The Girl At The Club That Night

Enjoy the Beach

FOLLOW, RIGHT? DON'T FORGET LIKE!!!

A few hours were in front of a large wooden chunk, producing only an irregular sculptural shape. Almost all day, until I forget that Caca hasn't been out of the room since morning. I don't know, maybe the girl felt uncomfortable being here.

For myself it might not matter, but girls like Caca seem hard to join a new environment.

"Lakshmi."

The girl looked at him for a moment. "What's up, Bli?"

"Sorry, did you see Caca out of the room?"

"Oh, Caca? He didn't want to go out of the room, he said he wasn't used to it. But Laksmi gave me lunch porridge."

I breathe a sigh of relief. "Thank you, you've taken care of Caca."

"No problem, Caca's sister Bli Alvin, means Laksmi's sister too."

He smiled and went over to finish a few glasses of coffee. Surprisingly, I felt something uncomfortable from the little sister's word. Did Laksmi put her heart on me? Ah, it feels impossible. That girl is so beautiful and charming. Where would he want with a man who messes like me, of course Wa Made will give the best soul mate to him.

I just smile. Too amused if you imagine Laksmi there is a heart. It doesn't feel possible.

Kangen! That's what I felt for Caca. We were separated by only a few walls.

He was still lying down, blankly staring at the iron-treeled window. I clasped his hand, still unable to see the usual cheerfulness he showed.

"Abang immediately find a house for us after the one in Jakarta sells. You'll be patient for a minute."

There's no answer. Even the look of that face grew more moody.

"Besok Brother take you for a walk to the beach huh? How's it?"

Caca lifted his face. The two eyes were twinkling, emitting a light that these few days had dimmed with sadness.

"Take a shophouse for us to rent."

Caca nodded.

"Now you're mingling yes, we join the others there."

I really hope Caca is comfortable. Wherever it is, come with me. However, I don't know what made him moody in the room these few days.

"Bang ...."

"Hem?"

"Did you like Laksmi?"

"Like. Why?"

His face returned and turned away.

"Abang likes Laksmi, because we were friends from the first time. You got a problem?"

He shook his head, letting go of that grip.

"Don't understand what's in your heart. But Brother will never leave you, just like Juna who loves you."

I don't know if I feel big or this sensitivity is real. I saw a poignant look emanating along with her way of biting her lower lip and gripping the blanket over her lap. Caca, please tell me that you like Brother, say, Caca. Brother won't forget that.

Caca, do you know? Seeing you like this, Brother is sad, but there is a sense of part because Brother's closeness with Laksmi can make you jealous. Yes, may this melancholy be a form of jealousy that you cannot express.

"Sister Brother don't be moody." I look at his nose. "Join the others yuk."

The touch turned out to make Caca a little smile, although not how much.

...

As I promised. Finally Sunday morning we drove to the nearest beach from Ubud.

Lembeng Beach. Yes, this beach is still virgin because the level of tourist arrivals is not so crowded like other beaches in Bali. The distance from Ubud takes only 40 minutes by car.

Caca set his bare feet on the black sand, touched by the waves that then broke to his feet. The girl spread her hands, waving beautifully.

It feels like we're just having a honeymoon. Maybe it would be like this if we both got married and held a honeymoon here.

I immediately pulled the body that was almost hit by the beach volleyball tourists. Some scantily dressed bule then apologized in their language, while picking up the ball that had fallen on Anastasya's side.

Still hugging tightly, Caca's ears were right on my chest. He turned his head, then confirmed the dress he used, actually not too tangled anyway.

"Emh, sorry, Caca."

"It's getting late, you haven't had breakfast either. We'll eat yu." I pulled the girl over to a nature-themed cafe.  However, he shook his head.

"Why?" ask me.

"I don't want you to waste money eating there. Let's go eat the roadside."

"Oh, ada. But not on this beach. You want us to go for a walk?"

Face radiant. Caca nodded while not being separated from the beautiful smile emanated. His hand was not even a little off even though we had gotten into the vehicle.

Ah, it really does feel like a honeymoon. Even I can feel the comfort of Caca leaning on the shoulder, like a newlywed.

Along the way only about 18 minutes from where we originally came from, there have been some roadside stalls that are certainly neat and clean.

We arrived in Sanur. Caca hunts down immediately before I open the door myself. His eyes lead to the typical Balinese lumpia seller who is in front.

"Want to?"

He nodded.

Not waiting for a long time, I immediately ordered two servings of spring rolls that do not forget accompanied by satay lilit that may have never been Caca cobain.

"Bli, the other one don't wear spicy yes, my wife just finished surgery," I whispered to the merchant.

The seller's eyes momentarily glanced at Caca who was running small stepping on his bare feet. Then he smiled at me and nodded.

Anastacia. Do you know what? That those hopes are getting stronger every day? Never the slightest bit bersersit if you only consider you a foster sister as spoken. Brother admit, this self is indeed a hypocrite of expression. Using others just wants to know how big your heart is.

Wh why? Why do you have to speak another word with your heart? Even though you are sure if our minds are the same, you are sure what we want is not much different. Love your brother, long as your heart is able to long.

The tears, the rubble on your face is always clearly engraved while Abang with other women. Laksmi, he's just a tool for your hypocrisy. Why do you have to be that too? Why not be honest?

I always love you, always, forever and ever.

"Here, Bli!" exclaim that seller who knows how many times has called.

"Oh, yes. Here's the money, take the change."

I went to approach Caca who was sitting playing sand that occasionally swept waves to the tip of his feet. Adorable, he grinned at me, even as if he wanted to soften by sticking out his tongue.

"What the hell? It's naughty."

He was a little bit sulky when I put my lips on him.

"Haha, eat first. You must be hungry, right?"

"Did you?"

"Hem?"

"Will you ever take a girl to the beach? Besides me." His mouth greedily ate the dish to a pulp.

"Ck, you're this. Eat it up to this mess."

I was drugged by the atmosphere where this hand cleaned up that beautiful area. Pink, even without any polish, it is still beautiful.

Caca, can you enjoy it? Just want to feel how this closeness is not just a tantalizing lure. Although not directly these lips are able to touch it freely. However, just for a moment, you hope you do not forbid this hand to play softly on your lips. Just moment. One day, someone else may be the full owner.

Anastasya, you know you enjoy it too. Clearly visible in the dim way your eyes slowly closed. I really want to feel even crazier, even the craziest if I can. But ....

"Abang! If my lips are covered how can I eat?"

****! Spraying is also the end?

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