Short Story (Cerpen)

Love Theatre

Category: Romantic Love Short stories

Title: The Theatre of Love

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The key to surviving is to wave and let the air resolve it, bringing it to reality and the melodious hum of trouble that is stretching high. Loving means willing to sacrifice, even for the thing that is not eternal that. barefoot, Tare absorbs the cold of old wood, but his neck feels hot to get into the scope of his head. It screamed 'Please of your hand from me!' Rome did not stop to make the girl understand that misunderstanding was between them, 'do not stop now, ' Rome whispered right at the nape of her neck allowing Tare to keep dancing with her.

They danced between the classical tones and the screams of the old female singers, which was what the audience was waiting for, they wanted something more than two background players who didn't stop moving and were overwhelmed by the atmosphere between the two. Tare and Rome, that is what many hungry eyes see will lose love and the talk of tragic drama. 'I leave that woman, ' whispered Rome and Tare goosebumps, it was getting worse that he was upset about the man, but his body stepped together, treading on the signs of coercion. 'you fool? Let him, 'that's all Tare can fill with a shy face, he wants to get the job done right.

Rome could not speak, for they were being shown, their lips bearing witness to a thousand eyes, and it made her faint. He stared at the beautiful face of Tare who inserted deep sorrow, this is indeed his fault, Tare is not at all worthy to be played like other women who often with him 'Tare.' call Rome softly, he twisted Tare's waist and helped the girl stretch her legs wide parallel to the stage wood. Then he pulled the girl to his feet and they came face to face, 'I love you, always have,' Rome's breath pierced Tare's face, Tare closed his eyes powerless. 'you left me, Rome,' said Tare later. The music played fast and at that moment they realized to dance with fast movements as the melody carried them.

'don't listen to them, I've changed, I'm not the one I used to be, ' said Rome quickly, Tare threw away his annoyed face, excuses!

'look at me Tare, look at me!' rome whispered and ignored by Tare, he was too weak to think, he could not make any more calculations, would their relationship end here?

'I want to break up, ' whispered Tare at last, and Rome was glued to her, no no, no break up, they should not break up just because the lady jal*ng was looking at Rome who was still motionless, making the audience frown they did not understand, until Tare pulled Rome's hand and put it behind her body, to dance again.

'after what we did?' Rome asked right in Tare's ear, Tare felt her blood rustling, Rome always knew her sensitive spot. Tare turned stiff, Rome's hand down to his waist.

'Then? Isn't this what you've been waiting for?' Ask Tare.

'I'm sorry Tare, I didn't mean to hurt you, ' said Rome making Tare grunt in annoyance, the melody of the music was humbling, they were circling on stage. Tare had to put her head on Rome's chest to reduce the dizziness on her head.

'I am no longer yours Rome,' Tare said, 'These words from the bottom of my heart's prison, He will contact you one day?'

'I don't care, I won't leave you, I need you, I'm sorry, ' said Rome. Tare immediately pushed Rome's chest hard, Rome almost lost her balance, the audience squealed in shock, but the old female singer was able to calm them down.

'Take your body from me!' tare's scream is powerless, again. Rome dragged her steps to remain professional, approached Tare and twisted the girl's body until Rome could feel Tare's back trembling, the girl crying. The old female singer, shrieking monotonous tones so that Rome jerked her steps carrying Tare as where the melody took them.

'You remember?, ' whispered Rome, 'your hot breath, your gentle touch, is still the same as the first meet, ' he continued, Tare shook his head slowly.

'I want you more than anything, more than that woman. I won't let you go even if you scream at me, ' said Rome sternly, her gaze sharpened, her aura turned cold, Tare faced the long-drowning bear. Rome pulled Tare's arm closer, 'I never, never, never

Wanting to fall in love with anyone but you, and Tare smelling the body scent of Rome's breath is getting closer.

'You make me sad. You make me strong. You make me sick of you. You make me long for you. You keep me alive. You make me die.. I cry for you, ' Tare said, her voice dancing on stage.

'I want to break the chains you put around me, ' said Tare at last, they danced, kept dancing, the audience gaped at the uninterrupted movement that continued to flow, continued to flow, beautiful, quiet, silent, it's gruesome…

'Before the day I met you, Life was so not good, But your love is the key to my peace of mind, Because you make me feel love, ' said Rome quickly. 'Sometimes I forget, that the rose will not bloom a second time, I'm sorry, I'm off with him, he satan,' continued Rome, this time Tare can not be separated, Rome hugged him strong, Rome hugged him strong, guiding his steps closely, Rome did not allow him to move freely in the slightest without his guidance.

'Let me go. Relieve me, ' said Tare.

'No Tare, you belong to me, forever.' said Rome.

'Go, go after him, disconnect me, ' said Tare.

'No.., we cannot escape, we cannot separate, because it is our joy that will fill the earth And will last until the end of our love time, and keep going until the end of time,' Rome said. Tare was weak, he was worried, he wanted Rome, on the other hand Rome had betrayed him.

'You love the woman, ' said Tare in the end, in their swift movements in the breath of those who hunt.

'No, I don't love him, how should I prove it, Tare, say, ' Rome almost lost her control on Tare. Tare shakes.

'Do Rome, it's not enough! Not enough!' whispered Tare, Rome swallowed her petrified saliva.

'Pull my dagger! Puncture me!' rome said, Tare shook his head. 'you will find me as you wish, ' he said later. Tare took a deep breath, her head was stumbling. 'I love you, Tare, ' said Rome softly, they looked back, their pace slowing down, slowing down and slowing down to tell the final roar of the old female singer.

'I love you too, Rome, ' Kate Tare in the end, smiling wryly at their plight. The music stopped, they still hugged each other tightly, getting tighter and tighter. Seeing Tare's close face, which was yellow from being hit by the spotlight, Rome kissed Tare's possessive lips. The audience stood up and gave a clap, a long, roaring clap, which actually never understood how the end of the theater of love was.