The Mist In Arumi's Heart

Two Cups

Gently, Arumi felt Moedya's warm touch on the surface of her lips. A touch that instantly, made all the power in the girl shed and not a single bit left.

Limp, Arumi seemed powerless again. Moedya even had to hold Arumi's body firmly and keep the girl in her arms. Arumi then held onto the two tattooed sturdy arms of the man very tightly.

"Are you okay, Arum?" Moedya whispered as she continued to embrace Arumi's small waist. His gaze was also not diverted from the beautiful face of the girl with dimples.

Arumi did not answer. He just looked at Moedya with a glare. For some reason, he suddenly became such a mess. Especially when Moedya again gently stroked her face.

Arumi is so helpless. Unpersecuted, Moedya re-wetted her long-dry lips and was not touched by anyone's lips. The touch of the man's lips, Arumi felt like a rain that fell in the hot and arid desert. It felt so fresh and filled with a sensation that cooled his heart.

Arumi's words about Moedya that did not change turned out to be wrong. The man now has a difference that Arumi only knew when Moedya was kissing him.

What has changed about a Moedya? I don't know, Arumi was confused. However, he believes that the current Moedya feels much more mature and of course much more magical.

Seconds keep turning. Arumi was still comfortable in the warm embrace of Moedya. He was so enjoying every single thing that the tattooed man gave him.

For a moment Moedya let go of her kiss. The beautiful face of Arumi. He touched the lips with the orange lipstick with the tip of his thumb. While Arumi was still silent. He is unable to say anything. It felt like a dream to him.

He stared at the face of the man with his eccentric appearance. Slowly Arumi ventured to touch that face. He traced every part of Muedya's masculine face with his lentic fingers, and felt every yearning for the owner of the face.

The blood inside Arumi's body was rustling very quickly. Likewise with the beating of his heart that continues to beat very fast.

Three years apart, it did not make the vibrations in Arumi so disappear. He still felt the strange sensation, just like when he was still in a relationship with Moedya.

"I really miss these times, Moedya," finally Arumi was able to let out her voice even though it was slow and a bit raucous.

"I deeply regret everything that happened to our relationship. I know that I used to be very careless" Arumi said again.

Outside the rain was still falling though not as hard as before. While in the workshop, Moedya and Arumi were still engrossed in giving up longing. Until in the end, the warm and sweet scene had to be interrupted by a phone ring that kept ringing since.

"Arum! Arum!" Moedya waved her hand in front of Arumi's face making the girl wake up from her long daydream. Arumi seemed to be overwhelmed by it. It also became a mistake.

"You daydreaming?" Ask Moedya. "Your phone has been ringing ever since" said the man again. He just got back from the toilet. He felt astonished when he saw Arumi sitting pensively and seemed to be thinking about something, to the point of not realizing that his phone had rang a few times.

Arumi did not answer. He felt ashamed and did not understand, why should he imagine such a thing. He now looked only at Moedya while poking at his own lips. After that, Arumi then checked her phone.

Seeing the name of the contact who called her, Arumi seemed reluctant to answer the call. He glanced back at Moedya for a moment and put his phone back on the table, next to his teacup.

"Moedy! Moedy!" There was the voice of a woman who felt familiar to Arumi's ears. He knew who the owner of the voice was. Arumi also seemed uncomfortable.

"There's a guest for you" Arumi said slowly, turning her face to the side. There was a speck of taste that was difficult for him to express back then and it was better that he kept it to himself.

"Did he come here often?" Search Arumi with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"Sometimes," answered Moedya quietly. As much as possible he avoided discussing it with Arumi. Moedya still felt a little uneasy towards the girl, although she kept trying to keep a calm look.

"I'd better go home" said Arumi as she moved from her seat. He grabbed the bag and also tidied up his clothes. While from the bottom there was a sound of the footsteps of someone who was climbing the stairs.

In the end, Diana's face appeared there. The girl was very surprised to see the existence of Arumi in the workshop owned by Moedya. The look on the face of the girl with the mini dress, showing a sense that does not like to see Arumi there.

Arumi tries to look ordinary. He then glanced at Muedya who also still looked calm and did not feel burdened at all. He looked even more relaxed than he had been before Diana appeared in the room.

"Arum? You ... here?" Diana greeted her old friend. His tone sounded rather cynical. After that, he looked at Moedya. "I think you're not having any guests" the girl told Moedya. There was a sense of disappointment in his tone that he showed for the long-haired man.

"I'm going home now. I just happened to pass by while waiting for the rain to subside" said Arumi. He then glanced at his ex-lover. "Thank you for the tea. Excuse me first."

With a calm step, Arumi passed in front of Moedya and Diana. He did not want to look at them both.

"You're going home now, Arum?" There was Moedya's voice that had managed to hold back Arumi's small steps.

Arumi looked over then nodded slowly.

"Be careful!" Moedya's Message.

Arumi looked at the tattooed man for a moment. A small smile on her joyful orange lips. The smile that had managed to make the blood inside Moedya's body, rippled much faster. He misses that smile so much to decorate his days again.

Moedya was only able to swallow her own saliva when she realized that Arumi had actually left from before her.

"What is Arumi doing here?" Search Diana.

Moedya did not answer. He also felt he did not have to give an explanation to Diana. Moedya was only stunned as she stared at the two cups that were on the table. He shouldn't have let Arumi just walk away. He realized that Arumi must have come to see him for a reason.

The rain had completely subsided and left small puddles in some parts of the road passed by Arumi.

His heart now felt more empty. He lost hope of making things right. Maybe it'll all really end.

Could nothing change? Three years passed by. So what will happen this year? Will there be anything different?

Arumi kept his feet. The flat shoes he wore became somewhat wet because he accidentally stepped on a puddle of rain. That is the result if walking while daydreaming, he so not too concentrated with his steps. Arumi also now became increasingly disoriented, when suddenly there was someone calling him from behind.