
In the afternoon in Germany two elderly people were playing chess seriously accompanied by chip setoples, two black coffees and a black pot that had been mixed with water to thicken. They like to play chess when they are not working. Yes even though we know they have nothing to do but wrestle in the mouth. Here who is always a victim is oppa. So many black scribbles that have been stretched beautifully on his wrinkled face with a face look serious in order to defeat his opponent.
“i hear from bik ira cleo and bima since we go they are more often in the room?.” Oma said while playing her chess
“let it go, maybe they are doing the same as us now.” Splice Oppa seriously with his chess
“i never asked if they did the same as we do now.” Connect Oma while playing her pawn
“indeed why neng. Maybe they're observation stage.” Answer Oppa without glancing at the oma
“ya piker is not. If they keep playing like us when they will print a great-grandchild for us and maybe if you die first you will not see your great-grandson.” Oma continued while eating the oppa launcher with horses
Oppa just kept quiet and looked at oma with a look of Tanya's mark while raising both eyebrows. “do you want me to die first? wouldn't you be sad if I wasn't around?.” Tanyak Oppa while staring at the oma who is focusing on his chess
“wadauw. Okay gini if later they stay bemain like us to death we can not weigh the great-grandchild no.” Oma replied while looking at oppa
“right also sin eng. So what should we do.?” Many Oppa
“maybe we have to act fast before it's too late.” Oma replied while returning seriously to her chess
“iya neng's. It should and should be.” Answer Oppa
“skakmat...” says Oma while playing her castle.
“ha…. Ahhh cheating lu neng.” Oppa was upset
“ahhh cheating-cheating emang cliff?. Here's your face where yes I'm sarok is full again. Ohh here there is.” Guman oma while scribbling on the area of thick lips oppa
“bonengg....” shouted Oppa annoyed.
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On a very late night both insane who are confiding in each other who do not remember the time already showed the number 12:06 Wib and they are still cool telling stories from the past to the things they love. Laughter and smiles all showed them to each other no more covered from them as if the burden on both shoulders was temporarily gone.
“you should know mister first I really like to play bicycles. The first time I rode my foot bike was not happy but I just kept to ride it and when I was able to balance it and run it I was washed away in excitement until I was not aware up ahead there is a high enough descent. Hahhahha.” Cleo's laughter stopped continuing her story
“continue what happened?.” Many Bima kepo
“ahh…. Seriously? why not use the brake?.” Much confused Bima
“ahhh…. Our bikes in the village were different from the bikes of people in the city more greget it was more challenging. If we want to stop we don't use handbrake but foot brakes so if we want the brakes just put our feet on the rear tire and automatically the bike will stop and because I don't use sandals so I can't lay it off” Cleo replied with a laugh
“waoaw. Excite your childhood.” said Bima while smiling knot
“and you know mister bike we have a sound like motor-motor racers like rossi lo.” Cleo said proudly
“haa..? how can. How?.”
“bottle. So we put the bottle near the rear tire and the tire will automatically make a loud noise like a motorbike. Hahaha.” Cleo replied while laughing sumria
Bima can only shake and smile with an uncaring look with the uniqueness of the cleo that can live with the many unique childhood stories that are far different from the bima who are just silent and to be from the outside world.
“already tonight, we sleep yuk.” Bima
“ayuk..” Cleo replied while standing helping the pimple get up
Cleo menutun bima walked over while closing the door of her corridor. Up on the bed cleo helps envelop the bima and after finishing cleo rushes towards his sofa but his hands are hunted by the bima
“ada what?.’” Lots of Cleo
“sleep here with me.” Replied Bima while hitting her mattress slowly
“ta ta pi.?” answer Cleo's nudge
“he said want to be worthy of his wife.” Connect Bima while raising both eyebrows
“good.” Cleo replied as she rushed towards the bima mattress
The heart and breath are two different things but serve the same purpose. But tonight his heart beats faster and his breath hunts down like they've made a pact to make this. Cleo just patted the ceiling of her room with a look for help from God so that she does not do things that can harm her. “why you guys are so compact to make me tremble and make me degdegan.” Cleo's grin in his heart. His awkwardness makes it hard to close his eyes. “what am I saying is true or will lead me to regret?.” Cleo Guman inwardly while biting her lower lip
A regular snorting sound was heard in cleo's ears which slowly glanced at the bima that was already deep in his sleep and cleo twisted his body to the side facing the bima. Cleo who found the bima who had slept soundly noticed the shape of the face that was almost perfect because we know perfection only belongs to an omnipresent god. Smooth white face, blackhead sharp nose, pliable eyelashes, thin whiskers and lips that contain enough red color fall form a handsome face bima. Spontaneous cleo check the state of the bima by holding his bima forehead and neck. “thank god already meningan, his body temperature is quite normal.” Guman Cleo while smiling knot
Before cleo closed his eyes cleo woke up because he forgot not to pray before going to bed the most mandatory thing every day he did before going to bed.” The good Lord thank you for the blessings you have given to him and those who love him more. Thank you for helping to get through this day well and give thanks for everything you have given to the servant in any form. Add very dear to you. amin.” Cleo said in her prayer