We, Without Me

My Neighbor's son-in-law is my Ex-His-in-law

The old woman's forehead frowned. His hands were repeatedly flipping through strawberry-colored clothing. The more observed, the more it feels familiar.

"It's Yuki's shirt, right?” mumbling Mama Agni while sniffing the tangled lump she held. For a moment he clucked in disbelief at the findings hidden behind Keven's pillow.

“Ma!!” pekik Kevens. His footsteps were wide, swaying along with his hands that were outstretched hunting. Retracting strawberry pajamas from Mama Agni's hand with a red face extinguished shame.

His sweaty body heat seemed to no longer feel. All replaced with a sense of wanting to drown themselves in the sea trough. He who had just spent the morning around the complex, spurring the work of the heart and lungs as much as possible just died of lice with the findings of Mama Agni.

Squinting her eyes, Mama Agni still maintained the checks on Yuki's pajamas. Both are like participants of a fierce tug of war. Certainly not for the sake of achieving a momentary victory.

“You helped Yuki's shirt?" accuse Mama Agni of being on target.

"No," Keven staggered. Reddened ears that Mama Agni can believe is not the effect of running in the morning, but shame due to being caught acting out of the limits of fairness.

"Honest!" resolute Mama Agni. Once again replying to the pull on the pajamas Keven defended.

"Ma ... Don't take!" rengek Keven is upset. His two hands were trying to separate the pink pajamas from Mama Agni's strong cheques. Parsing one by one the old fingers of Mama Agni with extra soft energy so as not to damage the memory property of the ex-wife who deliberately stolen. Right, stolen because it was taken secretly without permission.

“Please, Ma ... Later Torn. Don't pull it again. Take it off, Ma? Please ...”

Instantly the muscular man whined like a toddler who did not want to lose a favorite toy. Stomping feet begging for an illegal relic to be released.

Relented, Mama Agni breathed a sigh of resignation. The release of pajamas that Keven constantly pulls. Letting her only child research every inch of Yuki's pajamas. Swiping gently as if interacting with pajamas that are clearly lifeless.

"Maybe you, Kev," said Mama Agni still do not believe in the sight before her eyes.

Just as the body was about to turn away from Keven's room, Mama Agni was already made dumbfounded at what she had just witnessed. "Well, you're hanger again? Wash it!! Your bad smell is."

Mama Agni's voice echoes, but without authorization. Keven hush. His hand kept moving pairing the hanger to hang Yuki's pajamas.

“Sini! Mama wash!” pinta Mama Agni firmly. Poking his palm wide open as if confirming his order.

"What the hell, Ma?!” keven grumbled in a soft voice.

“Wash!”

“No!" rebut Keven straightforward. His eyes bought, glaring up at the eyeball as if he wanted to jump out.

"Here you were here you were far away, stupid. Her clothes were dressed in the room. Pantesan Mama same Yuki looking do not meet, apparently there is a shred of help," said Mama Agni quite spicy.

As if not hearing the insinuating scolding, Keven ignored Mama Agni's words. Spring he kept the tangled pajamas that accompanied his sleep the last few nights. Always sniffed like opium that can provide peace from a real nightmare. Clearly Yuki's pajamas don't smell Yuki anymore. The smell has evaporated and more mixed with the distinctive aroma of Keven's own body.

Brakes.

The closet door was closed quickly. Produce a strong bang from the impact of tightly clenched wooden doors. A second later Keven turned around, putting up the guard horses.

"Mama get out. I'm going to take a shower" Keven said subtly laden with expulsion.

"Yes, I took a shower there. Just take a bath."

“I don't shower if Mama doesn't come out,” Keven said.

Sighing heavily, Mama Agni again did not end up thinking to Keven who continued to stand still in front of the closet. Looking doubtful at the presence of the mother who seemed like a threat.

Turning his eyes panted, Mama Agni clucked softly. With a sewot said a reply with a lazy tone, "iya-iya, do not take Mama."

The next second Mama Agni breezed away. Passing to the kitchen to continue the cooking mission that was delayed in order to wake the child who seems to have been through the buana.

After the death of Mama Agni, Keven hasten to close the door of his room, turn the keyhole so as not to suddenly invaded Mama Agni again. Keven quietly returned to reach for Yuki's pajamas. Smiling widely with a radiant look. He held the pajamas while absorbing the heat in the eye peluk.

“Ma-af.”

A word blocking leaves a mole on the tongue. The tightening of the molars holds the bitter that spreads from the lips to the bottom of the liver niche. Now all the memories that do not know until when can Keven invite to make peace.

Keven's heart has not been sincere to let Yuki go. But if held for longer, Keven knows the shattered fragments of Yuki's heart will turn into dust grains. It is also all for nothing.

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“Well,” chirps Mama Agni when she finds Keven in a typical work suit sitting sipping milk coffee. “Do not until the business you pioneered was destroyed because you are upset. Not only you who depend, but there are many of your employees who make a living there.”

Nodding Keven assented. It is true what Mama Agni said. He should not be too mixed up personal and work problems. Although it is difficult to control the emotions that can be turned upside down at any time you like.

Not to mention now Saka has fully raised his hand from the business that both are in. Even the man had sold one by one the restaurant he had built. Choosing a successful profession switch made him interested when slumped. Of course everything Saka does is a little bit aimed at removing the trail of Alia's haunting shadow.

