Punk In Love's

Worried

La Plancha Seminyak Bali Hotel.

Chelsea sits on the studio's terrace. It was too early for tourists to start enjoying the beauty of La Plancha. But Chelsea chose to operate immediately, although still too quiet. The salty aroma of the beach, filled his smell. Occasionally his fingers moved to tidy up the strands of hair that were swept away by the sea breeze. His eyes looked at the leaves that swelled along the sand with the wind, away and then back and away again.

Since that night, Chelsea and Peter have not met again. Yesterday even Chelsea asked permission for Ed to resign from his job as a singer. Sickness, the most powerful reason to get approval from the owner of the cafe. Peter has not called Chelsea back since yesterday. That is something Chelsea are grateful for at the moment. Because really, Chelsea is not ready to meet and face again with the man who expressed love to him.

La Plancha conditions are still lengthened, a little profitable for Chelsea. He can linger sitting dazed enjoying the wind and beautiful view of the ocean La Plancha without being disturbed by the custumers who ask to be tattooed by him. Chelsea seemed to take a deep breath, and exhaled it violently. Anyone who saw it, would know that there was something the punky woman was thinking about.

"Darling!"

Abigail's screams shocked Chelsea. Chelsea looked at the source of the sound. Her eyes widened to see her lover walking hastily towards her. A faint smile greeted Abigail, once she had reached her lover who was sitting leisurely on the studio terrace.

"Have you come?" Chelsea still seem to be in disbelief about the figure of Abigail in front of him. He looks awkward.

"As you can see." Abigail was unaware of the awkwardness of Chelsea's face. "You don't want to welcome me? With a kiss or a hug, maybe." Abigail grinned witfully at Chelsea who were still sitting in the chair.

Chelsea ambush. But for a split second he was able to control himself. He stood up, stretched out his arms and hugged Abigail. For a while. As for Abigail, she hugged the long-discerned lover tightly. His heart was pierced by an immeasurable longing. After feeling quite hugged Chelsea tightly. Abigail slightly stretched her arms, her lips quickly landing on Chelsea. Chelsea were a little bit snapped, when they felt his lips were wiped by Abigail. But he allowed Abigail to do what she used to do with Chelsea.

"God. What's wrong with your face, baby?" abigail asked as she let go of her kiss and turned to look at Chelsea's face. His hands tidied up the Chelsea hairdo that blocked his view. "Are you sick? Your face looks a little pale." Abigail put her palm on Chelsea's forehead, feeling her lover's body temperature.

"No. I just don't sleep enough Abigail." Chelsea brushed aside Abigail's soft palms, she tried to smile happily to see her lover in front of her.

"When did you arrive? You didn't tell me." Chelsea snorted, staring back at Abigail.

"I intentionally. Want to surprise you." Abigail pinches Chelsea's delicate cheeks.

"Let's go in." Chelsea pulled Abigail's arm to follow her into the studio. "How's your family there? Are they okay?" chelsea asked as he looked at Abigail beside him.

Abigail embraces the shoulder of friendly Chelsea. His view is straight forward to see the condition of the Chelsea studio that looks neat because it has not yet arrived customers.

"They're fine. Yesterday there was a bit of a problem in the company, regarding the shareholders. And after everything was done, Dad asked me to fill the director's position because he wanted to retire from his position." Abigail recalls everything that happened in America.

Abigail was silent for a moment. Suddenly he remembered something to tell Chelsea. He looked at Chelsea from the side. He hesitated to tell me that.

"Later" said that which he then muttered in his heart.

"That means you're a director now?" Chelsea could not hide her surprise. He smiled proudly at Abigail.

"Yes that's it." said Abigail relaxed, her heart soared at the satisfied smile that was imprinted on the beautiful face of Chelsea.

"Excuse me.."

The voices of some people stopped their steps. Chelsea looked at the studio door first. He turned around as soon as he saw two pairs of foreign tourists standing in the doorway. Abigail followed. Chelsea guess that tourists must be from Asian countries, whether it's china, japan or Korea, Chelsea can not be sure. Only their typical physique makes Chelsea certain that they are Asian.

"Is this tattoo studio open?" ask a narrow-eyed man using English with a slightly strange dialect in Chelsea's ears. Obviously, that person doesn't speak English.

"We want to get a tattoo." a slender woman with a beach cap covering her head chimed in. He stood next to the man who asked first. His English feels better than that guy.

