DUSK ON WHITE LIPS

17. Brake Straps.

Wati observed the bike beetle with both rims that have been a lot of rust, while Lukijo just mesem watering the entire body of the bike with water in a black plastic bucket.

"Have you seen a bicycle?"

Lukijo without seeing Wati who is paying attention to antiques and rare.

"I think, in the city of madya, people rarely wear it."Lukijo again. While his hands are getting busy with the cloth used soapy t-shirts diterjen cleaning the body of the bike.

Lukijo looked slowly.

Wati looks to still be paying attention.

Lukijo widened his lips, squeezing soapy foam in a rag wipe.

"Ti, who are you looking at, me or this bike Ti?" His question was astonished at Wati's attitude.

What was asked was like choosing a standing still.

"Morning Ti, late! To think of a more attractive butut bike compared to myself! is that what you're thinking?" Lukijo by re-wiping the bike with a cloth wipe.

But silence like not flinching from the lips of wati, only the look of his eyes that changed to see, between. Bicycle and Lukijo.

Lukijo.

"Are you not going to help me wash my bike?" gel again.

The expression of silence on Wati's lips is certainly what makes him have to be amused. Like a child watching him.

The rustling sound of the water fluttering the bike sounded more than the sound of Wati who sometimes flew a shocked little bird on a coffee branch.

Morning color is uncertain, such as cloudy and bright. There is no change in the attitude of Wati who is currently in the feeling of Lukijo, sometimes sad sometimes cheerful and sometimes make the feathers stand up to hear his laughter.

It was also what now makes Lukijo guess in his heart, Maybe the effect of the heart that is in Wati felt.

"Ti, if you're tired of looking, mending breakfast first." Lukijo turned back to Wati who was still silent. But also be prepared to withstand the shock, if at any time Wati will laugh suddenly, or cry.

Lukijo grimaced downcastly, holding back laughter seeing Wati staring at him.

"It's normal to see me. I'm not a bad luck creature," the gel's been noticed more than the antiques.

Lukijo mesem back now by wiping dry bike beetle.

Wati is still paying attention.

Lukijo slowed his hand, Wati approached him.

Back mesem.

"It's over, Ti, late! If you want to come clean," he said when Wati was in front of him.

But still the lips in front of him seemed reluctant to move.

Wati's hand moved slowly, holding the handlebar of the bicycle.

Lukijo.

"Don't imagine that what you're holding is a hand..."

"Crazy! It's crazy!"

Lukijo was shocked by covering his neck which was hit by Wati with a cloth duster taken from his hand.

"Crazy You Jo! It's crazy!"

Lukijo immediately sniffed.

"Talk to yourself!" yell Wati again.

Lukijo was stunned, could-can Wati accuse him crazy.

"Why Jo?"

Miss Marimin from behind the kitchen door, saw her and then Wati.

"Dear Bu-de, put the well softener in!" upset with Wati's behavior just now.

Quickly inching closer to Miss Marimin as Wati approached with a sharp gaze.

"Bu-de, I have breakfast first, hungry" she said by staying behind Ms. Marimin.

Ms. Marimin just shook her head slowly, watching Wati turn back to approach the bike.

The sound of water is heard.

Ms. Marimin almost shouted as she was about to get into the kitchen, Lukijo almost hit her to get back out.

Lukijo scratched slowly at the back of his head.

The plastic dipper in Wati's hands is like rainwater that is flushing profusely on a nearly dry bicycle.

"Bu-de, Wati Bu-de," he said as if complaining to Ms. Marimin by walking closer to Wati.

Wati stopped the wobble from the dipper in her hand, seeing Lukijo approaching.

"Never take a shower like you, Jo."

Lukijo mesem bitter with closer, holding the handlebar of the bike.

"Karat all Ti, if often washed," he said seeing the sharp highlight of Wati.

Lukijo back bitter mesem. Surely Wati will equate the color of her hand with the handlebar bicycle, guess in her mind.

"The brakes, there's no Jo, I want you to install it, there's a rope," Wati said looking around the front and rear wheels.

Lukijo scratched his sweaty forehead softly.

"From the era of this bike was born Ti, this bike does not have a umbilical cord!" Lukijo.

"I don't want to know, anyway there's the umbilical cord!" reply more upset.

"Pake used sedal flops aja Ti,"

"I don't want Jo! There must be a brake line!" Wati angrily walked away leaving Lukijo who was dumbstruck.

Ms. Marimin mesem wide by following Wati nyelonong into the kitchen.

Anxious feeling of wanting to scratch stubbornly or grind out his own nose makes Lukijo stare at the limp of the bike.

Where should he find the Beetle's bicycle brake strap? Ask in a heart that echoes in a nearby well.

With a feeling of weakness mixed with laziness he rushed into the kitchen.

Directly to the living room.

Seen from the glass window, Ms. Marimin was cleaning the front yard.

Immediately looked at Wati who was sitting pouting on the chair without looking at her.

"I want to wear it Jo!"

Lukijo who had not had time to sit was just standing holding a chair.

"Why do people here replace the brakes with broken flip-flops? In addition to looking far away for Ti, you will also not reach the pedal," he said by sitting down.

Wati melengos did not care.

"Let you, Ku bonceng," Lukijo saw an angry hue on Wati's face.

"Reduce the risk of brake blong due to your feet that can not step on the brake,"

"Where are you going to use Ti?"

Wati looked at him Lukijo sharply.

"To the Hill!" annoyed.

"Go up the hill, we lead Ti, I can't afford to scratch it" Lukijo mesem.

The more the messy, the smaller laugh.

Wati turned her gaze.

Lukijo sighed softly, looking at the entire space.

"Ti, maybe you won't believe it" without seeing Wati.

"When I remember someone, it seems like everything I've seen or heard has always been imagined."

Lukijo mesem when he saw Wati, who immediately saw him.

"I told you you couldn't believe it" he said again. Look at Wati.

"When I left the Hill, I was in a relationship." Lukijo like to convince the eyes and silent lips Wati.

"But!" Lukijo mesem, breathing heavily.

"But, all passed like mist in the morning, gone ... Just leave a trace on the cold body,"

"Once it slices the heart, it freezes the whole taste," Again inhaling a heavy breath.

"But all, I have to go Ti, who's wrong?"

"Because even though I blame myself or the circumstances, everything will not return as it was,"

"Just avoid, just continue the step back now that I can accept,"

"Because what was detached from me wasn't created for me."

Lukijo sighed. Glassy eyes stared at him, like a back pain slicing his heart into everything he had ever experienced.

Although the journey of love is not as beautiful as most people, at least He can feel the feeling in the heart of the pain of a separation, memories and a person's face.

"Ti, the brake strap you want, won't be the same as you were. There'll be something in the fox if you force it in pairs,"

"Love is there, like the brake straps you're gonna try to put back, maybe you can, but there's a heart that's hurt more because you're undone to replace the new one,"

"Your son Ti, and your husband." Lukijo sighed slowly. Wati just sobbed by leaving him.

Slowly bowing his face, it seemed like what he said was wrong. But he just wants Wati to change into a new one not like before.

Slowly looking in front of the House, apparently Miss Marimin has finished sweeping.

There was a loud sound coming from the kitchen.

Lukijo let out a heavy sigh, as if Wati was crying in the arms of Bu Marimin back.

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