DUSK ON WHITE LIPS

7. Mother's Tears.

The smile of the sun was so bright and warm, dangling in the eyes filled with glittering pearls at the tops of the weeds that began to sway in the wind. But the smile on her sweet lips looked bitter and gloomy.

Lukijo stood without power and dared to turn his head for a second, after seeing the hue of Wati's face standing next to him peeking anyway.

There is only sadness that feels running from every single blow of the wind that is hitting the face.

The juvenile birds that passed far above the rice field ripters that began to green, like chirping in a heart-wrenching rhythm.

Natural flutes that sounded in the distance became accompaniments to the clean white clouds in the sky.

Splashing water flowing in a small channel on the edge of the rice fields like carrying splashes of pain felt.

Lukijo was more silent, he did not know what was going on in the change of Wati, which yesterday-yesterday so bright and full of jokes, now the morning looks gloomy with his face.

"Jo." Jo."

Lukijo immediately looked over.

"Jo." Jo."

"Jo." Jo."

The new Lukijo will answer must be silent again.

"Jo." Jo."

"Have Ti home." Lukijo saw Wati who was still staring blankly at the rice field.

A small beard makes Lukijo complain too slowly.

"How do you feel jo?"

Lukijo seemed to be dumbfounded in his heart to hear Wati's question. He should have asked about the state of the person beside him who was sad.

"At you you mean?'he answered by turning his gaze towards the top of the hill.

Back beard slowly felt on the head. Lukijo is back.

"Your current feelings are how Ti?" With a little bit of wooing Wati.

"Well, how do you feel about seeing me?"

Lukijo widened his lips, feeling strange papah Wati this morning.

"It's usually Ti" he said straightforwardly.

Directly laughs bated to see the hand of Wati who will retake her hair.

Wati also looked at him.

"Don't daydream much Ti," tickled Lukijo. But immediately bowed to see the clear lake in Wati's eyes.

"What's Ti?" he said by trying to look at Wati's face again.

"I think only ugly people like me feel pain, but beautiful people also look sick." Lukijo mesem like to stem the clear lake that will soon fall.

Lukijo really jerked. Wati hugged him crying.

The wind that had been felt since earlier hit, disappeared like a sedu sounding in the ear.

Stiff hands and a sense of being struck without knowing what to do.

Lukijo was like numbness in his body, stiffly silent without being able to move. Only the eyes that tried to glance at Wati's face were sinking on her shoulders.

"If you are not sad, you would rather embrace the trunk of a coconut tree than I Ti, "he said slowly with eyes looking at a row of coconut trees in the distance.

Only Isak Wati and his nasal pills felt on his shoulders.

Lukijo is like scratching his head with his taste. He was really confused if he had to calm someone who was crying.

"Maybe the banana tree is not too hard to hug" Lukijo said.

Just a sobbing that feels stronger.

Lukijo started to panic.

"Ti, we go to the house of Bu-de Marimin only," he said with his hands will touch Wati's shoulders.

"If anyone sees us..,"Lukijo has no power to continue his speech.

Wati was getting stung on his shoulders.

Silence froze seemed to be an option, letting Wati momentarily shed tears of the feeling she was experiencing.

Lukijo stared at the rice fielder, He could feel a heart being hit. Even though He did not know the things that Wati experienced.

Sedu-sedan is felt on the shoulders.

"Jo's fate!"

Lukijo choked, glancing at Wati's hair that was no longer as long as before.

"Why Ti's fate?" his question was wary of hearing the name that Wati mentioned.

"Jo's fate!"

"Why fate? Is fate on the hill?"

Wati shook her head.By slowly passing her embrace. He rubbed his wet eyes. Staring at Lukijo pilu.

"What's Ti? What happened to Fate?" lukijo Slow.

The hue that emanated more and more gloomy even though the falling tears had also been wiped, Wati stared at the mouthfuls of Bu Marimin House like an incision scraping in her veins.

Lukijo looked at him questioningly, staring at Wati's hair which was only along under her chin. It used to be long to cover the entire back up to his waist, black like a fine cloud of cloudy clouds.

Lukijo sighed slowly. Shift his gaze over the green hilltop. An impression like held upright there, even though all only the promise of love that has ended.

Back to Wati's hair.

He seemed to understand, if the name of the person called Wati made him cry, but the problem is what exactly is going on? Didn't Fate and Describe each have found their own way of love. Then what else is Wati crying about now?

Lukijo lowered his face, asked in his heart like dew in the wild grass between his fingers with clasps.

"If I knew?"

Lukijo gasped slowly at Wati.

"Fate."

Wati's lips twitched.

Lukijo as astonished with what Wati said, did not himself already know about Fate.

Staring observed as Wati sat on the floor of the hut with a limp taste, rubbing back her wet cheeks.

"I'm confused Ti, actually Fate why?"

Lukijo stared at the pain.

"I'm Jo too, confused." Isak Wati sobbed slowly.

The ringing of HP sounded.

Wati immediately looked at his HP screen.

"Mother!"

The voice of the Son of a Man was heard from the tiny Speker HP.

"Kevin, wait a minute, son. Mother wants to go home!" Wati spoke without bringing HP closer to her ear, and immediately ended the call.

Menby Lukijo.

lukijo mesem, slowly subduing gaze.

"Maybe it's all true, Jo?"

"Do you remember Erika?"

Lukijo quickly looked over.

"Erika" he said at heart. Sure He remembered it but, why did Wati suddenly ask about Erika?

"Kevin's father, was Erika's friend."

Lukijo termangu, never thought. He knew Erika as a good friend of Fate. Because Fate had told him, Erika had visited the Hill.

"Lho! Isn't it good Ti?" ask him a little wonder.

Wati was empty among the fallen linang.

"All just to fuck Me and the Fate of Jo!" Suddenly exclaimed.

lukijo looked in disbelief. He really did not understand what Wati said.

Sobs are back heard.

Lukijo held his breath slowly, the heart like a feeling that was being felt by a beautiful face that was feeling pain.

Staring silently Wati who stood by rubbing her eyes.

Continuing to respond without being able to say anything just to see the small body of Wati who knew him, stepped slowly towards the House of Bu Marimin where Shely was seen waiting for him on the Motor Matic to pick him up home.

Still speechless when Wati turned her head slowly while walking.

Looks like Wati does have to go home considering his son is looking for him.

Lukijo sighed softly, looking at the white cloud sheets that were walking slowly like at the top of the Hill.

Slowly bowed to see the fingers of his feet, heart rustling slowly, kisruh love like it will always be there in every step even though all has ended, it's hard to really forget someone who is immersed in the heart. It will always ring when the heart remembers it, it will always be remembered when the heart feels sad.

Look back towards the top of the hill. Maybe the journey of love is not as beautiful as Wati and Fate, At least He is still alone to be able to feel the thorns of love.

Slowly turning towards Home, it seemed that Shely had brought Wati home.

Only the door of the house is still open.

Returning to his Breath slowly, staring for a moment at the Hilltop before his feet moved,

Sunlight is like a sheen in ignorance, like the Tears of Mother who just fell and continued to fall covered in green at the top of the Hill.

"Fate!Fate!" he said in his heart by looking at the house and approaching.

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