The distance between Chelsea and the prospective customers was only a few meters, Chelsea could see a pair of men and women behind the woman in the beach hat whispering using foreign language to the man beside her. Whether what they were talking about, both Chelsea and Abigail just saw them nod their heads, before finally the four people looked back at Chelsea and Abigail.

Chelsea looked at Abigail for a moment. As if understanding the meaning of Chelsea's view, Abigail nodded with a gentle smile.

"Do your job. I'll wait." Abigail half-whispered.

Without replying to Abigail's remarks, Chelsea stared at the four foreign tourists. He smiled amiably, and that smile rubbed off on the four people before him. They smiled to see Chelsea smile.

"Let's enter. I'll get you a beautiful tattoo" he said, allowing the four men to enter.

***

"Since this is how love, the pain is endless" he said.

Tom looked at the nearly full container of beans. He took a handful of them and then he ate them one by one.

"Are you going to keep acting stupid like this Peter?!" tom asked while chewing on the nuts.

Peter seemed unconcerned by Tom's question. But he kept his head turned to look at Tom who was standing across the pantry table.

"Don't bother me. I'm busy." said Peter expressionlessly. His hands and lips returned to those skin nuts. Peeling it and counting it.

Tom was upset to see the stupidity of his best friend. His brain is back active.

"136 138 132 165.." Tom messed up Peter's pea skin count.

"Oh my God. Fuck you!! How much was this?!" Peter realized from his mistake counting because Tom messed up the count. He looked riled up staring in annoyance at Tom who looked grinning.

"You're like crazy Pet" Tom said.

"In this way, I am not crazy. You know, since yesterday Chelsea just kept bothering me. I'm tired of thinking about it." - Peter.

Tom chuckled amusedly at the unusual hearing from his best friend. Peter, Tom and Ed have been best friends since they attended Stanford University in California. One of the ten best universities in the United States. They both studied business there. The length of their friendship, making the three memorize well the characters of each. Tom knows Peter as a playboy guy who likes to date many women. In one month, even Peter can change partners several times. Peter will not take a headache, in women who are angry because of his behavior that is assessed by most women who have been his lover. Tom even recalled how Peter was relaxed when a woman he decided to unilaterally roared in tears in front of his apartment. There was no guilt or remorse from the look in Peter's eyes.

Never once did Tom see Peter was upset, worried or even scared in the face of women. So Peter's current attitude is really new to Tom. Especially when Tom saw the look on Peter's face that was very anxious to think of a woman he even knew in the past few days.

"Stop mocking me or you want to feel this bowl of beans stoned." Peter was furious to see Tom just kept chuckling amusedly at him.

"Ok's ok. Sory Pet." said Tom on the sidelines. " But really, this is something I just saw from you. You look so agitated just thinking about a woman?!" Tom chuckled again. Peter was anxious to see him, until he pelted Tom with a pea he was peeling.

"You're a centipede demon!" as Peter said.

"Au au.." Tom is in pain getting a bean throw from Peter. "Stop Pet! Au fucking you!" Tom cursed back while taking the peeling beans. Replace, now Tom is throwing Peter.

"Get out you Jin Ifrit!" Tom pelted Peter like a pastor pouring holy water on his congregation.

"Aw.. Fucking sick!" peter cursed when one bean quickly shot into his forehead.

Tom whipped while pelting Peter with beans. In his conversation occasionally heard the words 'amin' and 'amitaba'.

"What are you doing, asshole!" Peter blocked the pea toss by covering his face using both palms that he stretched wide.

"Silent. I'm cleaning up your filthy soul, you idiot!" Tom continued to whine while chuckling amusedly occasionally.

"Damn you ape man!" as Peter said, he walked to snatch the bean container from Tom. But Tom moved backwards away from Peter while continuing to throw beans on Peter's body.

"You're acting like a madman because of a woman, because there's a lot of Jin in your body." Tom grinned at the annoyance of his best friend.

"Damn you! The genie in your body is more of a jerk!" Peter starts running after Tom who runs first.

"Aadrkkhh.. I'm being chased by a stealth lizard, a tolooong." cried Tom as he galloped towards the pool area and threw himself into it. Peter who saw that, immediately threw himself into the pool. Once their heads reached the surface, without a word the two laughed together. Tom laughed at Peter's madness. And Peter laughed at the restlessness of his heart.

***