We, Without Me

Pasta Wars

The next day …

“Yuki ...,” call a woman standing in the doorway. Lifting up the height of the medium-sized pouch, he managed to make Yuki frown in wonder. And do not avoid attracting the attention of other workers who are momentarily distracted from their respective activities.

But it does not end there, until 2 weeks later still continue to sound similar calls at the same hour through the mouths of different people. The impact of Yuki became a warm talk among co-workers. Faintly, there were also subtle whispers connected to other divisions in the not-so-big office.

“Come again this ... Yuki is in a meeting outside, so how?” said the woman who carries a bag of food boxes labeled restaurant is quite famous, Lux Fantasy.

“Again? It's nice to have a boyfriend. It's a pity that he rarely eats ..” said co-worker Yuki slowly, for a moment women like Yuki was whispering, “well also yes his girlfriend, but had a fussy fuss.”

I don't know who the mysterious figure claimed to be Yuki's girlfriend, but it is for sure for everyone he is the one who continues to send special lunches to the office.

While Yuki himself is currently reluctant to continue the limb swing. He was lazy to enter the familiar building that became the beginning of all the problems began. Although in front of the terrace used for shelter at that time was not the first meeting, but from there Yuki's crazy idea was sparked.

“Yuki, come!” said the woman in a maroon blazer suit combined with matching cloth pants. Both of his eyebrows moved up in unison as if to signal the order for Yuki to move quickly following.

“I-iya, Bu ...,” says Yuki. He stumbled a little because he tripped on his own leg.

Inside the building that Yuki entered, in the corner of another room Keven stood his back to the figure of the woman of the past who had once been loved, who else if not Alia. The guest who forced to meet despite being expelled sat stupefiedly.

“For what are you here?” ask Keven cynically. He threw his gaze out the glass window, staring at the various bonsai that were deliberately arranged in such a way.

Chuckling with her right hand cupped her lips, Alia said, “you're angry I left without news? You know I can't escape my parents either. Those who are always busy so pretentious care.”

Keven chose silence, lazy to recite the words of Alia. He crossed his arms in front of his chest while exhaling a rough breath through his mouth. What a gloomy day grew chaotic because of the arrival of Alia who was difficult to be driven. Because the woman had acted out of bounds, shouting hysterically that clearly disturbed the customer's calm.

“You should have followed me .. You know, I'm alone. Had he never appeared, you would have stayed the same attention me,” grumbled Alia as the pounding of heels sounded closer. In a flash his outstretched hand gently rubbed Keven's arm. It infiltrates slowly into the winding of Keven's crossed hands.

Plaque!

Keven took a step back, brushed aside Alia's embrace with sharp glaring eyes. But he did not have the heart to push the figure he had known for a long time. The two are now facing each other at a fairly close distance.

“Why?” alia asked softly, but her lips grinned thinly. Just a quick glance until Keven did not realize.

“Where is Rezvan?” Again Keven took a step back. Ask questions to divert the conversation. He was also reluctant to return Alia's gaze which was now very different.

“Rezvan? Hmm ... The baby?” Alia tilted her head, refracting her eyes with a cast of made-up plain sides. A moment later a big smile was on his lips.

“So, I've never seen him again. I was also curious ...,” said Alia chimed in her words.

In an instant the smiley arch on Alia's lips descended, turning into a frown. For a moment the woman's mind wandered, looking far away but seemed relaxed and clearly indifferent.

“Marketing? Not for you to kill?” cerca Keven cynical.

“Hahahaha ..” Alia's laughter broke out, echoing blankly without emotion. There was nothing Keven could deduce from the thunder of laughter, only the visible emptiness of Alia's two eyeballs at the moment.

True, the woman laughed with her eyelids open, looking creepy like an evil witch in a fairy tale book. The next second Alia again said, “aneh .. Though at that time I just want to see him alive or not. Why does everyone say I want to kill my own son? He made me suffer, why should I kill so easily? He should thank me ... Do you also think I'm crazy?”

Keven's pupils dilated in amazement at the woman's speech at hand. The meek and fragile figure he was familiar with had vanished, changing into a sickly ruthless woman.

