LOVE WITHOUT SPACE

ONE LEVEL WITH THE WORD WELCOME IN KESET

Ayya saw Mukti was asleep. He broke loose slowly and then he got up from the bed. Wearing top underwear is also a thick training shirt. He will go to sleep again. Of course he does not want to wake up in the morning and see himself still not dressed.

Ayya already feels better. He no longer shivered. He came out of the room and immediately heated the hot ginger tea that Mukti had made.

“Loh Mbak Ayu, what is it?” ask Ms. Pinem who happened to wake up that night to take water.

“I have a fever Mom. Here I again heat the brown sugar ginger that was made by Mukti,” Ayya sahut.

“Why not wake me up?” ask Pinem.

“Nothing Ma'am. When we just came home, Mukti made me brown sugar ginger. Then now he sleeps so I heat up myself,” Ayya said.

“It's okay, just stay. I'm okay anyway. It's also over soon. I don't want to be too hot, I don't wait until it boils, let it drink well. So just stay. Soon I also enter koq,” said Ayya.

Ms. Pinem finally went back into the room. She ran out of water in her room so she took one bottle of water.

Ayya still imagined why such a Linga was on her. Why Lingga did not have the courage to forbid his aunt to do so, at least if he forbade of course he would not be charged with conspiracy. But because he let it happen, it means he's being charged with conspiracy.

 Ayya regretted that because of her, Mukti lost her friend again. But Ayya is sure that whoever the female companion of Mukti, will definitely get such treatment. Because everything is not because of who he is, but because of the proof! So whoever the woman who will be the wife or lover of Mukti will still have the same fate.

Ayya sipped a warm brown sugar ginger, taken the bread she just bought. Chocolate and cheese toast that is always on the dinner table. He took the cheese bread and started eating it because he was hungry.

Ayya wrote down a list of groceries she had not bought at the supermarket and put down a few pieces of red money. He put it on the kitchen table with the inscription if he misfortunes just shopping Pinem.

Ayya returned to the room and entered in the blanket, she hugged Mukti tightly. He was comfortable and slept until the next day.

“Why can you guys be like this?” ask Lingga's parents who asked Lingga to come when he was arrested by the police earlier.

“This is not my fault biyang (mother in Balinese ),” said Lingga.

“This is because of Aunty,” clear Lingga.

“You are now guilty of me? If you hadn't told Mukti that you didn't want to look at you at all, I wouldn't have done that. I am doing you!” bengal Sekar's.

“I've been to Mukti my answer YES. But not to make such a retaliation. I have told you that there are people who spray coffee on Komang, directly now in prison,” said Lingga.

“It was because of a problem. The Komang is a burn. If the ice will not be dangerous,” Sekar defend himself.

“Tetap only he hurt his inner self. Is it certain that the ice did not make him sick?” his mother said Lingga. His mother Lingga was his cousin Sekar. So Sekar is not a younger brother, but a younger cousin. That's why the age difference is quite far with his mother Lingga. He was more like his age with Linga.

“Ajik doesn't want to know. Teach won't help you to send a lawyer. Because from the viral media alone the name Ajik has been defiled. Better let you take care of yourself because this is the fault of the two of you who do arbitrarily to people.”

“That girl is innocent of anything. Why are you flushing like that? The one who doesn't touch you is the man. You told me his fiancee still wants to talk, still smiling. Why don't you flush at the guy? Why did you reply to her fiance? That's your fault!” said Ajik or his father Lingga.

“Partially you are a woman who has no self-respect. If a man doesn't want to look at you, it's because he doesn't like you! Why are you angry? That means you don't have to be considered by him. Especially now that you are doing something like this. Yes, in their eyes you are like a doormat. Sweet whatever your smile, as good as writing welcome on the doormat. It means nothing at all!” the word Lingga.