We, Without Me

Before I Love You

The crisp sound of cassava chips completes the serious chatter of Yuki and Ara. The two girls are sitting next to each other. Busy composing a variety of pastries made by Aunt Lauritz, Ara's parents, as well as some pennies from neighbors. Not to miss the mouth of the two also busy chewing cassava chips made by Dimas.

“Better honest deh,” shirih Ara who whispered so as not to hear her Mama.

“But hear the story Nita pity also the same Angga,” said Yuki is not less downright.

“No may also be prohibited if you see the baby is the same deket Nita. Nita also does not work, only occasionally nengokin. If we don't tell Dimas, then if there's anything at all? At least so it can be nemenin or just monitored lah,” explained Ara at length pitched worry.

“Iya also .. Dilemma I tuh. Their behavior is already like people want to elope.”

“You've only been parno.”

“The problem is that Nita is still innocent. I was so scared that he would be fooled. Know or not the same Mas Saka, still I do not believe.”

Kraukis.

“Enak yes spicy chips,” chirps Yuki suddenly.

“Iya. Later Mama want a special pessn the same Dimas, make a super spicy snack at home.”

“Heeh .. Family chilli,” muttered Yuki while exhaling the exhaled breath through her mouth.

Grabbing her phone, Ara's pupils widened. “Udah at 1 o'clock, Ki. Said interview at 2.”

“Hah, seriously? I forgot ...” Yuki immediately stood up, ran small to the sink, washed his hands of chili and oil from spicy chili chips. A moment later the girl was already excited with a make up bag. Started my fight with mascara and thin eyeshadow polish.

Moments later, Yuki was on a motorcycle wearing a helmet. Stater the motor slowly by staying on the brakes.

“Don't forget to stop by the workshop huh, Ki. Your motor oil was told to change to Papa.”

“Sip! I'll stop by.”

“Should have stopped by the workshop first, but fear you are late. May it be safe on the road.”

Unlike Ara's expectations, Yuki's motorbike suddenly looks like a person who farts before finally dying completely. Panic? Without even being asked was obvious, of course Yuki was panicking.

“Mampus me if actually down the machine,” grumbled Yuki riled to remember the words of Om Yudith before Papa from Ara was leaving for the workshop.

Opened the motor seat. Twisted the cover of the oil tank and peeping gasoline that apparently still booming. Instantly, Yuki's shoulders decreased with a body that seemed to be squeezing.

‘Sial,’ umpat Yuki in heart.

At a glance Yuki reflex turned to all the quiet corners, there was only one vehicle that stopped not far from him. But suddenly Yuki's chest is pounding on the color and license plate of a familiar car.

Pensive Yuki tries to guess, reason and deny the scenario he made. But everything freezes when the car approaches and stops back right in front of Yuki's motorbike.

“Kan really him,” shrewd Yuki while looking down.

'Why am I so wrong to see you again? Put on pellets what the hell is this guy?!' yuki continued to monologue in his heart.

Like a gust of wind that hit the skin without being able to be caught, the pleasant-sounding greeting was just Yuki just listen. The one-way communication without reply that Yuki seemed to ignore continued. If it can foam, maybe Keven's mouth is already foaming because of too much talk.

"No, I can't do it, I can do it myself."

Pawning.

Late, Keven had already locked the seat belt hook for Yuki. He still maintains a smile that was rarely exhibited. Of course without coercion, because in fact every time he saw Yuki he always wanted to smile happily, even though a pinch of pain.

"Where are you from?" keven asked as if he did not know, but his day was almost filled with the agenda of trailing Yuki.

Uncommanded Keven always directs the steering wheel to the new boarding houses Yuki. Loyal looked at Yuki from a distance with an increasingly poignant longing for the indelible glimpses of the past. Certainly without dare Keven bring himself up. He realized Yuki wanted to avoid him.

Now, the afternoon is the shortest time to feel the beat of happiness when Yuki's smile, laughter and cheerfulness pass through the eyes. Unlike the night that rotates too long, like the rotation of the earth is slowed by half the speed. Although he has busied himself, struggling with the job left behind, Keven will return to Yuki's boarding houses. Looking from a distance the door was tightly locked with a dry, chest-stifling cry.

"Oh, I'm out of job interviews. After so many letters of application I sent, this is the new one that can be called," Yuki replied cheerfully, there is real satisfaction implied in her face line.

