Magic Lantern

Romantic Dinners

Ratih woke up from his sleep. By early morning. The clock shows at one past thirty nights.

“Wake up, read prayer. Don't get angry.” Kreshna walked out of the bathroom.

“How can I not be angry? We room and bed!”

“I told you the reason. You don't want to eat?”

Ratih's stomach makes a rumbling sound that makes Kreshna laugh.

Ratih ate the oxtail soup that Kreshna heated. Eat with white rice with shrimp also duck lado mudo.

Krishna himself ate his prawn coktail lamat-ambi. Staring at the face of Ratih who was eating his food voraciously.

“You think it's romantic, right?” Kreshna.

“I'm starving.” The spirit of Ratih made Krishna unable to hold back his laughter.

“Now, I think this is the best fine dinner. Romanticized.”

Trainly sipped the oxtail soup from her bowl. Plucking the shrimp with his hands put it in his mouth. Chew it up quickly.

“The romantic. Table no manner.” Said Ratih sipping the rest of the soup until the toilet.

“If you've finished your meal. I have something to give you.” Sahut Kreshna's.

“What is it?”

“Solve your meal first. Wash your clean hands and mouth. I don't want my gifts to be dirty and greasy.”

“What the hell? Make curious...”.

“Eat first why the hell?”

Train to finish his meal. Spending his food without waste. Not long after that Ratih burped.

“Did you still say it was romantic?” Said Ratih laughing amusedly.

“Almost. You ruin the mood by burping.” Sahut Kreshna laughing.

“Busting is healthy.”

“But it can be disrespectful. There are cultures that allow but some that do not allow.”

“Ya. I'm going to the bathroom to clean myself up. After hibernating. I feel fresher and energized.”

“Good.” Kreshna. Choose to clean the heater used to heat the soup. Use the heater to boil hot water. Making coffee.

Opening minibar. Take a box of freshmilk. He also bought a pouch of sweet-white condensed milk as well as a box of cream. Deliberately buy it to add to the delicacy of the coffee he made himself.

Kreshna put two packs of coffee into each cup. Brew it with boiling hot water for up to half a cup then add sweetened condensed milk, freshmilk and thick cream.

Remove potato chips, wafers, beans and biscuits from minibars.

“What is it?” Tanya Ratih stared at the nightstand which had two coffee cups and various snacks.

“We'll chat. It's something romantic.”

“It looks like you're obsessed with romance.” Said Ratih laughing. Drying her hair with a towel.  His body was wrapped in Krishna's suit room.

“Can I borrow your clothes? It does not feel good to wear clothes that were used after bathing.” Ask Ratih.

“You look fresh and really tempting.” Kreshna said. Ratih threw his towel on Kreshna's face. Make the whole face of Krishna covered with a towel that is half wet.

“Do not pictor!”

“Just so angry..” Kreshna chuckled while picking up the towel that Train threw at him.

“Awas perverted!” Gruff speech. Kreshna was getting worse.

“You must be kind. If I want to lend you my clothes.”

“I won't hesitate on sheep's hairy wolf!”

Kreshna's laughter broke again.

Train to Krishna's wardrobe. Choose some shirts. Take the one that feels most comfortable and fitting. Kinda oversize.

Picky shorts kreshna but oversize all. Lacing. Kreshna's waist is too wide. Unlike her small and slender waist.

“Maybe I keep wearing my old subordinates as well as my underwear. But my upper clothes seem more comfortable if replaced with your rather oversize sweatshirt.”

“You just wear it. If it suits you.If his subordinates are stupid you just roll like a glove.”

“Strade basis!” Said Ratih laughing amusedly.

Ratih picked up Kreshna's great sweatshirt. Back to the bathroom. A while out wearing a oversize Krishna T-shirt with the skirt of his subordinates.

“You're wearing your underwear back?”

“Yeah, got to.”

“Doesn't it feel sticky?”

The Kreshna laughter broke.

“Jorok once!” Kreshna.

“Attorney!”

“But it seems to have gotten used to..”.

“Sok know!” Said Ratih manyun.

“This is your coffee. Drink.” Kreshna offered a cup of coffee to Ratih.

Ratih sip coffee, “enak once.” Praise Ratih.

“Thank you. You want this?” Kreshna said he offered the chips.

Practice taking potatoes chips. Chew it while occasionally sipping his coffee.

“Are you ready with the prize?”

“Do what the hell did you give me a gift?”

“Memories. I even got my present back.”

“What do you mean?”

“Magic Lanterns I gave you as your birthday gift.”

“I'm sorry. At that time, I just wanted to forget about our relationship. Which makes me very frustrated.”

“That's why. I gave you a lot of presents. So I can haunt you with memories of us.”

Ratih's eyes panned sadly towards Krishna.

“Why highlight your face like that.” Ask Kreshna.

“You know our relationship is not going anywhere?” Practice frustration.

Kreshna picked up the cup Ratih put it on the nightstand. Clutching Ratih's body into his arms.

“Who said?” Kreshna said as she stroked Ratih's hair. Tears dripped from both cheeks.

“Can you promise something or give certainty?”

“You know, I don't like to lie or give false hope.” Kreshna raised his chin and stared deeply at his face.

“I want to make sure everything. You don't know what it's like to be a stranger in your own family.” Kreshna.

“Are we going to talk about your trauma again?” Ratih distanced himself from Krishna.

Take coffee, wafer and beans. Take her to the other side of the bed. Stay away from Kreshna.

“Maybe for you. I'm just looking for an excuse.” Sahut Kreshna with a trembling voice.

“I know, you're telling the truth. I'm just tired of our relationship. Whether we have something or not.”

“Of course we have something. It's just, I don't want to rush. I want to make sure of everything. I don't want us to split up halfway. Especially if my son is experiencing the same thing as me. I really don't want that to happen.”

“Many children broken home. But they're fine. If we are destined to separate. But at least we've tried to live as well as we can."

“Not all broken home kids are okay. There are left wounds and traumas that can not heal.”

Ratih sipped his coffee. Chewing wafer. After opening the package.

Krishna walked over to Ratih.

“Stop!” Said Ratih, “don't come near me. We have to take care of each other. There is no certainty in our relationship. I don't want anything to befall us.”

“I promise to take care of you. It will not cross the line. Until it is already allowed for this.”

“Speak from where you are. No need to make the atmosphere dramatic. Moreover melancholy.”

“Good. If that's what you want. What if you received all the presents from me for you?”

Ratih nodded his head. He opened the bean bag. Started chewing.

Krishna carried a very large gift in his right hand. In her left hand, a gift was wrapped in beautiful wrapping paper. Put in a large white paper bag. Another one looks like a shoe box. Beautifully wrapped and put in a black paper bag.

“What is this?” Ask Ratih as Krishna withdraws all the gifts.

“Your gifts.”

“You know love bombing it fake love.”

“From the first time we met until now. My feelings have not changed for you. To hell with love bombing!” Rutuk.