“You are indeed crazy, Al,” muttered Keven in disbelief.

Rezvan, the poor baby who almost Alia giggled at that time was lucky to be saved. Still Keven remembered his trembling hand clutching the tiny body that was crying out loud. If it wasn't for Saka, Keven wanted to slap Alia's consciousness on the seventh night of the birth of a baby who didn't even have a name.

“Get you out of here!” keven orders cold. His hand pointed straight at the door that had been left open. Intentionally so as not to return cheap romantic gossip between himself and Alia circulating.

Obviously Keven knows a little fact that too much flavored seasoning will turn into a deadly weapon. Maybe it's time Keven made a ban on bounty in the restaurant environment. Preventing the unreasonable grapevine invokes hearing of the girl who is now settled in the heart. Although Keven also knows the hope of Yuki is no thinner than the pile of dust on the table that is cleaned every day.

Without Keven realizing it, they are now in the same roof. Of course with different obstacles.

Byur ...

"Yuki!!" yuki's co-worker screams together. Everything spontaneously stood up while glaring sharply. Not spared the throbbing of a chair that was pushed rough and shrill screams attracted the attention of other visitors in the restaurant.

While Yuki still felt sweet, cold and sticky that continued to flow until it seeped into his underwear. At first glance he looked confused, annoyed and angry.

"Sorry ...," said the person who spilled a glass of orange juice on Yuki's head.

Looking up with frowning, Yuki squinted his eyes. A split second next Yuki screeched pushyly.

"Not intentionally," he continued to relax while shaking the empty glass glass.

"Dam!! What do you mean by accident?! We are not blind!!" said nyolot one of Yuki's coworkers.

“APologize correctly, now!” resolutely Yuki's superior who had already normalized her shock.

"Udah, sister, Mom, justin," Yuki said as she flicked her hand. “I go to the toilet for a while.”

Honestly, Yuki doesn't want to magnify the problem, what else is dealing with Alia. That's not what Alia wanted. He just scuttle Yuki to the point of almost hitting the table of another customer.

“Satan!” yuki nyalang. His face looked at Alia who was about to leave. In an instant his forgiving soul turned into a predator.

Like a starving predator, Yuki pulled Alia's hair while scooping up the pasta that belonged to someone else with her bare hands. He rubbed a handful of pasta into Alia's face. Practically a pasta war broke out at Keven's fancy restaurant.

Screaming, thrashing and trying to reach for Yuki's hair is a form of resistance Alia. Naas, instead of being forgiven and being able to retaliate, now Alia even rides Yuki brutally.

The slaps and jellies that Yuki could not break escaped with the old rage overflowing. It doesn't care about being a spectacle for many people. It was already an emotion towards Alia that he had neglected.

“WHAT ARE YOU SELLING?!” alia shouted strongly while clawing at Yuki's cheeks. It was like dejavu on a similar incident.

Now the two are wrestling, struggling violently on the sticky floor due to the collision of various foods that are scattered. Mutual clawing, slapping, strangling, mengjambak and of course screaming with all the curses swearing.

Grep.

"REMOVE!!" yuki shouted furiously.

"Take care of yourself, Yuki!" said Keven softly while continuing to hold Yuki. No matter the clothes were dirty due to the stains that stuck on Yuki's body.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, KEV?!! HE'S THE ONE WHO MADE ME KAYAK GINI!!" jerit Alia did not lose out loud. He rebelled from the check of the workers who had once been his subordinates.

Pushing firmly into Keven's tightly clenched body, Yuki's eyes reddened in tears. Dumping coarse breath through the mouth while rubbing the cheeks that suddenly feel itchy.

“You should not chase the flower petals, because the trash is more suitable for you who are a fly,” ketus Yuki before it finally passes, continuing its heavy steps with a feeling of unwarranted.

Keven was only able to remain silent. He slowly squeezed his left chest which was instantly painful, leaving a trail of tangles that was not comparable to his broken heart. He did not expect to hear that sentence coming out of Yuki's mouth.

The bully girl who always wanted to get rid of now obviously dumped her. The extremely cruel short sentence managed to make everyone who heard it aghast, but not with Alia laughing meaningfully.

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