On Whose Lips Will These Tears I Drop

Dispart

We got home, he was still a little angry with me. His knot, the effort he made out of nowhere to be happy with me, just vanished.

I was lying in my room upstairs. I was standing on a small terrace with some neatly arranged ornamental flowers on top of the divider. I covered my hands and stared up at the black sky, there was no light so striking, only a few stars who wanted to leave.

my situation is like that, My mind can not be separated from the events on television last afternoon. This news was my first step to breaking. No matter how the mouse hides, the cat will find it.

After thinking long enough about myself, I turned around for a short break. Suddenly Fariza was standing in front of me.

"You haven't slept?" I was still standing in front of him, his eyes staring at me.

Slowly he continued to bring his body closer to my tube until he met.

his face was raised to see me. His eyes glazed over, after which he immediately hugged my body without me knowing what the cause was.

"Why are you lying Lad, why?" Her tears spilled, crying in my chest she kept hitting me, not necessarily where she was pointing.

"You mean?" I didn't let go of my arms, I saw myself in me. Maybe it's time I give that happiness back to the owner.

"You're a liar ! I hate you Ladri, I hate you !" Keep saying it.

"I held her head, and faced her to my eyes, "Look at me Fariza, look ! Did you find anything hidden from my face and eyes. And feel my heartbeat, have you found a lie."

He took a hug from my body, then looked at me cynically, "I think you are different from other men, too bad that my assumption is the most wrong assumption in the world. You're a liar, a liar."

He pulled my hand downstairs, after which he stopped and showed me news of the death of a policeman in the hands of the man whose picture was of me.

"Look, you said you're just an ordinary person who never sinned, but what is this ? This is what Ladri?"

Shit ! I didn't expect it to break this fast.

"Fariza, it's me, but trust me it's not me. I was just tricked, trust me Fariza."

Hearing my and Fariza's talk quite loudly, both of her parents came from inside the room.

"What's Fariza doing, why the fuss ? Fariza did not heed her mother's questions.

Instantly, a surprised voice came out from Fariza's father's mouth. He saw a picture of a thief and a cop killer from the television beside him.

He read and listened to the news until it was over, then looked at me with emotion.

"So my son's been friends with a killer all along." He pushed my body, I did nothing, just bowed without any effort to save myself.

He was upstairs not long after, he came back down with one bag of mine. The bag he threw at me.

"Go from this house, go!" His voice was hard in my ears.

His wife was silent, unable to do anything. Maybe he also regretted having sex with me.

I picked up the bag he threw at me. I stood in front of Fariza.

"Fariza, thank you for making me happy, even if it's only for a moment, but I believe the happiness you give will never be replaced by any woman, including my wife if it is not you. Thanks Fariza. I've told you over and over again that I never committed murder. I was wrong, but my mistake is not what you think. Thank you for the ride, if not for a week, a month, if there were no years, God would have told you that what you saw on television was not me doing it."

I stood up and then went where I didn't know, where I was going.

"Where are you going?" Tanya sappam is Fariza's personal driver.

"Mr saw the television today?" Answer me a little slowly.

"Not yet, why, sir? Did you get on television? Ha, or maybe you're an impromptu artist?" He looks at me gleefully.

"Look at me tomorrow sir!"

I turned around and saw the house back. I looked up, the place where I was standing still staring at the stars.

"During Fariza's stay, may we meet again in the same world for a different story but with the same goal, to love you."

As I was about to turn around to make the journey that would never end, I saw Fariza appear at my berth earlier.

I saw him, he saw me too. Although the raindrops were bigger, I could clearly see her tears flowing and then falling with the rainwater.

I saw him drop something, and then gave me a little code through his hand so I could take it.

He left because his father and mother came and saw me. Still with the same gaze, great hatred and anger. Not long after, they left.

"What

"Who are you talking to? Isn't Miss Fariza in the house?"

I asked for the sappam to open the gate.

"Where are you going? Do I need to take it?"

"No need sir." I went, sappam was just astonished to look at me.

He should be a little observant, understand my current situation. If there is already someone who goes out at night, in addition to the rain, usually go in the queue, but this time without being delivered it is a sign that someone is in trouble. Nor did he understand that I had been cast out by his master.

*****

The city is getting quieter, the kendran that usually passes already parked in their respective bags.

I kept taking my feet out of nowhere, down the trotor who was out of nowhere at last. Only the city lights light my way.

I'm already very tired, and this I think is far enough to get rid of the scent of********* in my body to Fariza and her family.

On the right, I saw an unkempt garden. There is also a building that seems to be unused. I went there and made sure the building was completely empty.

.Indeed there is no one here, if there is, surely the porch lights or room lights will live, at least, the homeowner must take care of this garden.

I picked up a billboard hanging right between the pillars of this house.

I made it a bed and then laid down after tired of looking for my door to go home. There is no door I can knock to say the word, I have come. If I knock on the door of this house, I'll be the first crazy person to know that I went crazy when I was healthy.

I closed my eyes. Before I had a conversation with a dream, I was still fantasizing about the happiness that was now really pressing on my deepest heart.

Fariza, it looks like you've made me love you.