repay him.

Wati held her stomach which began to feel cramped because she laughed in her thoughts traveling to the past. Remnants of Lukijo goat markings such as carving curats on the slopes of the Hill and the top of the Hill, will never erode in memory even though time rained, never will it freeze in memory even if the cold mist changes time,

and it will never be repeated, even if the cage stands together today.

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