DUSK ON WHITE LIPS

22. Incandescent in the Eyes of Love.

The morning peace has just embraced the warm nature that has just been awake, full of hikmad shoots - weeds that are silent on almost the entire hill that mashuhu, he said, with coffee gardens and wild trees lined up.

Moist soil under the wild grass will soon dry up along with the asphalt road that is also wet.

But Lukijo still wrestled the sarong on a dry wooden cot.

Eyes are open, looking outside the House from the wooden window board that is not tight.

The sound in the kitchen since then he was waiting.

It sounded like a broomstick clashing against the ground, but it was definitely not Wati or Shely who was sweeping.

Marimin was the one who was sweeping, considering that Wati or Shely must first touch the morning voice rather than wet ground.

It has been almost a few days both are no longer Nongol and visit like yesterday.

Like agreeing to strike sweeps away.

Lukijo covered his entire body with a sarong, his sleepiness teased back rather than waiting for Wati or Shely who made him feel tired in the morning.

The rustling sound behind the House pierced through the scabbard covering his ears.

Lukijo opened his eyes with a glove on his head.

The clanging sound in the direction of the kitchen sounded louder than Bu Marimin's broomstick.

As surprised, immediately wake up with a glove around his shoulders and his plate.

Curiosity makes his sleepiness disappear instantly.

Lukijo mesem in front of the kitchen door.

The middle short black hair was engrossed in frying something in the little wok.

Since when did Wati come? Was he waiting with his ears open? The mesem carved a thin smoke from inside the fast.

Lukijo walked slowly, like he no longer wanted to disturb Wati who was frying Rice.

At least someone made her breakfast. The message slowly went out of the kitchen and intended to go straight to the bathroom. Wash his face before the tomb, a habit that is difficult for him to change every morning.

The aroma of fried onion and seasoning lan like air in the morning sky. Making sneezing in the mouth.

Lukijo covered his mouth with a scabbard, his legs halted in the middle of the kitchen door. While Wati's irritated look of shock instantly plunged into her face.

Lukijo.

Wati is like prying eyes.

"How are you doing Ti?" Lukijo is like a man who has not met for a long time.

Not the sweet answer that came out of Wati's lips. But the voice of Wajan who collided with Sutil was deliberately stirred hard in the rice that was new in the fry that was heard to say.

Lukijo more mesem by moving from the middle of the door , before sutil floated towards him.

Ms. Marimin noticed.

Lukijo Cuek Duck! Go into the bathroom.

The water in the bathtub was splashed on his face. Immediately rubbed his face with the scabbard, and immediately came out again.

Miss Marimin saw it again.

Lukijo mesem approaching.

Ms. Marimin continues the sweep.

"Bu-de, when is Wati coming?"

Ms. Marimin just quietly looked towards the kitchen.

"Bu-de?" Lukijo's back.

Ms. Marimin straightened her back.

"Since last night Jo."

Lukijo was a little dumbass, looking into the kitchen. Then look at Ms. Marimin.

"But,Bu-de?"

"You're home, Wati's sleeping Jo." Obviously Miss Marimin continues the sweep.

"So last night?" Lukijo scratched his forehead slowly.

"Evening Wati is waiting for you." Miss Marimin again.

Lukijo.

"What's the matter Bu-de?"

Screaming Voice! From the broom Ma'am Marimin replied.

"He said, Wati wants to punish you Jo." Miss Marimin with a sweeping stop.

"Joe!"

Lukijo and Ms. Marimin turned their heads.

"Jo, Wati is calling you."

Lukijo looked down at Ms. Marimin.

"What am I, so scared of Bu-de?"

"Joe!"

"Is there Jo, rather than Wati calling you with suntil in her hand?" Miss Marimin is sweeping back.

Though hesitant and full of a sense of danger that mangancam will call Wati to him, Lukijo walked closer.

Wati's gaze could not help but notice him.

"Yes, Ti. What's up?" Lukijo before getting close to Wati who was standing where he sneezed.

"Breakfast Jo."

Worry and also fear of Wati who was still angry with him, made him stunned.

"Udah hayoo!" Wati immediately pulled Lukijo's hand into the kitchen. Put Sutil by directly taking a plate of Fried Rice on the dining table that He has prepared. While the other hand still pulls Lukijo's hand into the living room.

Lukijo is like a cow in his nose, following him.

"Sit down!"

Lukijo was immediately seated

"Too stand up, no manners Ti. The chair is, indeed to sit," he said bitter mesem.

Wati only fell silent by sitting next to Lukijo.

Lukijo noticed Nasi Goreng which Wati put on the table.

Tumbens! He thought he saw his breakfast in the morning, Keep going! There's an omelet adorning in the middle of the rice. Usually even though Wati makes Fried Rice for him, it must still be in Wajan Alias, take it yourself!.

But this morning ...

Lukijo.

"No need! Piss-pitch!" Wati irritatedly pulled Nose Lukijo.

Lukijo complained of pain.

"Eat it!" Wati again after removing her pull.

"Yes Ti, I'm hungry!" Lukijo by taking Fried Rice.

But back to feeling astonished, the spoon in the plate he held turned out to be two pieces.

Lukijo stared at the wonder of Wati.

Without further ado, Wati immediately picked up her spoon.

"Two Ti?"

Back Wati just scooped Nasi Goreng without answering Lukijo.

Lukijo stunned, it looks like he did not dream of flying over the Moon last night? But this morning Wati invited him to eat like two.

"Eat Jo" Wati said as she chewed.

"But Ti, whose chicken egg is Ti?" Lukijo stared at the round omelet that he would cut small with a spoon.

"Eat it!" Wati's still chewing."

Without thinking long or asking again, Lukijo immediately devoured Nasi Goreng in his spoon.

"Kok, Ti's salty?" Lukijo held back his chewing.

"Goddessa!" Wati like heedless, re-smoking Fried Rice.

Lukijo mesem, back chewing.

But the chewing in his mouth stopped again, slowly staring at Wati.

Wati looked at him with a chew.

Laying his gaze outside the House, Lukijo held a haru in his heart.

The swan suddenly scratched the bright morning light. Penetrating between the rice fields, stroking the shoots of ranum passed.

The river at the edge under his wishful rice fields stopped. On a large rock to be exact, the usual place most villagers wash clothes.

On the black rock there was once the Eye of a lover that glowed like a Full Moon that was enthroned in a night.

Yeah! He remembered it when Wati and Fate, with him enjoying the perfect Moon.

The roar of the Shade Water was so bright that it was struck by a golden beam from space, at that time He also saw in his consciousness, the twinkle of happy eyes always emanated in the Eye of Wati with each other meeting with Fate.

He was accompanying them, he had once smiled to see them.

Lukijo chewed back, bowed at the sobs that were beginning to sound. It was like being afraid to see Wati's face beside her.

The more down when Wati put a spoon on the plate he held, the more afraid when she felt Wati standing sobbing by directly leaving her.

Lifting the face, chewing so slowly.

Now He understands how difficult it is for Wati to forget Fate.

Now He also feels incandescent in the Eyes of Love will be in the Full Heart on a display of his second night.

Lukijo stared at the Nasi Goreng limp in his lap. His heart felt guilty about his blasphemy to Wati.

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