DUSK ON WHITE LIPS

16.Crescent Moon.

The night was so black and the stars were like nothing flickering in an instant. The white mega that marched slowly in the bright night seemed to disappear with the bright rays of the Crescent Moon that was enthroned on the eyelids that were staring at him.

As usual though it was usual to see or say hello, still the fog was cold and stiff like a steel shield on Lukijo's body. It is difficult to move let alone joke in the swift words spoken.

The mood that He often experienced when with another type, let alone a Subtle! You can jump into a mess of words in his lips by itself before thinking or even terbesit in his mind.

While the little foliage of PJKM is like impatient to hear it chattering even though it is laid out to warm the night and fog.

Lukijo only glanced with the corner of his eyes and a lowered gaze played his toes whenever a sigh and a sigh sounded close at his side.

"Where's the moon the other half, jo?"

Lukijo rubs gently the jeans that cover his neck, the bitter mesem skinning the heart.

"Jo-jo, what can't talk more than a mesem?"

Lukijo held back his laughter, held a thump in his chest to speak, saw the Crescent Moon that was striking in his sky-glow.

"Eating an owl half of it" he said, muttering.

"Doyan tuh, Bird?"

Lukijo returned the mesem, then shook his head bowed.

Shely widened her lips marked with annoyance.

The beautiful curves near the lips that are being engraved, so beautiful among the rays that touch it even though the cold stroked it.

Lukijo just didn't see it.

Shely's eyes, which had been climbing since the walk, slowly opened with a bright light. Staring calmly at the Crescent Moon which since then was also reluctant in his eyes.

The sound of his sighing and breathing was like disappearing in the rustle of the thatch on the side of the road.

It makes Lukijo like he wants to look at him. But the pounding of his heart made the motion around his neck feel heavy.

Silence returned to disturb the atmosphere. While not far from them sitting, precisely behind them, Mr. Prapto who has since also observed in the dark of the night, hiding behind the grass of the hedge guard garden beside the House. Sitting with a small stool like muttering, like condemning the silence that has been heard since.

Stiff pat without voicing to the mosquitoes - garden mosquitoes, like the steps of the king of the jungle who is stalking the prey.nearly! Without noise.

Although the lation in his skin was almost used up to smear his skin from the attack of Mosquitoes, but his bite was still able to touch his skin.

Itching to scratch, mixed with itching to talk or cursing Lukijo makes him have to pull out the gnarly shoots that stick between his eyes.

To intervene so that two people to chat with each other in laughter or joking also seems impossible for him, it is almost late. His eyes asked to be closed.

Very slowly, with a sense of disappointment in the silence of Lukijo to Shely immediately pushed towards the back of the house, as there was no hope for him to see or hear the voice of Lukijo humming in the seduction.

Geletrekkkkk!

Mr. Prapto's face was pale, an object was purposely thrown towards him and hit a small tree trunk that covered his bent path. The window of the room next to his house opened one. His wife's head looked at his place in surprise. Fortunately for him, the leaves of a lush small tree that became the guardrail of the house and kebuya so tight besides thatch that grows.

But the light rays from inside the room will certainly make it visible if you look at it for a long time, Lucky! Back for him, his wife again closed the window with a fixed gaze towards him.

The sound of steps was heard almost approaching, his eyes also saw the figure of Lukijo high like looking for the origin of the sound just now. But quickly returned after seeing the dark side atmosphere of the House.

Relieved breath blows slowly along the thump in the chest, with the lembali walking bent.

Rays though not perfect from the Crescent Moon trying to thin the dark around the House, feels like a cold little rinai falling on the bodies of leaves that turn black at night.

Pak Prapto's face with a calm mouth walked up to the back door of his kitchen.Although his mission tonight looks chaotic.

Mr. Prato deliberately asked Lukijo and Shely to know the actions of both if only alone.

It turns out that more crickets are snoring in the garden beside the House compared to Lukijo, silent like the top of the Hill.

The desire to blame Lukijo like a lump as cold as fog saw his attitude that was more silent than muttering.

With the thought of being annoyed with the cold and itching, slowly open the kitchen door that is deliberately not in the key.

his hand was stuck, the door was locked.

The voice in his heart completes the aggravation of his heart. His wife must have locked it.

Entering from the front will make Lukijo and Shely suspicious, while the Message to his Wife if both are looking, to say Himself is looking at the Goat that will be sold to him under the Hill.

The feeling of blaming his wife also began to enter his mind.

Inching slowly from the kitchen door, look back at where Lukijo and Shely were from the side wall of the House.

Almost surprised, there was no black shadow under the guava tree.

While looking back, watching the surroundings, curiosity to return to the front also made him step slowly settles.

Dark beside the House makes it almost invisible if from the front of the House.

Mr. Prapto stopped his steps after looking down through the window of the room where his wife was inside.

His eyes began to travel to the front of the house. There is no visible presence or hiding the two figures in the car.

A sense of security and curiosity made him step closer to the guava tree.

The Crescent Moon was seen covered in thick clouds, although it still had faint rays of light.

Then head for the road.

His eyes and body moved watching, it turned out that Lukijo da Shely had returned home, he thought by walking slowly towards Home.

The living room that had turned off the lights, made him sure the two were impossible to be inside.

Slowly open the door, then close it again. His hand immediately touched something in the middle of the wall of the room.

The light in the middle of the room was on.

Not only the room that now looks bright but his eyes also look bright because it is open enlarged.

Lukijo, Shely and his wife were already sitting in the middle seat staring at him.

"It's too late to go home Mr ...?" Mesem Lukijo's.

"For a long time, we were waiting for you" said Shely mesem sweet.

Pak Prapto's wife rubbed her eyes like she was holding back sleepiness.

"Ahhhh, as usual Jo, Shely chatted for a while," said Mr. Prapto, sitting next to his wife.

"It's a shame that Mr. Prapto went through something" Shely said.

"meaning?" Mr. Prapto smiled.

Lukijo.

"The crescent has just been eaten by an owl" Shely explained.

Pak Prapto's eyes were fixed on the Crescent Moon outside the House which was blocked by the roof of the House.

"Have you ever heard of an owl eating the moon?" Shely again.

Mr. Prapto seemed surprised from his gaze. Seeing Shely and Lukijo with a smile.

Slowly stood up, looking at his wife who was just silently staring at him.

"The new father knows that .. Usually owls can only miss the moon Shel."Mr. Prapto smiles widely.

"Usually Lukijo who often eat the moon" he said again.

"That's butoijo sir," denied Lukijo.

Pak Prapto nyengir's.

"Yes, you want to wash your body first" he said again.

Lukijo and Shely looked smiling. Then I saw Mr. Prapto walking a little hastily. It was like understanding what it was like to be silent in the dark and weeds and garden mosquitoes.

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