DUSK ON WHITE LIPS

19. Beautiful Shely

"Joe!"

Although surprised Lukijo just mesem see Shely with a cheerful face.

"Dead Jo!"

Shely's voice was like panting from running small.

Lukijo immediately stood up, the grass and sickle still he held.

"Wati's not crazy Jo!"

Lukijo mesem wide hear Shely's confession.

"You mean?" holding amused in his heart.

"Die Jo! Now it's getting sweet with kevin Jo!" Shely's face and lips look so beautiful.

Lukijo blushed, Shely's eyes felt more radiant than yesterday.

"His name is also his mother" he said, inserting the grass in his hand into the sack.

"But Jo, this feels different Jo!"

Lukijo mesem with sit and back narrowing.

Shely followed.

Lukijo immediately stopped the sharpening.

"Jo, we're going to the top of yuk!" shely's smile was excited.

Lukijo immediately stood back up, Shely following again.

Swiping his forehead with the back of his hand, Lukijo mesem. Feeling weak his body heard the invitation that seemed to have just yesterday He heard.

Slowly looking at Shely.

The pretty face was still smiling warmly at her, her dimples felt deep penetrating into the trough of taste. The sweat that had not soaked his forehead was fragrant in the blowing wind.

Back to his gaze thundered grass in the fingers of his feet that were not grounded.

His heart was simply powerless if it had to linger staring at him.

"Come on Jo!" Shely hope.

Lukijo back mesem, put his sickle on the sack.

"Near noon, what's Shel for?"

Surprised with pity Lukijo looked cheerfully at Shely's face, pity to see her sweaty and hatching with weeds, while nothing could be felt during the day there would only be a stinging heat.

Shely clucked softly, like disappointed.

"It's night, I'm afraid, Jo," he lamented again.

Lukijo stared at the hills in the distance, but his eyes quickly saw his hand in Shely's movements.

"Jo?"

Lukijo mesem nodded, as if he did not want to disappoint the bright and beautiful face.

"But Shel?" Lukijo looked at the sack and the sickle.

Shely smiled widely.

"His sugar is at the top of Jo," he laughed happily.

"What?" Lukijo's face turned pale.stare limp staring at his feet. The problem is now he does not bring sepada or Motor belongs to Pak Prapto, can add calluses feet! walking while carrying the grass.

Half forced Shely to pull Lukijo's hand.

"Yes! Wait Shel!" Removing Shely's fingers, then taking the sack that wasn't filled to the brim with grass, taking her along in carefree little steps.

Lukijo mesem-mesem, Cheerful and carefree back as when he first met at the top of the Hill.

The waffles from the hair-stall break loose, like silk conquering wild weeds.

The sound of nature as well as smooth hands that gleam touch the shoots of green weeds that grow fencing the path.

Chirping and bleating in the distance also clucked boisterous will the fragrant charm that spread carried by the passing wind.

Shaking shame ferns on the rock that was hit by a point of water that seeped from it also colored the day of the step, like beating the daughter's foliage shame that was increasingly embarrassed stepped on a cheerful step.

The Sunshine that began to blister felt cooler when the heart also felt the face with dimples smiling full of happiness.

The heart is only able to be grateful for all the beauty that is seen, for all the creation that is so beautiful.

Lukijo complained slowly almost fell down, his fingers got stuck in the roots of the tree.

Shely laughed amusedly.

Lukijo nyegir restrained, running back ahead of Shely.

Shely also ran after him.

The road back uphill accompanied by the sting of Mentari that covers both.

Cheerful Shely is like a cold breeze peeling the sweat out.

"What's Jo's weight?"

Shely by looking at the sack that was carried by Lukijo with one hand holding the end of the mouth of the sack.

"It's Shel's weight." Bitter Lukijo smile.

"Especially the way uphill," he said again.

Shely opened both of her lips slightly.

"But it's jo grass, isn't it easy?" heran.

Then walk again.

"Jo, take Jo! Mr. Prapto will be angry!" shely's laughter saw it.

"Oh, yes!" Lukijo with a small run took back his sack.

Both laughed walking.

The heart was colored in the heat, as Lukijo stared at the laughter on Shely's face, his heart was completely pummeled, it turned out that Shely was really beautiful.

Ilalang, bushes and trees also whispered Beautiful Shely!.

Steps that are increasingly uphill with a fence of rocks and weeds above and side of the road like guiding steps to continue to get to the top without having to stop at the intersection.

Only the green beauty in ignorance can stop the steps to momentarily breathe out the blowing air of nature.

The sound of the Mountain Motor exhaust was heard approaching down the road.

Lukijo soon widened his distance running from Shely's side.

The longer-the clearer the motor that approaches with a pile of grass in its bonce. Lukijo mesem knows who is driving it.

"Joe!"

Lukijo was getting more and more messy, when Motor was close in front of him and stopped like blocking He and Shely walking.

"Girl, Jo!Jo! Ngarit, his master's brought in!"

"Back can itch all Jo!Jo!"

"Anu Mbah!" Lukijo is like a clumsy to explain to a man with a mustache and a beard who has all grizzled.

"This is Shely Mbah, his brother Wati," he explained later.

"Die! Ealaahhhhhhhhhah! Lah kok! Same beauty?"

"What about, Mbah? of the same descent Mbah," responded Lukijo.

"Don't be ashamed, if the road is near Lukijo."

Shely chuckles.

"This is also again kegpet Mbah," he replied seeing Lukijo.

Lukijo mesem bittersweet, as bittersweet as freshly fruited from flowers.

"So sometimes I'm embarrassed!"

Shely almost ngakak.

"Yes Jo, Mbah went home first!"

"Oh yes Mbah, be careful!"Lukijo mesem relieved. Immediately move aside from Shely who was smiling sweetly.

The noise of the exhaust again sounded deafening hot sun, accompanied by the chuckle of the Mbah watching the two.

The slow pace of the Motor with the load of grass behind it is so careful on the downhill road.

The two looked at each other for a moment before walking back up to climb.

Lukijo mesem staring down his legs, Shely's smile never goes away.

Back his heart was disturbed, and again also regretted that felt lame when walking with a beautiful person.

Sometimes he wants to throw a shiver in the heart into the abyss on the side of the road, so that no hope returns to torment him, let love and long for their own. Let Him walk without it all, for it will only make him walk in pain.

"Jo, why shut up? Mouzaki!"

"No Shel!"

Lukijo almost took off the sack on his shoulder because it was clumsy, but the mesem was released between the rays of the Mentari that penetrated the shade of the trees by the road.

"Thinking something?"

Lukijo turned to Shely with the remaining courage of his heart.

Then nod.

Shely smiles.

After the courage in the heart, decay back to look at the deckilnya feet see the fractured lips are tiny but beautiful, like freezing the bright rays of Mentari.

"What are you thinking?"

It felt as gentle as the gentle breeze that hit, as Shely's soft voice burrowed in the ears.

"At least I'm not thinking of you."

****Shely****directly push Lukijo's shoulder with a pouting smile.

Lukijo held back his laughter.

"Just gonna get me into the abyss!"

Lukijo with running.

"Joe!" Shely runs after Lukijo.

"Brake me Jo!" Again with a laugh.

Small run both like splitting a path that gets smaller and ends in a path, full of fencing thatch.

Scorching did not sting only the sweat that began to wet, but the laughter on Shely's lips was a gentle eyed rubbing the heart.

Lukijo turned his body, saw the face behind him clinging to his laughter, his heart whispered softly.

"Beautiful Shely."

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