THUNDERBOLTS

chapter 1 anniversary gift

ROSE. Aster. chrysanthemum.anggrek.the man shook his head.bank.his lover is only interested in the buunga bank.not because of crazy property, but simply do not like plants.go skiing to swiss.brown swiss watch. the man shook his head again. knife. his lover thought the swiss knife was one of the findings of the greatest genius as human civilization and he already had at least twelve. there is no point in adding another one. like throwing salt into the sea.did anyone throw sugar into green tea."add the ocha again, mak dimas?"

there were thousands of options for lunch in Jakarta, but he always chose to eat sushi there, almost four times a week, and the waiter was known for five years, but still call him "sir". whenever without a deterrent dimas remind, call "mas", do not "sir.

"heru, if you've dated a twelve-year-old, you still want to give me what gift?" dimas asked.

the waiter named heru looked at the ceiling, trying to run away from the strange question "twelve years sir,?"

"and jangn call me 'sir'."

"i've never dated for that long, sorry"

"just think about it."

heru frowned.This question was too strange at 12 pm. "mmm. klau already twelve know, should all have been given ya."

"so, what else does it take to love?"

heru cawed at the lightning. lazily discussed.

"ocha one more pot."

"well, sir."

dimas looked at heru pass by while thinking, maybe it was time he gave up. stopped correcting.but he was not willing to give up on this one. There should be something to offer, or do, though

he knew Reuben as well as himself, and himself

don't need anything. Only love.

Twelve years is not a short time. Not for

couple gay. It would be easier for them if they had

gold ring binding mark, which doubles as

sticker "Right Dog Watch!" because if there is nothing with the bond of both then the family, the country, even

maybe God is ready to make a tantrum. However, their living windows were plain without stickers. Maybe just love. And,

Love does not need characters.

Dimas grabs the cell phone. Just one button to connect it to Reuben. Just one tone call, please,

the phone was lifted

yep!"

"Hello, Reuben-but, right, I told you, if you want to wear a pen

qualitative approach, you can not analyze it by

this way, dong!"

"Reuben-"

"Dissolve this research! Why am I so hard!"

"Ben!"

"Yes?"

"Who are you talking to, anyway?"

“Please take this home! Dispose of faculty

another!"

"Yes, I did, deh. Later I call lag—”

Clik. Or, more precisely “tut”. Disconnected. Dimas

hela

breaths. Slowly put down his phone and grabbed the pot

ocha instead. His girlfriend needs nothing. Only

a little soul therapy. Maybe it's time he gave up.

Skipping another anniversary without an eye-flag.

With a violent step, Reuben entered the courtyard of the house of Dimas in the silent number of Menteng. Her breath

huffled. The door he knew was unlocked was immediately broken in.

“Am and late? Am I late?" exclaim Reuben in panic.

Dimas greeted her in a t-shirt and basketball pants. A glass of hot milk on the right hand. White face

“He said, you made dinner.” Reuben bothered

his big buh on the sofa while holding his chest, trying to calm his heart that was about to erupt. Sweat thread

popping up on his forehead, some hung on his brow

thickest. “Crazy, I have to exercise, nih.”

“And, defrag your brains," Dimas Dimas said ketus,

"tomorrow's dinner."

Reuben. So is Dimas. Long both of them were silent, waiting for the breathing to subside. There's a wave

the storm they felt. And, until Reuben's breath

back to calm, the wave did not shrink.

Slowly, Dimas stood up. Without noise.

Reuben closed his eyes, frustrated. Why is it always

forgot it? Why can't you ever remember? Not just today.

There have been dozens of promises not accommodated by his memory. Dimpled

it is worth giving a medal for still not exploding the rampage

to this day. Dimas deserves to be angry. Extremely

deservedly. But he always chose silence.

“Dimas... sori," slowly, Reuben said. He knows the word

that's free. Dimas would walk into his room, close the door. Not out until morning, unless there is

fires.

As soon as the door closed, Reuben resigned. Take off shoes and save feet. Trying to unite with

the sofa will be his bed until tomorrow. Suddenly, his eyes found something. Swan feather pillow

pet Dimas, left in one of the chairs. If the situation is like this, surely he will not be picked up by the owner.

Reuben got up, grabbed the lonely pillow, and grabbed it. The smell he memorized. Smell mixture shampoo, sweat,

and the rest of the perfume.

To the pillow, Reuben whispered the secret that

in the past month, there has been one idea that is constantly pacing

mandir in his mind. That crazy idea for twelve years

never even stopped once. He wants to bring Dimas

householder

To the pillow, Reuben immediately cursed. Be-

but crazy he could think so. Dimas would laugh

rolling around on the floor and his wi-wa will collapse un-

forever in the eyes of the world. But.., Reuben sighed.

breath, maybe that's a good idea. Reduced its burden to

remember promises like tonight. And, maybe, just,

it's time.

Slowly, Reuben tightened his arms. The smell he memorized. Twelve years is indeed not a moment although sometimes feels as short as a spark of coal.

Dinner did not happen. The souvenir does not exist. Times

first in twelve years, their anniversaries passed like ice cubes slipping in the hand, too slippery and

cold to catch. Let it go, thought Dimas, assume

it's variation. He was aware of the attitude of his chosen escapism,

but too lazy to care. Three times a week like

language course guy, Reuben must have come, threw his body on the couch, got tired, made coffee, then fell asleep. Bizarrely.