Layu Set

Throttled trials

Trying to make peace with the circumstances but in fact too difficult, unfair it feels. Trials repeatedly hit him, snatching a smile that adorned his sweet face. Sorting a dream that was once beautifully detailed in his head.

Cold water flowed from above his head, hoping to be able to temper the anger at the fate that wrote this bitter for him. Scrubbing traces of the man, which stuck to his body. But no matter how hard he tried to remove it, his precious possession would never be able to return. Leaving a wide gaping inner wound is difficult to heal.

"Aren't you in school?" said Ira Bu went into his room, found him still curled up covered in a blanket.

"I'm not feeling well" she replied sounding slow and hoarse.

Ms. Ira walked up to him, touching his forehead with his palm, "you're sick, your body is hot. To the Doctor?" wheedled.

Cila shook her head, "no need to Miss De, get well on her own."

"Bu De get me some medicine for a second," as he got up and stepped out. Back again with a glass of water a medicine wrap slab in his hand.

"Drink..!" placing one tablet of paracetamol on a Kinar.

Kinar slowly awoke, received the medicine, put it in his mouth and lay back down. A whack in his sensitive center, it seems to result in a fever this time. The pain he was intentionally hiding from anyone.

While in the room that witnessed his damned deeds last night, Roman began to blink his eyes. The glare of the morning sun that began to heat up, teasing him from the sound and peaceful beautiful dreams last night.

Forcing his body to rise, silent for a moment when he remembered it back on the incident last night. The peak of pleasure he regressed without feeling love, a pleasure that only he enjoyed unilaterally. For on the other hand this is torture.

Then galloping to find water to wash his face, which may also be able to refresh his brain to think right in the future. His eyes were facing the mirror, looking at the reflection of his face there, cursing at him who was doing this low.

With a blank look he came out, accidentally seen patches of blood drying on a sheet that had tangled poranda prak. Making the air around him seem empty, leaving a tightness that suffocates his throat.

I have ruined it. Something precious belongs to him. Unusual regret makes the contents of his brain evaporate somewhere.

"Ngapain you in the dalem, not out-going. Do you remember the pleasure of Semalem?" cibir Aryo's.

"Waahhh..gila lu ya, the former is so rich, so much so. Kasian tuh cewe, the seal was broken open, "Aryo's eyes widened to see the blood stain.

"Lu must be responsible, has made him damaged," his chatter has not stopped.

"Just for fun, nothing more," Roman replied lying to his instincts.

"You are making a big fuss," interrupted Angga who ngeloyor follow in.

"Where, the service was satisfying. He's the one who's crazy about you" said Angga, who forgot last night's drunkenness.

"Telat lu Ngga, hunt her njebolin virgin guy. It's the mark" said Aryo.

Angga knitted his eyebrows together, confused. "Then who is he?"

"Emang you don't want to? Like the girl in the cafe," replied Aryo not so sure.

"That girl?" Angga.

"She looks like the girl we noticed the other day."

Angga's gaze turned to Roman who preferred to lock his mouth earlier, "you're not sane?" the look in his eyes was full of anger, there was a disrelief there.

"Lu also started this game," replied Roman no less sharp.

Roman's reply made Angga speechless, all said to be stuck in the throat. Because he was the one who started it. He sows the seeds of this chaos.

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Three days later, Kinar began to force himself back into activity. Performing his role which is still a high school senior of a state school. It's just that he moved to work, joining his Ms De who works in the hospital canteen.

While at his old workplace, someone was looking for him.

"Sorry.your other one didn't leave?" ask Angga.

"I mean Mas, Kinara? he wants to focus on school, he said yesterday.

So her name was Kinara, Angga remembered someone.

"Sorry, I haven't asked."

"Oo.yes, thank you."

In addition to Angga, Roman also came a few hours later. It was just that he was just silent, his eyes were going around looking for the figure of the girl. But nil, not visible at all. Until he decides to leave immediately.

After that day, he never came to that place again. Putting aside his constantly turbulent battery, whether the girl or not he wanted to forget about it. Forcing logic justifies his actions.

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That day Kinar forced himself to meet Jay doubtfully. He felt he had nothing left to pay his debt.

"Your face is pale, are you sick?"

"It's just soy sauce" replied Kinar.

"This isn't your cooking?" just one mouthful of Jay can recognize Kinar cuisine.

"Yes, I brought it from work."

"Mas.." call him trembling.

"What's up?"

"Sorry..."

"What are you sorry for again."

"A. I'm no longer a woman anymore." she said, which felt very heavy to be cut off when Jay suddenly choked.

"Pelan-oelan Mas..," Kinar patted his back.

"So what did you say?" jay asked after drinking water.

Cila shook her head, "no, no nothing," undoing her intention to come clean.

Jay held onto Kinar's hand gently, "I want to ask for something."

Hearing that, Kinar's eyes looked at Jay questioningly.

"Wait for me." he said sounding hopeful. Began to show his feelings.

Kinar was stunned, his eyes were heating up. Forcing clear granules to pool, fall into drops. With a weak nod, doubt.

Do I still deserve to wait for you, I'm dirty. Shouts in the heart.

Staring at the sky that was mourned, it looked grim with black clouds lined up covering the bright sun. Shedding his grief through the increasingly heavy rain, splashing the earth. The trees are dried up, wet watered, and perhaps tomorrow will grow fresh green young foliage.

Could he be like that, after a cloud of grief had clouded him. In time later will turn a happy bright hue, hopefully. Desperate now triggers him to dare to face the reality as well as the shock of life that continues to make his heart beat unsettled.

Three months have passed, the rented house of Bu Denya who will be occupied by the owner, forcing them to move. Far enough from that place.

And during that time, Kinar began to rarely see Jay. Wish the feelings between them were buried deep, because they felt unworthy of him.

Especially this month Kinar found a strange in his body. Nausea that continues to tear apart his stomach is very uncomfortable, his appetite was slowly lost. It weakens his body.

"Why you?" worried about Bu Asih when he saw her mouth silencing run backwards.

"No papa ma'am de, maybe catch a cold," replied Kinar choked still holding back his nausea.

"Bu de kerokin first, then you leave. It's still this morning" said de.

Kinar also according to, his body is now in a baluri of rubbing oil whose aroma is so distinctive. But Bu Asih was a little surprised, Kinar was not like being in the wind.