Pamite

77. Caper Ends Baper

Rifki was surprised to see Dara's status with her feet swollen and shiny because of the oil. Without a second thought, he let go of his ego to see firsthand the state of the girl.

Snatching a jacket and riding a motorcycle at a carefree pace is the only road at the moment. Had crossed his mind later surely he would be omeled by Dara because it disappeared suddenly and appeared suddenly. He has strengthened enough to bark for it.

'Ah let it go. If he nagged later, just plug the ears and quietly listen. Don't talk much, let alone reproach.'

Rifki got off his big bike and took off the helmet before stepping towards Dara who was standing on the terrace. They looked at each other for a moment before a shout made them misbehave.

"Ra, has the clothes been lifted yet? All in the iron, let's not get angry at your work."

"Mother fuck, anyway. It could be throwing dirt in the face of the child himself," muttered Dara so softly. He was worried that Rifki heard his mother's babble.

However, it seems that the man did not hear anything, in fact he was still silently looking at Dara as if he missed what he was holding while he was pouring through the gaze.

Dara walked in limp to lift the clothesline next to the house. Until a voice he longed for echoed into the ear.

"Let me go in there!" said Rifki walking to the side of the house.

Dara clenched her mouth, although Rifki spoke with a slight slack. The man has not changed. Dara's heart turned into a flower garden instantly.

"This is a child, told to pick up the clothes and even menggejogrok here, why do you also destroy the smile so?" Ms. Lin did not understand that Rifki was standing not far from him carrying a few stacks of clothes.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am."

"Waalaikumsalam, lah, Nak Rifki since when is here?" asked Bu Lin circulating his gaze down. He flinched as soon as his hands carried clothes. He quickly and hesitantly grabbed the clothes.

"Astaghfirullah, son, why did you lift your clothes? I'm sorry if you're being rude, yeah." His gaze turned to Dara who was putting on an ordinary face. The woman threw a deathly gaze at her own son.

"Come in, kid. You haven't been here in a long time, where have you been?" Ms. Lin took Rifki's hand to invite her in.

"Not going anywhere, Mom. There is much more work."

"Yes, you sit down, I'll make you a drink."

Rifki nodded obediently. Not seeing Dara in the house made him turn his head towards the terrace. He saw Dara who was like adjusting his breath and holding his chest up. It made Rifki put on a confused face.

"Why are you still there? No intention to welcome any guests?" ketus Rifleys.

"Yes yes," Dara's murmur walked in limping in pain.

They both sat side by side on the same sofa. It's exactly like the bride sitting in the lap. The difference is, the thought is still in the shadow of Rifki alone.

"This is the drink, Nak Rifki, sorry I can't go, there's still work. I'm staying behind, yeah."

"Yes, Mom is okay."

"That's why her leg is swollen?" ask Rifki gently. Very different from the one before, sometimes Dara feels Rifki is a man who has a dual personality because it can change the mood easily and quickly.

Dara did not answer. Really he wants to disappear from the face of Rifki at this time. He was eager to smile broadly by showing off his white teeth at the simple question that Rifki was asking.

"Become, the questioner answered," Pinta Rifki still in her gentle tone.

"Yes, fell off the bike. But it's okay to give oil massage earlier."

"Everything if it's slow, fortunately only the feet are swollen. Let's see here!" Rifki bent over to take Dara's leg. However, the girl quickly put away her legs.

"It's okay, brother. It was treated, same mom. Don't worry."

"Don't worry about you saying?" Rifki squealed in disbelief. "You realize what if I love you, love you, how the story of the people we love why do not we continue to worry? Athaghfirullah, Dara." Rifki rubbed her face rough.

"Kok you get angry?" ketus Dara's.

Rifki exhaled many times. Trying to resist the frustration that is struggling to be released.

"Not angry, Dara. How could I be angry with you. Here's the leg, I want to see."

"Don't you see, was it in the photo? In part why be so pretentious to care," murmured Dara at the end of the sentence. However, Dara's words were still clearly heard in Rifki's ears.

"I don't care about you all this time, hm? Give me an example at what time I don't care about you. One day," Pinta Rifki changed her sitting position to face Dara.

Dara suddenly misbehaved when Rifki changed his sitting position. With a heartbeat that he had not felt for a long time, he thought to answer Rifki's question. Thinking and thinking, but the longer he thought the more he couldn't find an answer.

"Cock still ask? Before this you will disappear without news, what is the form of a concern? Where is there such love and such love?" sukul Dara confidently managed to find a poignant answer for the old virgin man.

Rifki chuckled, "And you said, if our closeness is not necessarily lead us to marriage, right? Don't forget that you told me once, that you didn't necessarily accept my proposal. After that I tried to find another woman who could accept me as her husband. But I can't, I can't find what I'm looking for. Because everything I'm looking for is only in you."

Dara looks sorry and feels guilty for saying that. It was seen from the gesture of his body that lowered his head with a hand that was still twisting the tip of his veil.

"Here look at me!" Rifki directs Dara's head to face her.

In the next second they looked at each other under the tremors of a heart that was cheering as if it wanted to get out of place.

"If you want to see me honestly, you see my eyes. You can get honesty from there. You will also see my love which I radiate from the eye-pleasers. You are a girl, your feelings are sensitive. I can feel it and see it." Rifki said that with full gentleness. As soft as Dara's cheek which he was currently elus with his thumb.

Dara was really staring fixedly at the eyes of the man in front of her. He was looking for what Rifki said. And it turns out to be true, Dara found a lot of love and sincerity there.

"Ra, Mother ma... Sorry-sorry. Don't know anymore..." Jaka covered from the guest house and walked back by stroking his nape.