LOVE THE CUPU

Chapter-61~Senja

The rain had subsided leaving a drizzle in the twilight sky. Water falling from the end of the foliage leaves wet after the rain. The chirping of birds passed to fly back the civet, signaling the night was coming soon. Although heavy, a young man must be willing to part with his lover. By saying the word 'Tomorrow meet again' he said to return to his quiet residence.

Setting foot in the wet yard, Arif breathed in the fresh air after the rain. The breeze of the swinging wind carried the smell of wet soil, touching directly the sense of smell, leaving a tightness in a heart that is always on the side of the kasmaran. Entering the house with white paint, Arif again felt longing for his parents. Repeatedly breathing deeply, Arif stepped up the stairs, into the room that always faithfully accompanied his day. Removing the watch on the wrist, Arif placed it on the nightstand along with his poncel. Arif pulled the drawer, there are still leftover cigarettes stored there. Taking the box pack, Arif grasped it and took it out. Reopening Arif's main door circulated his gaze.

"Sir!" Arif shouted to the house security guard.

"Yes, Den." The security guard ran over to his young master in the house.

"This is for you." handed the cigarette pack into the security guard's hand.

"Ma-thank you, Den. It's a good fit to take care of it tonight," he said politely.

Arif reached into his pants pocket to pick up a piece of money in blue. "It's for a snack."

"Ma-maksih a lot, Den."

"Yes Sir. I go in first" said Arif politely. She ran back to her room. Taking off all the clothes attached to his body Arif cleansed his already sticky body with sweat.

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The white car had already disappeared at the turn, Khanza sighed softly. Rotate his legs to turn inside. However, the answer from behind stopped his steps. Khanza looked to the right. "No one," he muttered confusedly.

His left shoulder returned, Khanza turned his face to the left. "Also there is none." Frowning both of his eyebrows, Khanza shuddered in horror.

"Just go in, deh." Khanza stomped his feet ready to go inside. But, uh,

the jolt in his hand made him stop and instantly turn around.

"Faizal!" pekik Khanza's. "Tau gigin?" pissed Khanza.

Faizal laughed out loud to find Khanza terrified. "Why? you think ghosts?" ask Faizal.

"I'm afraid to know!" his Khanza.

Faizal hardened his laughter even more, to the point that he held his stomach. Rarely saw Khanza frightened.

"Happy!" chirps Khanza, his hand clasping the man's arm. "Rasain," Khanza growled his hand at the arm.

"You-au-au! s-sickness, Za. W-fuck!" ringis Faizal held Khanza's hand so as not to pinch him further.

"That's fine, anyway." Khanza took off his hand and left a red mark there.

Rubbing his arm, Faizal rolled up the short sleeve. "Red, Za!" show it in the former Khanza pinch.

"Belgium!" sahut Khanza's. "Who told you to be ignorant." Khanza let out his tongue mocking Faizal. Now on the switch, Khanza laughed happily, displaying a row of white teeth of the cute girl.

Faizal stared inwardly at the laughter.

That laugh_the laugh I've always missed for a long time, a laugh that always made me want to make it worse. That laugh_laughter I've always wanted to see as an encouragement in my days. That laugh_laughter that always makes this heart vibrate every time I. But baby, now that laughter has chosen its own owner.

"We're in, yuk, Fa. It was cold outside" he said, pulling Faizal's hand to make his best friend aware of his thoughts.

"Eh, ta-tpi I want that...."

"No buts!" serami Khanza's. He continued to pull Faizal's hand inside.

Shaking his head, Faizal followed Khanza. Entering his house, Khanza took Faizal to the living room.

"Yes, I'm sitting." Faizal relented, throwing his body onto the sofa.

"So Arif was forced, now Faizal, Khanza ..., Khanza!" mama Vina. "It's up to you, Za. Mom go to the room first." Mama Vina got up, leaving Faizal and Khanza there.

Staring at Mama Vina's back away, Faizal returned to Khanza who was already sitting next to him. "You must not be cruel to Arif, Za. I've been watching kids for a long time."

"Where am I cruel, what a delicacy," Khanza.

Faizal leaned back to look at the ceiling. "You don't feel it, Za. Do not be too often for her emotions, she is very affectionate with you," Faizal said.

"Yes, yeah, yeah."

"Even if I sprain her sometimes, but I know she really loves you, Za. I see also now he's changed a lot."

"Change what, people are still often emotional."

"Changing it takes a process, it can't be instant. You should also help him, not keep pushing him!"

"Whose friend are you, Fa? I'm instead taking Arif," Khanza upset.

"It is precisely because I am your friend that I admonish you. Anyway, the feeling yesterday you were so patient with Arif, now why is he the one who patiently faced you, ckckck!" Faizal glanced at Khanza through the tail of his eyes, as if Khanza was thinking about his advice.

"Already, ah. I'm going home, first. It's almost dark." Faizal stood up. "Oh yes, Za. Your motorbikes, how about we get together Sunday night?" bring Faizal.

"But ak–"

"Fear Arif, huh? Huhf! I really hope you want to, Za. I promise you, this is the last time we go" Faizal said.

"I'll talk to Arif first, yeah."

"okay! I'm waiting for your news. I'm going home, yes, Za," she said. Khanza nodded his head to stand up to escort Faizal forward. "No need to be in the front row, Za!" reject Faizal.

"Yes, I'm going to take a shower, too" Khanza replied.

Faizal came out of Khanza's house, walking through the mists of twilight greeting. The sun had already started to enter the contest, leaving behind the dark and cold of the night. Very representative of a heart that is lonely with love in silence. Arriving in front of his house, Faizal breathed heavily, even though he had sincerely removed Khanza. The weight in his heart was still felt, implying a wound in the recesses of his heart. Entering his house, Faizal headed straight for the room. Turning on the laptop, he threw himself into a closed position. Faizal nimbly played the mouse connected to his laptop, looking for the vidio file.

Twist vidio Khanza swinging in Hammock (cloth wicker) with headset attached to the ear. The girl's smile and laughter, able to make Faizal pull the corner of his lips. Either since when the vidio was taken and always in the play Faizal repeatedly from his laptop. Faizal never got tired of staring at the sweet face of his best friend.

If I can't have you, Za. At least allow me to enjoy your smile and at the very least, allow me to enjoy the last time later with you.

Faizal was closed with a laptop that was still on with the vidio-vidio Khanza there.

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