We, Without Me

Farewell Gift

Dusk is still on the throne. The ceiling light shone obliquely, through the glass of the car that Keven rode. While the owner coolly gripped tightly steering wheel. Slowly his jaw hardened as the action hit each other Dimas and Yuki in the distance.

Two humans that Keven observed were like twins fighting over toys. But in Keven's eyes the interaction both looks very sweet and lethargic. Maybe it's time Keven's eyes need to be washed with rubbing ash.

“Argh!! Sickness, pain ... Kicooot off!!” mooed Dimas while holding Yuki's fist.

“Okay! Balikin used to bundle my socks!”

“Stay grab yourself what's the trouble, anyway?!”

“Include the comb!” whinek Yuki while tightening the pull on Dimas' hair.

“Aaaarrgghh ...,” scream Dimas long. “Iya-iya .. I took it, but take it off first!”

“No! Come cepet!” firmly Yuki while pushing strongly Dimas' head. The regret overflows right when the socks that want to be packed precisely Dimas play. Thrown like a circus attraction and culminate one of them rolling to freefall into the sewer.

As if the bad luck was lacking, the small gutter in front of Yuki's room that is usually dry at this time is actually flooded with water from the mop next door. Practically predictable if it is wet no longer helped.

“I just surfed, yes!” dimas complained as he turned his body, glued his back together and locked one of Yuki's free hands. As fast as lightning he bent down, lifting Yuki in a recumbent position on his back.

Inevitably Yuki's rebellious screams are ejected, successfully attracting the attention of another boarding house occupant who happens to be on the spot. Similarly, Keven who immediately growled angry. As quickly as lightning Keven removed his seatbelt, opened the car door and lowered his right leg. But not yet had his ass parted with the steering chair, his intention blocked the blessing of the cell phone scream that rang.

"Take it or throw it away, whatever." Keven flatly ended the report received by phone call. The next second, he rested his back on the body of the car, long enough while looking down and squeezing his hair.

‘This is almost the same, even better,’ muttered Keven in heart. Suddenly he remembered often refusing to give Yuki. It is not uncommon to be harshly rejected.

Raising his gaze, Keven turned his head. “Ka-you ...,” said Keven stammered with his eyes bulging. The angel stood up while propping up his cheeks with his hands resting on the hood of the car.

“You're not tired of gini keep?” yuki asked while straightening her back. Exhaled in a coarse breath while observing the keven of the last-goal. While the one who was stared at reflex rubbed his nape wrong behavior. As if dead fleas visited Yuki in a position of himself lurking too.

Turning a glance at her face, Yuki glanced at the adjutant who was standing ogah-ogahan behind. A few seconds later he again said, “saran I should you change the car if you want to see secretly. If I think I want to not care also I can not.”

Brakes.

Climbing, Dimas almost passed the curse.

“This is a car I've already memorized. Want you to change the color also I memorized the number plate.” Maintaining a flat expression, Yuki spoke again while rubbing her hot hand. After the snobs kicked Keven's car hood, his palms now throbbed numb.

“A-ku ...”

“Sstt!!” cut off Yuki while placing the index finger in front of the lips. For a moment his left hand looked back, asking for something to be left to Dimas.

Turning his eyeballs lazily, Dimas thrust the bottle of drink that was brought to Yuki's right side. “Nih!” ketus Dimas's. Clearly the look in his eyes returned cynical, imprinted on a Keven.

“Ck!” decak Yuki clenched as he lowered his raised left hand, alternately extending his right hand to grab the bottle of drink.

Not long before the girl advanced, approaching Keven doubtfully even though her feet were retracing casually. “I have nothing. Just this, drink .. It must be different from what you usually drink, but that's the milk sachet coffee I used to make. Plus sweet condensed milk dikit.”

Receiving the proffered bottle, a glance at the fingertips of the two touched. It practically produces a sting that delivers warmth to the coldest corners of Keven's heart. Want Keven to hold the hand that has now moved to the side of the tiny body that stands in front of him. But Keven tried to refrain from acting too late again.

Now that slow-moving haru taste silenced Keven. He had trouble speaking, only a big smile adorned his face. His expression really looked stupid.

