Festive Collection

EPS 99'S. RED INK

Blood flowed slowly from the open wound. You smile at me as if sewing mili for mili. As my nerves rippled through my brain, I started playing back the tape, what happened and why? I found out in your face if you're keeping something I don't remember. Try saying it and be honest. Even though I'm going to suffer more because it's going to be better than hiding a dagger behind your back, wow, I'm starting to suspect you're involved in this big deal, love.

It's up to you to keep playing hide and seek with my mind, I greet you but your voice is like the wind blowing on a goose-patterned ash mosquito net, you're like a goose princess standing by the window. You smile at a woman in white with a small hat on top of her bearded hair who suddenly hides your little face and the body of this newcomer is really an excess size not only your face wants I always see you again but also your whole body just disappears, whether you're inching now where?

I don't know what she said she used a language I don't understand. I started calling your name, no word. Ahk, apparently you're not in a white cube box with a little blue line of alternating hoses in the middle of the horizontal. The uniformed back filled the width of the door, before it disappeared he looked away and threw a cynical smile, his head raised and vanished. Oh, do I now always predict whether it is true that the woman smiled cynically or just smiled sweetly. Oi! where the hell are you? don't leave me with this striped blanket.

I almost screamed, but your smile was not in my eyes. Kasiih...do I make a sound?

I'm still struggling with the details, I didn't think you'd slam all the contents of our dish rack. Filled across the cement floor. My eyes catch yours. You've been snubbing all my words. I was pressed against the wall and slipped as I focused on my last piece of detail paper, ironically the piece of paper I had been looking for had done me a disservice, my body was slammed on glass fragments and plates on the cemented floor. You don't scream even you don't ask for help as usual when we fight, you just sculpt and your hair booth depicts your power.

That morning my plan was to hand over my last piece of writing and I was determined to be the last piece of writing for the sake of my promise to you why you didn't give me this one chance - not by the end of my last file you would have me whole and you will take me to the middle of a potato field at high altitude in the land of the Pandawa temple, Dieng.

You complain your night is full of boredom and you don't dare to play a little bit like you accuse me of not being around you for days, you muttered in a stinging voice that I had been too tired with some women. You whispered to the wall that your happiness had been taken away ever since I proposed to you. When it happens why are you willing to be under oath with a qobul ijab in front of the guardians and witnesses, you hear that rumble when the ruler just finished saying the question, legitimate? legit !!! rumbling filled the room of your house to the hallway of your village may also to the cliffs and ravines of the Kejajar. You write in every piece of furniture we do about my prilak that's not close to perfect even you begin to dare compare with the role models you get out there. you sang all over the rooms of our house with a thousand stanzas of lyrics of your unrest. The fire you ignite in every furnace is like a taste in your chest.

You want me to work like Atmo, who is clearly a cement mixer so that every Saturday afternoon you say you can be with Titin and Wati go shopping to the mini market. You exclaimed why I didn't go with your brother who sat all day bending over to connect sheets of cloth to a shirt. For like Atmo obviously I don't have muscles like him and stirring all day I can not stand straight anymore while following brother-in-law means I have to fight with a small hole and a thread how can I finish for a piece of clothing if the thread does not go into the pinhole. For all my reasons you said preeeet.

I do not always write my time out to complain about fate, to the north south to trade my wisdom, some work at first had made your sweet smile re-emerge but only a moment after I was overwhelmed with my work and tired of ambushing you started to show your fangs. Then you started making the decision to ban me by no longer sharing a bed. Sleep alone without your snoring I can still dream. Then you decided to put off having a child I thought you'd be cold after a few days but you've been saying for months you're still with red ink on the door of our room which is now just your room with posts “No Entry Bagi Uninterested” that you collected from your new workplace in a shoe store in a number of new markets. I have interests because I'm still your stud, love.

That morning I remember now. After breakfast and drinking your concoction tea which leaves you get from your kerbat in the village you collect the promise that we will soon pack up leaving this greedy city, leaving the crumbs like garbage cans. You said we're as horny as a hound crumbs that stink. Yes, I answer. Yes we will leave after my writing is paid off and suddenly you are hysterical and start to rampage. The plate plate just slid into the cement floor, broke like our hearts, broke like ours, the glass clashed with clinks and then overtook broken heads like our hearts. We're.

I squealed again I felt my neck muscles bulging, my fingers shaking stiffly just a fan round in the sky that I found not your face. The rotation of the propeller is silent.

Whether I dream or not now I see Atmo standing grinning beside my body lying on the iron bed next to Titin, Wati, my sister-in-law and you Love. The face of Titin, Wati, my sister-in-law is full of novelty and your face is full of mystery.

Love me for hoeing in our fields. Love me for being muscular like Atmo. I'm gonna bend over all day with a cloth if you want to be like your brother. I will always be behind you. You said cold dieng will make your child fertile and I will have germinated offspring. Listen to my heart. Read my eye writing in your eyes.