DUSK ON WHITE LIPS

5. The Black Dusk.

The wind felt flying the wings of a small bird flying in the rice fields.

The wild grass that swayed in the green of the rice leaves that will develop the grains at the shoots, uprooted the hands of people who are weeding the rice fields.

Lukijo immediately accelerated his steps carrying a medium-sized bucket containing his dirty clothes.

The sound of running water was becoming more and more clear to him.

Just now some people felt astonished because He would wash at times that were a distance from Home, can be said Dwarfness! Alias on the road. Remember also at the House of Miss Marimin there is a well to wash. But he wanted to go to times.

His eyes were almost closed restraining the resentment in his heart, bowed limply at the sight of his dusty legs. Only lucky black flip-flops cover the soles that if white will certainly appear the soles of his feet.

Slowly walking down the street to the times of suffocation less blood, the feeling last night is not rain but why the murky water is brown.

Rubbing his hair, staring around, not a single person was in sight. Letting go of the bucket in his hand to the grassy ground, leaping slowly onto a large rock, then sitting cross-legged looking at the murky water flowing like an ascetic pacifier.

Lukijo slowly scratched his back neck.

The murky waters that flowed back to the place where He once stopped, where there was love that was springing up. The twilight color that falls on the beach is so brightly loving, the fragrant aroma of the ripe coconut water feels so fragrant in the eyes of love.

The morning dew that falls asleep in the green grass feels warm when touched dear.

Lukijo held up, melpakan tight a memory that felt just yesterday He went through.

A name and a face are now distant, all because He is not a man of form and property, only a laborer in a cage. Although love feels sincere in the heart, but blessing above all sincerity.

He understands if love is only in taste, but to live the heresy of happiness, only stability and position will be able to hold it. Without the form, the treasure and the throne, happiness is only empty wishful thinking.

Lukijo again saw the water flowing under his feet sitting down, smiling bitterly.

Slowly sitting hugging her legs, staring back at the bright morning clouds, trying to recall a face.

for a moment his heart whispered like it was plastered in the white of the clouds." If you weren't like the stars of the night, I might not find it hard to reach for the love of your heart. If you weren't as pretty as the full moon, maybe I'd be able to stare at your face, as bright as a dusk in color, as clear as the dew in the morning,"

Lukijo sighed heavily, closing his eyes, feeling something soft in his heart.

He looked back at the white clouds, where the whispers of his heart reverberated.

"everything is just wishing for me."

Lukijo was really surprised, by getting up on his feet. Someone threw a bucket filled with dirty clothes into the water in front of him.

The sound of laughter was heard.

In a fit of annoyance Lukijo plunged himself into the murky water, before his clothes and pants sank and were carried away by the current.

"The glimpsing is outrageous! This is the best and most expensive for me!" Excitement by putting it in the bucket back.

Wati laughed more and more.

Lukijo widened his lips, rising back up on the rock.

"I'm changing one of Jo's boxes!" Wati while approaching Lukijo.

"you know Ti, only this shirt and trousers I wear if I go" said Lukijo, looking into his bucket.

"If drift! have to wait a new year to buy," he said again put clothes and pants on the stone.

"You mean Lebaran?" geli Wati responded.

Lukijo.

"Yes-yes," he said later.

Wati is getting amused, giving washing soap that is splashed under the stone.

"So this shirt and pants, lebaran shirt yesterday jo?" by going up on the rock.

"No, lebaran two years ago." Lukijo was indifferent even though Wati had been sitting nearby.

Wati inhaled the air deeply, staring at the twists and turns of the water flowing on the side of the rocky times.

The breeze of the wind that blows from the rice fields brings a sense of the coolness of the natural corners. There was no typical smell of the city, there was only earth mud and a ceiling Grasshopper flying past it.

"Remember the past yes, jo."

Lukijo nodded by brushing his pants.

"Joe!" Wati pushed her shoulder.

"You know, you know Ti... My past is nothing beautiful! So why remember it?"

"Ohhhh!"

Lukijo sees Wati who just pulled hard mini nose too late mendem! Like the Crescent Moon at night.

Wati who will pull Lukijo's nose again, said he heard the sound of the motor horn.

Lukijo saw it.

Wati smile.

"If your past is nothing good? Nah! Now jo, make your future as beautiful as it is" he said excitedly to see the arrival of Shely.

Lukijo was silent. Will be wrong mangosteen, will say no, later on say nolak sustenance to be given, say want! Later on tell the PD.

Lukijo almost bowed as Shely got close and smiled at him.

All wrong so people who have nothing, Lukijo like regretting themselves in the sweetness of the lips that are expanding.

"Cummerhhhh! Acid on the mountain, salt in the sea! On the side of the meet!"

Lukijo directly rubbed Wati's lips with the palm of his hand.

"Sau soap colet Jo!" annoyed Wati rubbed his mouth.

Shely laughs.

lukijo.

"Cieee! Jo! how happy Shely to see you Jo!" reply Wati with a soft laugh Shely.

"I'm not laughing at you."

Wati.

Lukijo tetep, it's all wrong.

"Your son! defecate in your pants, sneeze Ti!" Shely grew even worse by covering her mouth.

"What?"

Lukijo held back his laughter seeing Wati's face.

With haste Wati jumped from the top of the rock, pulling Shely's hand.

"Joe! We go home first!"

Lukijo nodded his head, Shely's smile felt rock-shaking.

"Not everything!" Oceh Wati saw Lukijo.

Lukijo is getting messy.

"Die!"

Wati who has turned on the motor, resisted the pull of the gas.

"Give Oralit! If you don't give salt water, don't be upset!" Lukijo.

Shely laughed again behind the piggy bank.

Wati just blushed his lips.

Lukijo laughed restrainedly. Once again his face must try to survive staring at the beautiful smile Shely who turned back to him with the motor slowly away. And again felt weak both knees.

Sitting slowly held the thump that had just happened.

Looking up into the blue sky.

Where the wishful thinking re-emerged in the past, where the twilight was so beautiful covered in the color of the sun that would set. Where the dew is so clear fall asleep in the morning.

Now the twilight passed felt black, engulfing in the heart.

All because of the difference of love that blossoms, like heaven and earth. Very far and different, there is no way love is united in all things. All are different, all are not equal and commensurate, both in terms of appearance and matter.

Slowly sighing, lowering his face disperse the wishful thinking for a moment looking at his wet pants and clothes.

The turbid waters of the times were still murky flowing under the rock He sat on, carrying small twigs and dried shoots of rice leaves.

Looking back at the blue sky, like wanting to immerse and release hope from dreams in the heart. Like not wanting to remember or open a step sheet that has been left far behind. Even though now He has dispelled the hope of love that is difficult to achieve, maybe the hope is too high? While He never asked for and wished for the moon, He only wished that there was a love that could accept it with all its lack, and was it possible that even that hope was too high for him?

Lukijo lowered his face again. It feels black twilight in the heart, the more lost hope can not be seen. Only the smiles of those who have found hope are visible.

Slowly stand up, breathing the blowing air. The twilight in his heart was indeed blackening, and it would continue to blacken in every step of his foot.

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