Love Barrels And Werewolves

After So Long

It turns out true, if the rain that falls slowly will go away. Sometimes it takes a little while.

After two years of living in misfortune, the storm finally passed. Fading in front of the eyes slowly left his place. Now there are only two loves that are united after being delayed for a very long time.

Under the summer sky, two hands joined each other. Smiles don't fade from their faces. Although only the sound of the river became a pause, in fact silence was more than enough to describe how happy Laras and Lion.

Laras's face lifted, staring at the man whose presence still felt like a dream. In the middle of a slow step, it would be a pity if you only pay attention to the road.

Aware the woman beside him continued to stare, Lion just can't look at Laras' face. He was too shy, awkward after so long without seeing each other. But isn't his heart beating?

"You're gonna keep staring at me?" Finally one question came out of Lion's lips after a long time both of them fell silent.

Hearing him made Laras reflex smile. He nodded, while the twinkle in his eyes still looked obvious. "I don't even want to blink. It's not a dream, is it?" said it.

Lion looked at me. A happy and sad line is drawn on the same face. With a sincere smile the man nodded.

"But what if this is just part of my other dream?" But Baras is still worried. Of course, after a very long time how could he believe it just like that.

"Another dream?" Both of Lion's eyebrows raised. When Laras nodded, the man continued. "You mean, do you dream of me often?"

Without taking a look, Laras nodded. "Didn't you ever dream of me?"

The man beside Laras seemed to be thinking. "Eitherway. Drain me for too long to forget anything I've ever dreamed of" he said honestly.

Suddenly, the face changed. View is shifted down. "Is that? I don't know why I'm so sad to hear it."

At the same moment Lion stopped. He looked at Laras and waited for the woman to raise her face again. Afterwards a sincere smile spread across his face.

Lion slightly lowered the face, balancing with the Baras position. "I don't remember anyone I ever dreamed of. But obviously when I woke up, the first person I wanted to see was you, the woman now in front of me."

The original heart melts while flowering. Butterflies fly in the chest. Laras' face flushed red, a blushing smile expanding involuntarily. Hearing such a simple sentence can feel very heartwarming.

"Does that mean you're happy to see me again?" Without thinking Lion nodded. The happy teeth come into view when Laras smiles. "I'm not happy. But very happy."

A gentle swab in the hair Barrel is given by Lion. Next, they continued their journey home.

The steps are deliberately made slowly. They want to enjoy every moment without being rushed. After everything that happened, the two of them were more appreciative of what was currently in place.

"By the way, why did you sleep that long?" said Baras in the middle of the journey. "Two years. Isn't it a long time?"

Lion who was still looking straight ahead did not turn his head. But still answer. "Actually not that long. I've been sober over a year ago."

Hearing that, Laras suddenly gave a sharp look to the man who said very casually. "Then you've just met me now?" He protested. A long-held punch was now violently released. "You're letting me wait that long? Don't you know how much I suffer every second, every day stuck in a miserable feeling. And you've come to your senses but you've never seen me?"

Getting a blow from Laras, Lion could only grimace and dodge accordingly. It used to be preventable, but now another hand is working.

"Laras, stop. It hurt" said Lion, pleading.

"Not that I didn't want to see you back then. You know, I was almost crazy thinking I could no longer see you, Laras, too" said Lion, grimacing with a punch from Laras. "There are some things that make me unable to leave."

"You're not lying?"

Lion quickly nodded. "Did I ever lie to you?"

For a moment Laras fell silent. It was true, honestly he had believed Lion from the beginning. But it feels less if not angry. "alright. I believe."

They walk back. However, when Laras beat up Lion, the woman realized something. If the left hand of the man next to her had not moved at all since they met.

Every now and then Laras glanced at Lion's silent hand. But he did not want to look too curious for fear of hurting the man's feelings. Although in fact he was overwhelmed with anxiety and wanted to ask a lot of questions.

Until as the two continued walking, a simple hut by the farm was seen. The barrel stops followed by Lion.

"It's been a long time" said Lion, staring at the house that had not changed at all.

Laras looked, he nodded. "You're right. It's been a long time since the house was deserted" he said. Then with sparkling eyes he continued, "You want to take a bath in the river?"

Both of Lion's eyes grew bigger. "Suddenly shower?" He immediately kissed the body, perhaps Laras inhaled an unpleasant aroma from there. "Does my body smell?"

With a laugh that almost came out Laras shook his head. "No. I just want to take a shower together. You know, I'm pretty good at rubbing my back" said the woman in a mischievous whisper.

The widened eyes get more rounded. "Wedding together? Back rub?" Lion looked surprised, but hoped at the same time.

Not answering, Laras hurried to pull Lion's right hand. Take him to the river and immediately water him with water. This woman just wants to play.

The storm that had been pounding incessantly for two years, finally left in the summer this time.

***

While on the other bank of the river, a man sat with a glaring look deep into the forest. Small stones are thrown several times, pain and jealousy scramble position in the chest cavity.

Until suddenly someone sat without excuse beside the man. When looking, apparently Kinan also threw rocks.

"I heard Lion is back" said Kinan. In the next second he looked. "Is that what keeps you here like this, Win?"

A moment Win flinching. He took a deep breath as if confirming what Kinan was asking. But there was not a word or a response. The man only stopped for a moment and returned to throw the rocks.

Feeling pain in the heart. Kinan took a breath. Instead of throwing stones, he now plays a grass that is not too high.

"If I like you, what do you think?" kinan said calmly.

But not for Win. Suddenly he turned his head, looking at the woman who was still playing the reeds with enlarged eyes.

In the next second, however, Kinan laughed. "I'm just kidding" he said, throwing a glance in any direction.