"What part?" keven said casually while playing music in his car. Believe me, the relaxed-sounding question is not as relaxed as a drum on the chest that wants to jump out.

"Admins. Away from my background, but take it."

"Yes, take every opportunity" Keven said in support of Yuki's decision. A moment of silence struck, there was no chatter filling up on the sidelines of the roar of the speeding car.

"Thank you info. I will think again. Hopefully, the results of this interview I escaped and accepted work," said Yuki sincerely full of hope with a hidden amused smile. Yuki's heart is suddenly warmed by the little attention Keven gave her.

Honey, the warmth of the chatter between the two did not last long. They are both silent, permeating the same grief in their own ways. Torn through the melody of the song Takeaway from The Chainsmokers that conjured the source of fluid in the corners of the eyes and nasal cavity. Stifling a sore throat and spreading a mole on the tongue.

Before I love you (nah, well, well)

I'm gonna leave you (nah, well, well)

(Before I loved you, well, well, well

I'll leave you, well, well, well)

Right, this was what Keven wanted. Leaving Yuki before she becomes entangled in the charms of the bullies girl who is aggressively launching expressions of love. But destiny says something else. In fact Keven has fallen deeply in love with Yuki to the point of not being able to let go, even though he finally has to let go.

Before I'm someone you leave behind

I'll break your heart so you don't break mine

(Before I become someone you leave behind

I'll break your heart so you don't break my heart)

Yuki forcibly swallowed his saliva, soaking up the drought-strangled esophagus. He deliberately left Keven first, afraid that Keven would one day leave him, breaking his wounded heart even more. The love Keven echoed when Yuki Pinta's farewell sentence was in fact like a thorny whip.

Yuki had indeed managed to break Keven's heart, but his heart had already been broken, bleeding and split into pieces.

"Ekhem!" clearing her throat briefly, Yuki scooped up the air deeply, sucking up the liquid that filled the nasal cavity.

"Again down here, already want to arrive," said Yuki with a nasal voice, his left hand outstretched pointing at the row of shophouses that have been and want to pass.

"Well, three of these shophouses left. That's the workshop" Yuki said again as a reminder to Keven who remained focused following the 2 riders in front with red eyes. It looks like one who rides a different motorbike accumulates energy on the side of the foot to push the Yuki motor.

"This is Papa's workshop Ara," Yuki explained to Keven who was caught circulating his gaze, researching a car repair shop as their final destination.

"Om ...," yuki chuckled as she greeted her best friend's Papa. He ran small with excitement, trying to divert attention from the turmoil he had just experienced.

"She'll get down the machine." Kekeh Om Yudith scares Yuki.

Yuki bit her lower lip. A few seconds later he put on a serious look and asked, "really down the machine, Om? Well, so what about it, Om?"

"Wrongly told the oil change from yesterday did not come. Though if the afternoon to the house tell Jona can also be changed ... Sit there, don't cry. Let Om check first." Om Yudith pointed to a long wooden chair that had been partially filled with the helmets of the workers.

"Mas, here ....." Yuki's hand waved, calling out to Keven who was silently listening. It was impossible for Yuki to ignore Keven who had only first come to a foreign place. But Keven's head turned his back to Yuki.

The man was still pecking at the shoots of new flowers that had not yet bloomed, but seemed ready to fall back. The blazing thunderstorms and thunderstorms were rumbling violently in Keven's chest.

"Bang, this ... Shirt, right?"

"Udah coming? Put it in the car."

A familiar voice rattled Yuki's sense of hearing. Pull his attention to look and find out the owner of the voice.

Gegas Keven blocked Yuki's line of sight. Pulling both corners of his lips covered the smoke from the steaming jealous embers. Keven smiled widely despite being annoyed at the figure he had met three times.

Dear Keven's efforts are in vain. Yuki stood up, gushing his head from behind Keven's strapping body.

"Oh, Mas Dion," muttered Yuki who was clearly heard in Keven's ear. Success makes Keven panic, not wanting Yuki to approach a man he considers a love rival. However, Yuki who sat back down sweetly immediately cried relief in Keven's heart.

"Mas Keven why are you standing there? Sit here." Yuki frowned patting the side of the chair on her left that was empty. For a moment Yuki forgot the awkwardness she had felt herself.

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