DUSK ON WHITE LIPS

18. Lena In Rinai

Rain spots that continue to wet the leaves of PJKM like no receding since noon. The roar of the wind had indeed stopped not so swift, but there was not enough to illuminate the path and the atmosphere was faintly visible.

Lukijo turned to Shely. Little Mesem saw a face that was almost sleepy.

"I told you this morning, why go to the top of the hill?" Like pity to see Shely who restrains drowsiness.

"Udah last night did not sleep" he said again.

Last night he accompanied Shely to meet the stars under PJKM. Although not a single star that looks covered cloudy. Just to throw away the gulananya heart will attitude Wati.

The next morning he followed his lightness to see the sunrise, and it was not accomplished. It's like being reluctant to leave last night.

And when you go home have to wet a little because of the drizzle that fell, the rain fell down hard after arriving back at Pak Prapto's House.

Lukijo again mesem see a face that began to close his eyes.

"Shely, sleep in the Shel!"

Mrs Prapto, bringing two glasses of warm tea, saw Shely closed.

Shely opened her eyes, moved her body from the chair and smiled lazily.

"Rain like this, can last until the afternoon!"

Mrs Prapto looked out of the glass window.

"Jo, sit jo."

Lukijo just mesem.

"Let's Bu-de, stand up." Shely chimed in on Bu Prapto.

"Prapto hasn't come home yet, ma'am?"

"Most of all, Jo's shelter." Bu Prapto like to know with the habits of her husband if he was in the garden.

"Shel?"

"Let Bu-de, I fell asleep in a chair" said Shely, who was still leaning his head on the chair.

"Do you want to accompany me, or Lukijo?"

Shely mesem wide.

Lukijo scratched his forehead slowly.

"Lukijo aja Bu-de, I again want a quiet atmosphere," replied Shely closed his eyes again.

Bu Prapto amused smile to Lukijo.

"Yes already Jo, accompany Shley. Bu-de's sleeping in the room."

"From that moment it was also accompanied by Bu-de," said Lukijo to see Shely.

"Your chance Jo, to look at Shely as you please," whispered Bu Prapto.

Lukijo looked straight at the table.

Bu Prapto tickled the mesem, by moving inside.

Slowly such as fear of disturbing the eyes that were closed immediately sat in front of Shely.

Mrs Prapto's words were like actually seducing her to look at Shely's face.

His heart felt something piercing softly from the vacuum in his inner room would wriggle the beautiful taste. Shely's face like wanting to tease back the longing that has fallen at the bottom of the heart, to reappear in a wave of late love.

Thin lips with fur so smooth cheeks appear clean in the gaze.

Lukijo stroked his chest with his taste, trying to throw away all his wishful wish to rise again in the surge of love.

It seems He no longer wants to hope in an empty hope, He can no longer disturb the beautiful moon with a love that will give dark at the end of light, He only wants a heart that can accept all his ugliness, even if it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The beautiful face He will have in wishful thinking and dreams alone, close to Shely being his friend is enough to flatter his heart.

Lukijo again rubbed his chest with a sense, his steps were always swept in the silence of the night when the love of the people was bustling in the light of the moon, the moon, only able to stare without being able to enjoy the meaning of true love.

The truth is that now there is only a cold mist enveloping a frozen heart, actually there is like a lena in the rain when it shaded brightly.

A soft voice sounded.

Lukijo immediately closed his eyes from looking at Shely.

The smile in his heart was engraved considering the face of Shely's eyes if he only knew he was paying attention, felt Wati's eyes if it was crashing.

He opened his eyes again, staring back at the face that was still closed. While the rain had not yet been heard disappearing, only Shely's voice was now unheard, now often burrowing in her ears.

Bengitu was silent and calm looking at a clean face with hair that began to lengthen on its back, similar to the old Wati.

Lukijo gulped his saliva slowly, turning his head to look at the clouds of his house first.

A moment back memories like springing up in the precariousness of his bersawang, all has passed, the time to play with Wati has also dissolved inedible time.

A blaring sound was heard from the back of the House.

The hungry voice from inside the cage like a part evokes memories that have not been disturbed by his wishful thinking.

A special voice for him every day.

Lukijo almost jolted awake, but Bu Prapto's index finger on the lips, making him slowly rise to approach him in the middle of the middle room door.

"Beautiful, Shely?"

Lukijo almost widened his lips.

I was hoping that Bu Prapto would tell her something important.

"Why is Bu-de?" her question saw Shely who was completely asleep.

"Brush Jo" whispered Mrs Prapto.

Lukijo scratched his forehead softly which did not feel itchy, but was upset.

"What should I brush Bu-de? Shely did not play dirty," by seeing Shely back.

"Euhhhh." Upset Bu Prapto with index finger pushing Lukijo's shoulder.

"Brush Jo's heart, his feelings, his love Jo," he then becomes anxious.

Lukijo mesem, scratching behind his head.

"Bu-de is outrageous, I'm not likely to be Bu-de,"

"Bu-de wants me to plunge into the abyss of despair?"

Bu Prapto held back his laughter and was upset.

"Try Bu-de see ... Shely's face with mine, like clear water running through the mud." Lukijo was complaining.

"It would have been heavy for me if I had to dam it with both palms of my hand" he said.

"That's just how you feel, Jo."

Lukijo again scratched his forehead softly,

"It's not because of my feelings, Bu-de, but it's what it is" he explained slowly.

Bu Prapto is like sighing in annoyance.

A deafening voice sounded.

Mrs Prapto rushed inside.

Lukijo returned to sit down.

"Have Jo stopped raining?"

Urung already the intention of the heart to sit back to hear the heavy voice of the person who woke up from sleep. And immediately approached the dark colored glass window.

"Udah Shely," he said almost stammered.

"Yes tah!" Shely by standing up.

Lukijo mesem.

"Any sleep Shel? His question was actually astonished.

Seemed a thin smile decorated with beautiful dimples that answered.

Lukijo rubbed his chest with his taste, looking at Shely who had just woken up looking beautiful.

The more stiff his body felt, as Shely approached him. Waving a gaze in the distance that was covered in the shade that He was able to do, even though the thump disturbed his heart.

"It's still jo."

Lukijo was a bitter mesem, hearing the sigh standing beside him.

Drips of rinai above the precarious, like a conscience echoing near the face of the ayu. The little ripples that are created on the ground, are like the taste of the heart near the sweet lips.

The atmosphere of a small hue begins to feel comfortable, although no words can be spoken in the stiffness of self, even though they are accustomed to being together.

It feels comfortable when the eyes just stare at the quiet ignorance.

The gelontrenggggggg!!

Almost dislodged Lukijo's heart and Shely heard the sound of objects falling behind.

The two looked at each other.

"It's okay Jo!!Shely!! Keep going!!"

Lukijo immediately lowered his face. Looks like Bu Prapto deliberately made him look at Shely.

Back rubbed his heart with a sense, annoyance and how it feels! looking into Shely's eyes, like shame, but that's it!

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