On Whose Lips Will These Tears I Drop

My Love Beats on Two Women's Hearts

I walked through the tracks of men who went and came home in that city. The voice of Azan was heard from all points. The obstacles that the owner rides alternately pass, such as innocent to take lightly the musical call.

I kept running around counting the number of party plaques that were plastered at every corner and the shops.

There was no purpose this time, absolutely nothing. The love I expected was impossible, because soon the police will find me. They will be very angry, because I have accused them of killing their leader or subordinate.

After quite a long break through the nightlife, I returned again to my first place, under the bridge, pitting fate against the night. I picked up a long cloth tucked between some clothes in the bag, suddenly my eyes were fixed on a small piece of paper that reminded me of a woman. The woman who once made me fall in love.

Before I left that day, he gave me a business card. Everything about him was written in full, starting from his name, address and where he lives now. Her name is Fariza, the address of this city, in the southern direction of the compass needle, precisely the work alley no 17.

"Tomorrow I must see him, for there is no way I'm always hiding from the police pursuers in places like this."

The night had drowned me, the fear that was staring at my eyes had already run out into a dream. Until the morning of saying good-bye, I did not find a dream, actually I want to talk to the sound of the dream that no man, already like God alone, dare to say I will be miserable. Fucking dream!

That morning I improved myself, I had to be a little neat so Fariza would not feel disappointed seeing my appearance.

I didn't find him at the diner where he worked, but this morning I'll come to his house. Even though he has a fierce parent, I don't care, until Fariza says "You're safe with me."

The streets in the city center began to be crowded, the sound of car horns alternately urging my eardrums, he said, not to mention the sound of the snot boys singing in every red light singing in a messy voice unclear whose ears they entertain.

They should change the course of life, although not be the most respected thieves they can be ********honored, which if dead will be accompanied by a mercun eruption or funeral chanting. If they die as buskers, I don't think their graves will be listed in the state graveyard book. It is sad that life is not considered to be alive, if death is not considered dead.

It did not feel like my trip was almost 45 minutes, the alley I was heading to was in plain sight, now just looking for a house number 17. As I watched, Fariza came out of the house not so far away from me.

"Fariza," I shouted a little loudly.

She turned to me, "Ladri," she said with a faint smile that was the reason I loved her.

"I came like your invitation yesterday" I said, giving her card.

He received the little paper, "What is this?"

"That's a sign that you ever wanted me to come to your house. Now I'm coming."

"Sure you're having trouble, right?"

"Will the one who invites me to come not bring me into his house?

He laughed spoiledly while holding my hand while talking, "Let me introduce you to my father and mother, as well as my sister."

My heart almost didn't go away after hearing him say, "Want to introduce me to his father and mother."

In the history of human civilization, only this time did I feel how it felt when it played a good role. I never knew how to go to a woman's house.

Of course I prepared well, and what I did not forget, reciting the ancient spells that my grandmother had taught me. He said, if I was having a hard time, too happy to feel alien, like this.

Feet had touched the floor of Fariza's house, so I opened my eyes, and imagined all that I could pass.

Fariza called her father and mother, both of whom emerged from the room. I don't understand why there's a couple hiding in this room all day.

"Lo, why come back?"

Fariza played an eye on her father and mother. Those eyes are pointing at me. Her parents looked at me.

"Greetings Mother," I softly captivated their hearts.

"Greetings," he replied a little quietly to me.

Fariza immediately introduced me to her father and mother, "This is Fariza ma'am's friend, Pa. Her name is Ladri."

Mom and Dad turned into the happiest faces.

"Why not sit down!" Reveal her mother to Fariza slightly glanced at me with the corner of her eye.

But not with the man, from the beginning I went into his house, I did not see him like me.

Fariza invited me to sit on a sofa chair not so far away from me.

I sat right next to Fariza and in front of her mother.

Our conversation should be about who I am, where I am, and what I do. But the almost half-life woman played her eyes a few times to me. Not only that, from under the table he touched my toes with his toes. She bit her lips a little and moved like she wanted to fall in love with me.

"So how Pa, Ma can if Fariza has a relationship with Ladri!"

"May," answered his mother full of seductive gazes at me.

His feet never touch my feet. I was just holding back the feeling of what was inside me. Strange as it feels, a woman who has a daughter who may have just fallen in love even seduces her child's partner.

"Oh yeah, where do you live?" The grouse almost beakbaya that to me. The lips he showed me were a little seductive. Goddamnit! I could not love a mother and her child but my chest was urging me to love that woman anyway.

"I have no place to live, last I stayed in the prince's path but misfortune befell me, all my possessions were taken by thieves. I didn't survive anymore so I sold my house and after that I came to Fariza to tell her all about it."

"If you're not here, fine Pa!" She answered, asking for her husband's opinion. It was a pity that her husband was unable to challenge her decision. It is sad if a husband is afraid of his wife.

Then Fariza hugged her mother, not expecting that her father and mother would also allow me to stay in their house.

I'm happy, but I have to be honest with Fariza about my current situation because my dream was never wrong to tell me. Now I just have to wait at what time today the police will take me into a holding cell. I am indeed********, but what a bastard would be if I was accused of killing a Police officer.