Keven is comfortable with his current job. There is no other choice but to keep developing the restaurant like in the past when everything felt fine.

After all, Keven's business penetrated the retail business has run aground aka failed to. Thank you to Rava who dropped the warning bomb because Keven had touched his Ara.

"Don't wait for another person's second chance. You alone must create that opportunity."

Furrowing his brows with one side swooping up, Keven turned to Mama Agni beside him. "I mean Mama?"

"Prove that you still deserve to be Yuki's husband." Putting a tray filled with dirty dishes of fried bananas, Mama Agni stared fixedly at Keven. "It's good every night to put on an empty shirt. Slowly fight again. As long as you take that shirt, believe me, it does not make Yuki stay by your side. Yuki is not an angel who can not go home to kahyangan just because his clothes are lacking. Struggling there before being grabbed by the others."

"Hm," dehem Keven brief. Looks lazy to serve the mother's boast which is actually quite disturbing to the mind.

"That's our widowed neighbor's father from yesterday sent signs to Yuki. I don't want Mama to be with them first. Later similar stories in the salto fish, 'my neighbor's daughter-in-law' former son-in-law'. Anyway not willing to yes Mama if Yuki to be plucked to the side, forward even to the back though. What else do those who love julid like you!" babble Mama Agni fiery. The old woman's hand clenched with an irritated breath.

Same is the case with the hot news of Keven and Yuki divorce without the main perpetrator knowing it has been long-tail. There are various genres that are successfully assembled by every reliable storyteller.

Obviously not just one or two stories that finally re-examined the old gossip 'Keven the player'. Surely it also managed to spread compassion for Yuki who is famous for being friendly to neighbors around the neighborhood.

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And here's where Keven is today. Trying hard not to be influenced by the words of Mama Agni, but this moment has been disguised as an eternal student. She does not regret leaving the bed and Yuki's scent slowly disappears from her room. Even consciously Keven turned the steering wheel that was originally going to go to the restaurant.

Far away in Keven's sight was Yuki who was still dumbfounded. Staring blankly straight ahead with lethargic shoulders.

Do you know how it feels to breathe in a vacuum? Stuck without knowing what to do, that's what Yuki is going through right now. He was free, but also lost. Difficulty reaching for something that he himself does not know what is needed right now.

Now Yuki is playing with her own feelings. The question of whether the decision taken always flashes haunting. But it is always answered by the fact that his story with Keven has ended.

Placed.

“Ouch! Sakiiitt!!” yuki's sigh is shrill. His cry echoed along the silent passageway. Booming until successfully heard by Keven who camouflaged like a statue of an elephant sitting.

“From earlier called nyaut. Want to come with?” said the suspect.

“Where?” yuki asked with piercing lips and one hand that was still rubbing the scar.

“Where to go, Ki? We've had a frothy discussion from earlier,” quipped women in navy shirts.

“Ck! Lebay," Yuki murmured before a slow whisper.

“Udahlah just stay him .. Come on, just go. No need to be taken care of by that upset child," ketus youth who carried a large backpack while pushing the backs of his friends to leave Yuki immediately.

“Cuiit!!” lantang Yuki while grabbing the rough of her backpack. He snapped powerful footsteps that clasped carrying the burden on his back.

“Oath, rest!”

“Salah daydreaming continues,” ketus Dimas while yelling at Yuki's forehead. Both have walked side by side. Throwing each other curses that are not sweet while releasing punches and spoiled flicks, typical of their habits that often make Ara almost give up mediating.

“I'm sleepy, hungry again,” kilah Yuki.

“Halah .. I'm sleepy, hungry, hoek .. Many reasons.”

Plaque.

“Nyebelin!”

Running ahead of Dimas and other students who both have interests with one of the Lecturers who became examiners at the thesis hearing, he said, Yuki immediately caught a familiar shadow with a scent that he had not been craving lately.

"Focus Yuki! Focus up!" yuki shouted to herself. The head that seemed to be contaminated with flash of memories that had not disappeared from his mind.

"Your victory, Dim. He's crazy."

"Who? She's she? Recognize ya?" reply Dimas to the owner of the interrupting voice while putting on an expression as if confused.

Unfortunately the look on Dimas' face instantly turned flat as his eyes rubbed against Keven's. Yuki's ex-husband was clearly staring hatefully at Dimas. For a moment the corners of Dimas' lips were drawn upwards, forming a thin grin knowing there was a burning fire of jealousy.

Unthinkingly Dimas sped up a wide step, approaching Yuki who was not yet aware of Keven's existence in disguise.

Embrace Yuki's shoulder without excuse. Whispering right before the tight embrace was violently jerked by the girl who was wide in shock.

"I bought a chicken, will you?"

"Seriously?"

"Duarius. But I'm gonna go, how?"

"Religion ... That's pay ngojek, not treat."

"Well, if you don't want to."

"Shy, sulking!"

"Don't you?"

"Now. But two portions, one wrapped."

Such were the brief whispers of Yuki and Dimas. Very trivial, but successfully squeezed the chest pain of Keven who stood still in place.

A moment later without a strong wind blowing, Yuki was like being blown away as his body staggered forward. It was almost knocked over by its own legs before finally landing on the chest of the field with an irregular pounding.

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