We, Without Me

Be separated? A divorce?

“Yuki? Hey..!!”

Patting Yuki on the cheek several times with the water continuously flushing, she frantically found Yuki curled up on the floor. The warm water that continued to pour did not discourage Yuki's lips to turn pale blue.

“Ki? Yuki's? Comeon, wakeup! Don't worry me!” The problem is getting panicked. Turning off the water shower, she wrapped Yuki's body in her towel. Lifting the bridal style and clutching tightly onto Yuki's weakened body.

“How to do this?” He muttered as he placed Yuki's body on the floor, it was impossible to lay it on the mattress in a drenched condition.

“Mama.?” Instantly her eyes sparkled in the hope that Mama Agni would help change Yuki's clothes, but her steps came to a halt when the door opened. Looking at Yuki who was lying down, he rubbed his face violently. Where might he forget if it will be reviled many questions.

Taking extreme decisions, he closed and locked the door. Pulling the blanket and twisting Yuki's body in such a way, slowly and over a long period of time one by one Yuki's wet clothes escaped from behind the blanket which began to absorb water seepage from the shirt, body and floor.

“Eugh.”

Awakened in a daze, Yuki felt the cold left side of the mattress. It felt strange and as if there was something else that morning. His head feels heavy plus his body aches and hurts. Not to mention his hot throat, even the steam coming out of his mouth was more warm. Yuki had just recovered from a fever and a cold.

“Any.” Yuki muttered that looking at his left side was empty. Usually he will wake up first and find the back that backs him.

Even though they sleep in the room even in the same bed without any restrictions, but trust the subconscious both of them reflexively build a solid pseudo-wall. Once Yuki who passed, it was also just kicking the calf of the husband when he felt a foreign object touched the tip of his foot.

“Tumben have woken up that person is still at this hour.” Yuki said with the phone in her hand, staring at the time pointer on the lock screen of her phone.

Lowering her feet against the cold floor, Yuki rushes to perform her morning ritual, of course urinating before taking a bath. Walking on the gontai, Yuki increasingly felt something strange about his body.

"What-what's this?"

Stuck holding her chest covered with only a sheet of cloth, Yuki lowered her gaze. A black jumbo t-shirt was attached to his body, covering a quarter of the thigh.

Groping to the bottom, Yuki grew increasingly slack. “AARRRGGGHHHH...!!!” Yuki's scream while drowning his face into the palm of the hand.

Brak's..!

“Why??” Ask a man who actually owns the room. His breath was stinged as he galloped up the stairs, aghast at Yuki's scream that suddenly echoed until it sounded downstairs.

“BASIC PERVERTS!!! PERVERT!!! GO...!!!” Yuki shouted as hard as he could until his neck veins protruded. Stubbing with the index finger that is full of anger.

Ignoring Yuki's cry and hysterical movements, he steps closer, smothering Yuki's lips ready to curse at him. Exhaling a rough breath and enduring the whack, he whispered right in Yuki's earlobe. “Do not be noisy!! I can clear everything.”

“Mmmptt!!” Yuki rebelled, her hands as if ready to clash in the boxing ring, continuously clawing ferociously at the back of the hand that was smothering her lips. Although his strength was outdone when his body resignedly pulled forcibly into the bathroom.

“You can be a softer woman no matter what!?” The question was thrown out along with a vexing annoyance. Without answering, Yuki just looked at her with a rough snort accompanying the glint of blustering eyes mixed with a flash of anger.

“Ck! I didn't say anything about you.” Relax with a frustrated break, throw a look towards the sink. Those eyes quivered when they accidentally stared at the appearance of Yuki who had been trying to ignore all night.

“If you don't mind me, why.. Why don't I wear it!!?” Yuki uttered with a stifled scream, clenched her hands together, restrained the embarrassment and stomped roughly on the bathroom ceramic floor.

“Yes it's your body, why ask me!?” Instead of answering, the sentence seemed to reverse Yuki's question.

“I know all that for sure because of you!! My name!! YOU WHATIN ME!????” Urging furiously, Yuki pointed at the annoying figure who was not yet willing to look at him.

“What can I trust from you!? No. no.” Yuki said softly, remembering all the painful things he kept getting. Words and attitudes that Yuki cannot guess always succeed in tearing Yuki's determination to continue fighting for his love.

“But the point is I don't mind you. Even I slept in the guest room.” Sighing roughly, he was also at a loss as to what else to act like.

Squinting her eyes, Yuki remained convinced that something must have happened. But Yuki himself is not sure, he only remembers crying sobbing under the warm water, after which he forgot what happened. “I can't believe it. You must have messed with me, right!?”

“Better now you wear real clothes first!” His grunts were upset, turning around intending to get out of the bathroom.

“Ngapain you told me to wear real clothes if I was locked here!!?? You must want to mess around, right!?” Yuki's cry stopped the steps of the husband who had been upset, even though the sun had just begun to peek.

“Nudu mulu ya you. I just don't want you screaming anymore. You want Mama to go up and see your condition? Continue later if asked you accuse me of the same kind of you?” Ketus.

“If so why!? Afraid of you!?” Yuki said as he folded his hands, staring fiercely at the figure who repeatedly exhaled a heavy breath.

“Aware Yuki. We are husband and wife, maybe Mama and Papa are suspicious about our relationship.”

“Better this relationship is quickly discovered and finished.”

“What do you mean?” The question sounded sharp, but full of feelings of not receiving.

“Ya finished, we split, CE-RAI!!” Tukas Yuki while pressing the word ‘cerai’ steadily.

"apart? Divorce?" Laughing blankly, he stared fixedly at Yuki's pair of beads. “Don't you ever say that again!” He said to Yuki in a low voice full of commands, his eyes staring intently at the slanting smiling Yuki.

“You should be happy. We split up, you're free with Alia.” Yuki said with a torn heart, she did not want to let go of her status so easily. Yuki can't lose, but enduring a bond that only looks beautiful on paper labeled as legitimate in the eyes of the law is truly heartbreaking.

“Alia married.” That short remark left a deep scar on Yuki's heart. The figure that had disappeared from Yuki's sight only closed the bathroom door, but why make his breath choked?

Be ill. Apparently just because Alia is married, not because a sense has grown for Yuki. While the figure who had just closed the door squeezed his chest that hurt, not remembering Alia whom he loved, but a tear Yuki who dripped. He is confused as to why he always feels different when he is with Yuki.

"Hiks.. Hix.. Huuuu.. Huu.. Huo.." Yuki's cry was tight until it was heard by a figure who was still sticking his back behind the bathroom door.

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What the hell is this really?🙁

If anyone feels bored because the figure of S-U-A-M-I (laknat) has not been solved, sorry yes, sabarin aja😆