Letter From Primus

TWENTY-SEVEN: THE CRY-BROWED PRIMUS

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As usual, Lula sat in a pavilion flooded with moonlight. The silence that crackled around her made Lula play with her own feelings. The woman was disappointed with herself why she so heavily confessed love to Primus while the man was always in front of her.

As of this moment Primus was again present accompanying him. "Sit alone, Mom. Want to be won by a handsome guy?"

That guy's smile was snuggled. "But the seat is not here, La. Sitting in that mop."

Lula exclaimed little. "What the hell, Prim. Joking you're not funny ah."

Primus sat with his back straight beside Lula. The guy's face looks crisp. "Let's. The important thing I've been working on, La."

Primus watched Lula for a moment and immediately removed the jacket attached to her body. The clothes made of taslan material are now presented to Lula. "La.. you must be cold, right?"

"Wear my jacket."

Lula's backward head stared at the jacket Primus offered. Because Lula took too long to take over his jacket, Primus immediately triggered. "Please, La. My jacket smells freshly washed."

"Don't think about it."

Without many more words, Primus shifted more to the side and stretched his jacket. "Here I put it on." she said, trying to stick the jacket out on Lula's back.

Lula raised both hands tidying up a little jacket on her shoulder. After that Lula looked over and smiled. "Thank you, Prim."

Lula was immediately faced with a charming Primus smile when the guy replied to her. "Don't use thanks, La."

"So what do you want?" ask Lula warmly. It was a warm atmosphere that enveloped them this time. Lula had not felt this kind of feeling for a long time. A feeling of comfort without any sense of uneasiness for fear that Primus would disappear from his days.

Primus played his eyebrows at Lula. "Pake a hug too, La."

Lula's fist airs in front of Primus's face. "You mean to put on your fist, Prim?"

Primus chuckles to himself. "Don't be serious, La. Do you have the heart of my cute face? Hehe."

Lula lowered her hand and pinched Primus' arm. "Lo nyebelin anyway."

Primus and Lula then shut each other up to perform activities that seemed to be their rituals. Never to be missed staring at the moon and the stars that they mean like their own friendship. They will be ready to light each other up in any dark state.

But the silence was broken by the sound of Primus mobile phone that suddenly rang. "Who, Prim?"

Primus stared at the screen of his phone while answering Lula. "Beby sms nanyain I've eaten what yet, La."

The tremors of pain instantly re-entered Lula's heart. "Since when did Beby have a lo number?"

Primus lowered his phone and turned to Lula. "Gupper home earlier.he asked for my phone number."

Lula's chin nodded slowly. "Ehm... Do you answer the message Beby, Prim?"

"Why not reply? It's poor Beby's waiting."

Primus thought of lightning and exhaled. The guy had forgotten that he had to look happy about his closeness with Beby in front of his best friend. "Yes, I did reply. I haven't eaten yet."

The thick-browed guy continued saying. "Now this time there is something I have eaten yet. It's usually me who's diligent, La."

A few seconds later, the Primus phone rings again. "Jeez so fast Beby. He said don't forget to eat."

The tip of Primus' lips was attracted while glancing at Lula. "It turns out all girls love to eat."

Still pretending to smile, Lula immediately stood up from where she was sitting. "Prim, I'm going in first."

Primus moved forward despite not yet rising from the pavilion. "La.. accompany me times."

"And there was Beby who was friends." replied Lula without daring to look at Primus' face. "Now, put on your jacket. Let you catch a cold." continued the woman while returning the jacket owned by Primus.

Primus finally stood up and clasped the hands of the woman he actually loved the most. "La, sometimes I think... Is there not a sincere girl like lo?"

Lula looked down with her face still turned away. "Prim. There's not a guy who can always take care of me like you."

Primus gulped and then whimpered. "Gue's afraid of losing you, La."

Lula immediately chimed in with an already extremely turbulent heart. "Gue's more afraid of losing lo, Prim."

"Lo has to promise ya, La. Don't leave my life."

"Gue can be ruined, La."

Primus' words just provoked Lula to look at Primus's face. Sure enough, Primus's countenance was very seduful and his eyes were glazed. "Lo is no longer crying, right now? Your tone is so melow."

Primus replied with a sneer. "Crying? Guys fighting like I can't cry times, La."

Lula let out a small laugh, merely wanting to get rid of the sadness between them. "But you're not Superman."

"You'll definitely cry later, Prim."

Primus chuckled in response to Lula's words. "Yes, maybe."

Lula also repeated his words. "But I don't think so, Prim. You're strong."

Primus patted Lula's shoulder gently. "Gue will definitely cry, La. I'd cry if you niggalin me, La."

"Like I cry when I cry I leave me forever." murmured Primus, with a drop of tears rolling down his cheek.

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