DUSK ON WHITE LIPS

3. The Light on the Hill.

Not because of the dinginya fog that makes it feel stiff in the body, nor the pain of racing steps on the road that is uphill, which is, but it was the coldness of the smile on the side of his steps that made him only able to stare regretfully at the dark leafy roadside weeds.

Lukijo is like holding a word in his heart to just say from the person next to him.

"Jo, aren't you tired of being quiet?"

Lukijo mesem in resistant. Slowly shaking, his eyes always thundered as Shely's eyes clashed with his.

"The innate body of orok," he tried to laugh even though impressed covered.

Shely mesem pretty.

As beautiful as the Moon is covered White clouds line up with small dimples on the lips of the night.

The haunted statue of Bukit is increasingly visible on the slopes that have been passed, so dark and black in view.

Silent sounds are more interesting to hear than the sound of night insects that make the feathers often stand alone if heard.

Lukijo observed an electric light hanging on a wooden pole that would be passed in front of a house.

Winged insects are seen also covering it.

The second step is getting closer, with more footsteps than lips talking.

Although since then Shely has talked a lot but Lukijo is too little to be able to compensate in processing the words on his lips.

Lukijo stopped his steps, approaching the red buttoned-down Guava Tree that was not yet fruitful.

Bumped towards Shely, then sat on a long bench under a tree.

Although Shely's astonishment followed him.

Again and again, every beautiful face once near him, Lukijo like dead style, dead words, dead - desperately holding a sense of regret in him.

"Jo?"

"The colder the night the fog, the better we are here" Lukijo said.

"But Jo?"

Lukijo mesem bowed, covering up the shame in his heart to see the face beside him, who wanted to see the morning light. Nor did He want to remove the keingian of Shely and Wati, but to pass the night at the top of the Hill that He now considered, considering that Shely was not used to the cold fog above.

"When it's almost morning, we go upstairs" Lukijo explained. Seeing Shely's face but quickly staring back into the dark in the distance.

Shely nodded slowly.

From last he had felt the haunted atmosphere of the night on his slopes, his thick jacket felt cold when held.

How about at the top? While thick fog looks enveloped him

The road is indeed light, but the dark is still covering the entire back of the Hill is more horror if the mind is struggling with things beyond reason.

"Is Wati really going to catch up with us?"

Lukijo bowed to play his feet in a slow swing, to reduce his heart thump if talking to the opposite sex. Especially sweet!

"So he said that." Shely's beautiful smile looks at Lukijo.

Lukijo raised his gaze back in the distance, while the smile beside him also slowly followed.

Lukijo gulped, felt dry in the throat even though the air felt biting on the skin of his face.

It seems Wati was intent on making it and Shely both, as he had done a long time ago. It ended cold too.

"Jo, who owns your house now Jo?"

Shely looks at the House behind him and Lukijo sits down.

Lukijo immediately looked over.

His eyes seemed to open the door of the House that was covered by the memories within.

The house where He was raised with all its shortcomings, has now been occupied by others.

"I know him less, only from the other side."

Lukijo again saw darkness in the distance.

Shely.

Lukijo did not flinch with his eyes. All wrong again drain his cold sweat, noticed in such a way, especially with women who have not long been familiar to make it messy in attitude.

Silence seems wrong, a lot of talk is impossible to say on his lips.

Sometimes he also felt uncomfortable as someone near him, less fun to be made a friend to talk.

"Joe!"

Lukijo mesem bowed, a deliberate pat on his shoulder.

Lukijo looked slowly.

The cold mist that Shely meant of course, which was not something bothering him, but the cold heart that always made him bitten, bitten regretfully! surely.

"Udah ordinary, the blanket of the people of the Hill," said Lukijo trying to laugh.

Shely breathed out.

"Jo, is there no light at all at the top?"

Shely by sitting cross-legged, reducing the coldness on his nape.

Mesem back on Lukijo's lips. Staring shy electricity pole.

"Don't be shy with me jo," Shely's sweet smile.

Lukijo swallowed his saliva slowly. Not a shame that ends in shame! that feels in the heart, but inferior! tipped to shame also the middle of narrowly squeezing his heart.

"It's a jo habit," added Shely again.

Lukijo tried to swallow the saliva back that felt sticky like gum, seeing the face nearby that was dimmed near the lips.

The tongue is already dry to just wipe his own lips, restrained by the coldness of the increasingly falling taste. Falling in the shackles of his own dwarf, among the illuminating light.

Lemas has strides in the heart to just walk down the lake of clear beauty of the heart, the road uphill full of small thorns heart that memegali.

The dense haze of fog floated over the wet road, faint in the sense of self-deprecation.

"There's only darkness."

Lukijo threw out his heart. The eyes near her were almost the same as the ones that had touched her heart.

Staring back at the dark in the farness, expelling the sweetness of the empty wishful thinking that tried to slice his heart back.

"Jo, can't you be more silent than this?"

Shely like to tease again seagrass away Lukijo.

"May I sleep again!"

Lukijo now with a small laugh, although impressed there is something covered on his lips.

Shely sumringah's face was happy, since it was rare or indeed never saw Lukijo laugh at him.

"What if you poop again, Jo!"

Laughter later.

Lukijo rubbed his cold sweaty face, though the fog hit him with cold air.

"Too again ma' plung! keep silent, make sure again difficult Be-A-Be," he responded.

"Ma' plung what's Jo?"

Lukijo smelled his smile.

"Jo?"

"Yes that, the sound of bombs falling from hanging out," Lukijo explained with a laugh.

Shely held back her laughter.

"You're sitting Jo down?"

He almost really laughed.

Lukijo scratched his hair.

"I've never been, the meeters just hanging out."

Shely straight away.

"Ever sat down but was flabbergasted, it was also on the floor not on the wc" Lukijo said.

Shely is getting crumpled up.

The fog is increasingly dense, increasingly dispersed with laughter that floats in the darkness of the atmosphere and space.

The night beast's bell, astonished by the polah both filled in silence.

Angker face of Bukit from a distance is not visible from the warmth of familiarity that began to intertwine, like a light that illuminates the top of the Hill dark with the dense fog.

the light that begins to illuminate the dark side of the heart of a Lukijo.

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