We, Without Me
Not Me
"Make you." Suddenly Dion's hand was stretched out in front of Yuki's face, thrusting a pocket of red crackles quite transparent.
"What's this?"
"food."
"Make me?"
"No, for those who have stalls" replied Dion.
"Seriously? Thanks ...," said Yuki happily. There is no jaim word with anything that smells free.
"Why do you thank me? Kan for the one with the stall," kekeh Dion while wearing his sunglasses.
"Make me yes ... I can't take it anymore" said Yuki cheerfully. How not to be happy if there are about 3 kinds of side dishes in one bag of crackles that Dion gave, plus seplastik capcay who had wanted to try, but the plate full of mountains did not approve his intention.
It turns out that without Yuki realizing the behavior of the gala in front of the capcay dish stole the attention of Dion who was at the opposite end of the buffet menu table. While the other 3 side dishes deliberately Dion choose after the super-powered ear signal captures the lamentation of Yuki on the pleasure that must be suppressed soul saving it.
"The capcay is pretty good here" Dion said as he stepped out of the restaurant, next to Yuki.
"Honey shrimp," continued Dion said with a low tone of voice that Yuki could still hear.
"Mas Dion doesn't like shrimp, does he?"
"Huh? Oh no, like it," said Dion clumsily, disguising his momentarily floating consciousness until finally snapped.
"Kirain doesn't like shrimp until he says it's a pity for shrimp." Yuki nodded meaningfully, a split second later he squinted his eyes with a creepy big smile. "Surely remember someone who is allergic to shrimp, right? Honestly, I'm sensitive."
"Hm ... Yes," said Dion admitted accompanied by a nod of resignation.
"Oh yeah, you know that Bang Rava printed invitations for us too?" dion said again, trying to divert the conversation even though the two are actually quite separated without a new discussion.
"Seriously? Dion is his sister." Frowning, Yuki stared at Dion's pair of eyeballs. It was clearly only an instant, as it turned out that she remained the same as the other women who were weak at the beauty of Dion's likeness.
"Well, that's why it's magic, isn't Bang Rava?"
"I'm not in love. Dion was once considered a neighbor. Or maybe even already crossed out of the family card. Hayolooh ... Ahhaha ...." Yuki chuckled loudly in the courtyard of the restaurant that was not too big, even being crowded with parked customer vehicles.
"You ask Ara. It must have been kept the same invitation for you," said Dion confidently.
"I'm definitely not, I'm a VIP, I don't need an invitation anymore."
It was Yuki's words, but he secretly sent a short message to Ara, asking about the truth of the invitation that Dion mentioned.
And here is Yuki tonight with Dimas who just dropped the standard of the bike. The two drive night after night to meet Ara, of course the aftermath of a short message that Yuki sent.
Just like Dion said, the invitations on behalf of Yuki and Dimas were real. Failed Yuki to boast to Dion as a VIP guest without the invitation paper. Although in the end both Yuki and Dimas and Nita will still be introduced as the bride's family.
"Gee ... I can't believe it's just me being single" said Dimas, observing the invitation that had moved into his hands. While Yuki was only able to smile wryly with a thin breath that stifled. He was happy, but also sad because in his wish to be as happy as Ara.
'Failing does not mean failing forever. Relax Yuki ... The widow is getting ahead. What else is as small as a thousand and one. Who tried the Most Lucky to be able to get a grand prize as beautiful as me?' Bathing Yuki was encouraging herself.
Placed.
"Smiling is not clear. Go demon!" exclaim Dimas with made-up shudder shoulders. The young man did not even feel sin at all had touched Yuki's forehead which was now ready to invite Dimas to a duel.
"Devil's whistle!" yuki growled with hardened jaws and enlarged nostrils while landing the original punch onto Dimas' arm.
Suddenly the atmosphere in the middle room of Ara's house that night was getting boisterous mixed with laughter and fighting mouth Dimas and Yuki. There's Aunt Lauritz and Jona, Ara's first sister, as Yuki's cheer team. Om Yudith who suddenly became a provocateur was on Dimas' side. While Ara the bride-to-be who is married in a week just enjoy the excitement in plain sight. Unlike the Silent Bungsu Rian who remained silent enjoying snacks while watching television. Heeding the crowd is actually disguising the sound of the television show being played.
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"YAHOOOO!!!" Screaming loudly, Yuki spread out his arms, letting his entire body be slapped by the night breeze.
"Handbag! That rolling wasn't my fault!" umpat Dimas was very upset, but he was worried that Yuki had rolled away from the bonfire and rolled in the streets.
Caitne ...
Bugh.
Yuki's front body slammed into Dimas' back, followed by a forehead that hit the helmet Dimas was wearing violently. Understandably, Yuki accidentally took off the helmet he was wearing for the sake of hair fluttering wind gusts along the road. Instead of deliberately neglecting safety, Yuki only hoped that the heat of her brain would soon cool down by the wind.
"Slows, Cuit!!" yuki was upset.
"Udah is silent" Dimas said again, holding back Yuki's loose hand.
"Fetchless, very mode anyway," ketus Yuki rebelled.
"Woi silence! Scratch the bike," Dimas protested seriously. Because the motor driven suddenly swerved along with a rough jolt Yuki.
"That's why we have two-handed motorcycles!" reply Yuki fierce.
"There is not much behavior if you do not want to be held gini! I want to tie it and drag it on the tire."
"Yes, yes-yes, yes ...," said Yuki lightly with lips chipped up. But along the way he hugged Dimas comfortably. In contrast to Dimas who was clearly pounding was not careless.
"Nake?" chirps Dimas while turning his face when Yuki does not go to take off the hug, even though the roar of the motor has disappeared from hearing.
"Iuh, no yes," replied Yuki sewot, a moment later he pushed rough Dimas' back before getting off the bike. "I was drowsy, so I didn't realize it had arrived."
"That's lying. Though the ease of hug the most cute guy in the world."
"Dih, disgust loh, Dim. Realize you're old!"
"Use dong proverb of the elders if I realize," said Dimas casually.
"Amit-amit, swear ... Uh, what's the decoction?" Both of Yuki's palms opened, trying to hold Dimas' chest which slowly slashed the distance.
"Your ex-husband is still faithfully waiting at the end of the road. I think I'm the only one who's going to be single alone" whispered Dimas right in Yuki's ear as he glanced from the corner of his tail the figure of Keven who shone angrily from a distance.
While Keven who had no intention at all to come out of hiding had stood looking for Yuki to shake his arms while hugging another man. The scenery that was as powerful as it was denied was not an illusion, all real as the intimate decapitation he was currently witnessing.
Tests.
"Aren't I where you came back?" lirih Keven. It is scooped up in the air to supply the narrowed lungs with stifling pain.
Keven clenched his hands, channeling the pulses of pain and pain that spread in the burning pulse. The grievousness in the eyes that were reflexively dripping with those circles of heart was not comparable to Keven's heart being torn apart by the screams of regret.
Turning his steps, Keven turned around listlessly. His cry did not sound, only a laughable melt spilling over his cheeks.
If it's possible Keven wants to run, hit Dimas who grabbed Yuki. But Keven's guts shrieked as the image of his sad eyes full of pain Yuki in their marriage flashed. Keven was afraid that Yuki would hate his presence even more.
For Keven now, it is enough to see Yuki from afar smiling cheerfully than he is trying to embrace the inner tormented Yuki. But giving up Yuki for another man Keven had never imagined since he first agreed to Yuki's farewell.
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