Too many thank you notes. Her happiness suddenly grew. As if there are many butterflies in the stomach tickling, flying like a collection of dandelions in the chest. Spring tubs greet again, but also along with winter that has lasted a long time.

The bottle in Keven's hand was exactly like the one that had once been accidentally broken. Right, the bottle was brothers. For the sake of at any time being able to give Keven a simple milk coffee concoction with a million meanings, Yuki did deliberately buy some similar bottles.

“Still.” Keven's voice vibrated. The hoarseness sounds obvious. A bit of a surprise Yuki who is only well-intentioned wants to share what she has.

After all, the bottle that Keven was currently in was one of the two remaining bottles. While the other one will take Yuki to accompany his journey tomorrow. To where? Let Yuki tell you the story.

Nodding briefly, Yuki looked away. He took a round step back to Keven. “Come, Dim,” Oghed Yuki while patting Dimas's arm.

This is what Dimas doubted from uniting the two people who actually love each other. Dimas would never let his Yuki back into a tight-knit hole in the nestapa puddle. I don't know what Dimas would do if he found out Dion was learning to build his future bridge with Yuki.

“Think of that parting gift,” whispered Dimas while grinning cynically. Patted Keven's shoulder firmly before passing away.

"Lunch, let's have lunch ... You haven't eaten, have you?" keven said loudly, of course for Yuki who turned his back, not Dimas who spontaneously squealed annoyed.

"We're still ken-"

Crutches ...

"Happer ... Hehe ...," Dimas chuckled at Yuki's sentence while scratching his temple.

"Wheels!" yuki growled in a low voice, almost like a whisper. Really the stomach of the curse Dimas who can not be invited to cooperate.

"Yuki's still full. If I was always hungry. Do you want to buy me without Yuki? If yes, then go for gaskeun ... Don't want to, do you? Yes, go there, go!" cerocos Dimas was fast, almost able to match the speed of Yuki chattering. He didn't even leave a gap that Keven could break.

Without a doubt Dimas deliberately embraces Yuki's shoulder with one hand waving a more like a flick on Keven. Of course while taking Yuki passed away. Unfortunately Dimas's arrogance did not last long, Yuki's deadly pinch made him scream like a clasped hen.

"No problem. I'll drop the food. Wait a minute ...." Keven reached into his cell phone, contacted someone over the phone. Dimas and Yuki can listen if many food menus have been mentioned by Keven.

"Aware of being kicked out again?!" enter the cold Dimas, retracting Yuki's arm so that the two immediately move away from Keven.

Indeed Dimas gave up his love unrequited, but every time he saw Keven cells his anger seemed to mutate. He is like a monster hidden in a cute sweet shell that wants to devour Keven right then and there. Yuki's cry that was always responded to trivially was not as trivial as the anger Dimas pendam.

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The next day at a quick pace but remaining calm, a desperate man knocked at the entrance into the dark room. The glass window that should be able to be penetrated by light was still covered by the curtain. Likewise, the room lights are turned off, leaving one work light on, highlighting clumps of paper full of scribbles.

“Pak?” his reprimand was trying to resuscitate the pensive boss.

"PAK-PAK KE-VEN!!" he shouted out loudly, successfully jerking Keven who was aghast in shock.

"Gapain you're yelling!?" said Keven rising, still with his right hand holding his left chest pounding. He stared at the assistant who took a step back while looking down briefly.

"Sorry, Sir. I had to ... Did you not come home last night?"

"It's none of your business."

"Once again sorry, sir. It seems that from now on it's my business as well" he said weakly as he put down a large bag tote. "Shirt from Mother Father again. If you still do not want to go home, just get out of the family card. It is better to adopt a neighbor's child, both widows but have three children. Relax mate to Yuki, buy one get three free, that's a message from Miss Agni."

Surprised, Keven almost cursed and threw his shoes at the assistant. Luckily, the closing message had appealed to Keven's hearing.

"This cheer let me alone deliver," Keven chirped suddenly.

"Well," he answered obediently without asking much.

After the death of his assistant, Keven went to clean the body and contact Mama Agni. Prevent the occurrence of crazy ideas that Keven really knows only bluff. But it still makes Keven not calm.

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