DUSK ON WHITE LIPS

9. Coffee Flowers

Lukijo rubbed his eyes again, it feels like he just woke up from sleep but like a dream to see Wati was helping Miss Marimin clean the backyard of the House.

His sense of trust made him return to the room by lying down again while looking around the room.

Then get back up to the window. It opened slowly, and indeed the sunlight was not yet fully shining, reddish in the distance.

Like thinking of looking at the door of the room, like wanting to see Wati behind the House.

The sound of the broomstick clashing against the still wet ground will be dew and dry leaves falling, like a loud filling the morning that will soon appear.

Questions in the heart also filled the chest cavities, bursting ahead of the sun that will also appear soon.

Quickly rushed towards the kitchen, where the door would lead him to see the sweeping Wati.

The glove that last night became his warm blanket was still wrapped around his shoulders and waist.

The sounds of chicken crowing together in the distance was like a rush to welcome the morning back, the sound of hungry goats in the cage.

Lukijo rubbed his eyes back, not because of the taste of her earlier, but there was indeed dirt in his eyes.

Wati looked at it, as if indifferently sweeping back near the smiling Ms. Marimin looking at him.

The leafy leaves wave like a silent without a hissing in the fresh wind because the dew drops still dripping on the shoots.

Coffee flowers are white like fragrant among the dark that still enveloped in the tightness of the branches that touch.

Birds were also heard singing in the morning.

"Tumben woke up Jo?"

Wati again saw Lukijo responding to Bu Marimin's astonished question.

Lukijo mesem with a sleepy step approaching the well.

The sound of Lidi's broom on the ground was again heard.

"There's more of Bu-de's tumben!" Lukijo by closing the bathroom door made of boards.

The sound of water from a plastic dipper that fell on the floor of the bathroom cement was heard.

Lukijo rubbed his wet face with a sarong with the bathroom out.

"Raup Jo!"

Ms. Marimin's voice was heard alongside a broomstick in her hand.

"Mu-de's spinach guy!" Wati.

Lukijo grinned behind the scabbard that rubbed his face.

"All in front of Ti! keep burning the trash!" the thrill is leaning against the well wall by holding the bucket rope.

Wati melengos fast.

Ms. Marimin laughed a little.

Lukijo mesem, staring reddish on the sidelines of the trees beside the House.

The sun will appear soon. Looking back at Wati, her short hair covered her chubby cheeks.

"Joe! Mr. Prapto still told you to scoop?"

Ms. Marimin pulled out her sweep.

"It's Bu-de." Lukijo put the bucket into the well.

There was the sound of water droplets falling into the remaining well of dew attached to the bucket rope.

Slowly Lukijo slowly stalling the bucket rope into the well, while mesem noticed Wati who was busy sweeping.

Ms. Marimin was like signaling to him so as not to disturb Wati first.

Lukijo mesem nodded. Pull the rope slowly.

Sunlight really shone brightly, breaking through from every little crack that prevented it from shining on the Earth.

The dew is getting warmer and will soon disappear evaporating without a trace back.

The sound of the mountain motor roared like a medekati from a distance, which would soon pass on the road in front of the House.

Green-green will again appear in the bright light of day, as bright as the color of the white Flower patterned dress that is in the use of Wati. Moving slowly as his sweeping body.

Lukijo mesem noticed, as the sound of water falling into the bathtub.

So did Miss Marimin smile every time her eyes looked.

Lukijo grimly restrained to see Wati stop sweeping, wiping the sweat that began to fall on his forehead while looking at the grove of coffee gardens.

"Rubber! I still sleep in the morning!" ticklishly.

Ms. Marimin held back her laughter.

With a look of irritated eyes Wati melengos swept back.

Lukijo immediately mediates.

"Bu-de, let me sweep," he said by taking a broomstick from Ms. Marimin's hand.

Ms. Marimin grinnedly shook her head, then moved into the kitchen leaving Wati who remained indifferent as usual.

Ms. Marimin who will enter the kitchen was like being held back by her feet hearing Wati's words.

Lukijo hits Wati's butt gently with a broomstick.

"Not polite! Damn you!" Wati immediately hit back.

Lukijo quickly dodged by running to the side of the House, of course with the tail of Wati.

"I just hit the demon Ti! let's get the spit out!" lukijo ran with a laugh.

"Damn!the devil! You're the demon Jo!" reply Wati with an angry hue.

The sound of poultry in the rice field can be heard meyoraki both of them uber each other around the House.

Laughter Lukijo and angry oceh Wati alternated like igin expel the morning that had risen.

The twig shake slowly sounded as the baby passed leisurely.

The cheerful smile of Ms. Marimin accompanied each time the two passed by her in front of the door.

Breath that began to sip on the chest because running and laughing made Lukijo stop his run, Miss Marimin a big smile to see it.

Lukijo looked to the side of the house.

But Wati who was chasing him was not seen behind the walls of the House.

Then look at Ms. Marimin.

"Capek maybe Jo?" Ms. Marimin seems to know what Lukijo will say.

Lukijo grimaced by sitting hanging out breathing deeply.

But it seems Wati has not stopped chasing him, from the kitchen, from behind the body of Ms. Marimin by exclaiming annoyed directly career towards him with a broomstick raised above the head.

"Hayo You're Jo, mini nose demon!"

Lukijo who no longer had time to run just resignedly covered his head with both hands.

Wati who stood behind Lukijo, like an executioner who had been ready with a swing of his broomstick.

Lukijo grimaced, Wati pulled her ears to stand up.

"I just hit the demon Ti" he said as if he was being sad.

Wati hit his ass.

Lukijo complained, Wati hit him constantly quite hard.

Lukijo who will be stirring must be restrained, suddenly Wati stopped hitting him as Miss Marimin who entered the kitchen.

"D-in!" Wati leaves her broom and chases after Ms. Marimin.

Lukijo followed him in surprise.

"Bu-de," Wati's voice was so slow.

Lukijo approached Ms. Marimin who was sitting in the kitchen chair with her tears rubbed.

"What's the matter Bu-de?"

Wati with like squabbling in front of Miss Marimin.

The smile of Ms. Marimin was engraved slowly answering her.

Lukijo stared leaning his body against the wall of the House.

"Bu-de, are we troubling Bu-de?" it was like regretting something that happened just now.

"No, Jo, Wati." Marimin stared at the two.

"Bu-de, Bu-de only remembers Fate," he said again as if he wanted to cry.

"Remember Fate while joking with Wati," touched Wati's shoulder.

"Wati also wears this shirt," smiling with tears falling down.

Wati sobbed with a hug to Ms. Marimin.

Lukijo took a slow breath, looking out the kitchen door, gazing deep into the flowering coffee garden.

"This shirt is Bu-de's Fate favorite!" Isak Wati hard.

Ma'am Marimin sniffled the mangosteen, caressing the love of Wati's face.

Lukijo moved slowly, out of the kitchen leaving a cry that was filling the kitchen.

Among the taste of his heart that was filled, his eyes deeper into the tree of the coffee garden meeting.

Coffee flowers like a switch blooming in the green dress Wati in fragrant memories.

Still warm felt in the sunshine that illuminates it.

All has passed between Wati and Fate but the flowers of coffee will continue to bloom as long as the heart sees it.

Lukijo lowered his face staring darkly at his feet, as the sobs that had not subsided increasingly steamed through the precarious roof of the kitchen which is usually only a puff of smoke in the morning from burning wood under the furnace.

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