Punk In Love's

Re-meeting

Peter and Tom step into Ed's cafe while chuckling at what they did earlier at Villa. After being satisfied with swimming and making the villa messy with nuts and skin scattered everywhere, they agreed to go to Ed's cafe. Upon arrival inside the cafe, Peter's chest thumped as Chelsea's melodious voice rang out as he passed the cafe's doorstep. Longing broke into his chest without being able to prevent it anymore.

There. Mini stage with a single-point focused light beam. The gootic-style woman who made Peter nervous since a few days ago seemed cool singing a pop rock song with full of fantasy. His hazel eyeballs were closed permeating the verse by verse lyrics of the song being sung. Peter's gaze was sidetracked for a moment as Tom nudged his arm and gestured with his eyes looking at someone they knew sitting with Ed. They were just as happy to watch Chelsea's performance at that time.

"Come on." take Tom to Peter who is still glued.

They walked past several round tables that began to be full occupied by cafe visitors. The noise of the chatter of visitors collided with each other in the air, a little noisy but did not eliminate the sound of Chelsea's louder was heard.

"Ops! Sorry." which." Peter immediately apologized to one of the visitors who had clashed with him. His eyes were too focused on Chelsea, until he was unaware he had nudged a customer who was carrying a drink.

There was a swearing from the mouth of the visitor who was nudged, but Peter did not care. He continued in his footsteps disregarding the cynical gaze of the visitor.

"Hi." Tom patted Abigail's shoulder that was behind him. The tomboyish woman turned her head and smiled happily at the presence of her two new friends.

"Tom. Peter." said Abigail kindly.

"Sit down." Ed, who was sitting next to Abigail, invited his two best friends to sit together.

Peter looked silent for a moment glancing at the smiling Abigail looking at Chelsea on stage. Guilt overwhelmed him.

"When did you arrive? I heard you're coming home to America." Peter ventured to open the conversation. Tom seemed to raise his hand at one cafe waiter.

"So morning. I went straight to Chelsea in La Plancha." Abigail caught a glimpse of Peter before how long her eyes looked back at Chelsea.

Chelsea on stage there, looking a little surprised when he looked at Abigail, the corner of his eyes saw the figure of Peter who smiled warmly looking at him. But Chelsea could master his surprise well, he put his best smile on the people he knew at the table. His eyes looked alternately at Abigail, Ed, Tom and ended at Peter's brown eyeball without stopping his singing.

His chest was pounding for reasons he did not know for sure. That guy's right there. He looked at her with an unpredictable look.

What should Chelsea do?

This was the day that he finally came face to face with Peter, after the revelation of the feelings the man had made towards him. Chelsea recalled that Peter said he would ask back his feelings for the man's expression of love.

The restlessness present in the heart also mind Chelsea. The anxiety was present not only because he had to be ready with a definite answer for Peter, but more than that Chelsea was restless because there her lover was.

How'this? Peter wouldn't be so stupid as to ask Abigail for her response, would he?!

The anxiety rises suddenly. Being present in Chelsea's heart, trapping her with a feeling of choking.

Chelsea continued to sing, while at the table there seemed to be talks between Abigail, Ed, Tom and Peter. Really, for now Chelsea feels like to continue to linger singing on stage. To make Peter bored, then step away leaving him. But damn, until the last song that Chelsea sang, Peter still looks at home sitting there. Every now and then the two's eyes met, and a smile was present filling the blankets of words between them. Peter is clearly waiting for Chelsea to immediately approach the place to sit with his lesbian lover. He impatiently wanted to look at the beautiful face of the woman from a short distance away. Although he had to do it stealthily from Abigail.

On the stage, Chelsea still continue to sing. Sometimes he invites visitors to sing along with him. He wants to keep singing. Forget for a moment the anxiety and foreign taste that began to settle in the recesses of his heart. His eyes glanced at the man.

"Lord, what should I do?" for the umpteenth time Chelsea are worried.

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Abigail smiled before answering Tom's question. His eyes looked softly at Chelsea who had sat sweetly in front of him, flanked by Peter and Tom. Chelsea returned Abigail's awkward smile, her heart agitated as she sat next to Peter who looked to be glancing at her. The man took the snack on the table and ate it. His gaze was on Tom, but the corner of his eye stole a glance at Chelsea.

"Yes. I will hold a photo exhibition in Nusa Dua. You guys come." Abigail invited the men to her exhibition.

"definitely. I'll definitely come." Tom looked excited. Ed who had been watching his best friend, smiled amusedly at them. Chelsea looked awkward between Peter and Abigail, Tom was seen trying to get close to Abigail by constantly asking about anything. Peter kept glancing at Chelsea, he seemed to try to be relaxed because there was Abigail in front of him. Finally, Abigail. The bright look on his face looked softly at Chelsea, not the slightest suspicion of the attitude of Tom, Peter or Chelsea who in Ed's view was clearly hiding something.

"You're back, Abigail?" lastri's question that just joined the table, made all eyes on her.

"Where have you been, baby." Ed stood up to provide a chair for his wife. Lastri kissed Ed's lips briefly before he occupied the chair that her husband had provided.

"There's a bit of a problem inside" he lamented staring at the cafe's employee room. "So how, what are you talking about?" His eyes looked back at all the eyes sitting nearby.

"Abigail invited us to his exhibition." Peter explained.

"When that? and where?" lastri asked enthusiastically looking at Abigail.

"Late this month. In Nusa Dua." Abigail's smoking her cigarette back. He looked away from Lastri to throw away his cigarette smoke.

They continued to talk casually, regardless of the sky Jimbaran has changed color to gray mixed with reddish orange. Creating a beautiful and magnificent color spectrum.

Chelsea who had been trying to calm down, now actually choked by the drink he gulped. It is not because the taste of the drink is not good, nor because the drink is hot. Chelsea choked on him because he felt something was running down his leg. Squeezing a little pressing long jeans that Chelsea wear.

"What's the matter, baby?" the look on Abigail's face looked anxious to see Chelsea's face reddish due to choking on his drink.

"It's okay, I'm just choking normally." Chelsea tried to calm the anxiety of her lover. The corner of his eyes glanced sharply at Peter who was sitting leisurely while playing a straw in his drinking glass.

"What the fuck is he!? that's so annoying!" Chelsea sat in her head when she saw a grin appearing on the corner of Peter's lips.

Peter's feet kept on acting. He was constantly moving across Chelsea's legs. The leg that he had taken off the base was stroking on the calf of Chelsea. Chelsea took a deep breath, trying to relax so that no one would know Peter's pranks under the table. Every now and then Chelsea's legs try to dodge, by crossing it on the other leg. It was quite successful, but in just a few seconds Peter's foot found Chelsea's foot. And back to doing something similar.

Chelsea were upset, but he had to endure his frustration because there was Abigail there. He could not possibly scold Peter for his pranks while his position was now surrounded by many pairs of eyes.

It's raining all of a sudden out there. Plentifully. Cold weather and the smell of rain poured through the open window of the cafe. Chelsea are still busy avoiding Peter's pranks under the table. He was so desperate to finally let the man do what he wanted.

Abigail appears to be drifting in a serious conversation with Tom about photography. Tom asked a lot about*****photographic art whimper, as if he was going to become a photographer by learning flash photography techniques through the camera on Abigail. Ed and Lastri were seen taking part in the conversation. They didn't notice Peter and Chelsea were cool in their own world.

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