We, Without Me

Munaroh Boys

“Yuki..?! You ready to wear my work clothes?” The shout echoed in a square room that was not spacious, but not narrow, just quite fitting if you want to be used as a fistfight arena.

“Iya.” Yuki replied briefly, staring at the flat figure who was walking leisurely with a towel wrapped around her waist.

If at the beginning of the marriage they are racing to bring a change of clothes, then now depends on where the first step is. If it's the bathroom, of course clothes business lately.

Don't think there are no faster heartbeats or a tinge of shame, they are normal women and men, but now everything seems normal. The feeling was wrapped up in camouflage of indifference that were mutually disinterested.

‘Any.’ He muttered while reaching for semi-formal clothes neatly arranged on the mattress, complete with an internal cover of future assets that are usually avoided.

“Tumben you ready? Also common is not.” The curse invites the owl spirit to enter Yuki's eyes.

“If you don't want to use justin aja.” Yuki ketus.

“Not that. It's weird that you take care of my needs.”

“You think the milk coffee you brew every morning if not me!? Brother Alia?” Yuki said in a high voice, pressing on the name of the infuriate that ruined her beautiful morning.

“Not dream!! Sis Alia is busy loving her husband when you also enjoy snoring and I cook with Mama in the kitchen.” Cerocos Yuki sniffled, whimpering the door until she was surprised.

“The door is okay, right?” Yuki muttered while fumbling and rubbing the door leaf with a feeling of anxiety.

While the one inside the room was only able to wipe his chest that was pounding in surprise. “It feels different, apparently not Mama who made it. More bitter but tasty.” He said while displaying a thin smile that is glittering, beautifully decorating the face with a sturdy jaw angle that is charming.

“Why am I smiling is unclear. Anyway for what he's attention-grabbing.” Grunts with the corners of the lips that are still pulled upwards. Reminiscent of Yuki's attitude at the beginning of the introduction and before the showdown, quite similar despite the lack of spoiled and seductive attitude. Basic men hypocritical aka hypocritical half.

“You didn't leave with me?” Mama Agni said with her right eyebrow swooping upwards. Staring at the wonder of a couple who are fairly new but never show off intimacy.

“Yuki riding aja motor, Ma. Let's get to campus quickly. Later, if it is difficult when Yuki comes home, you have to find the cane.” Clearly Yuki while glancing at the husband.

“Gak romantic really you Mas. Whose droplets don't look like Papa, make a sprain!!”

“Kan Mama who made it, why did it go to Mas?”

Mama Agni breathed a rough breath. His son was not as cold and cute, but everything changed during a breakup in his final year of college.

An accidental meeting with a girl who had become a big brother in High School leads to a run aground romance story. Mama Agni felt like he wanted to ascend to the story of the love of a mere boy who was full of twists and rocks, often used without a clear status to the brawl of being tempted by the wife of the person who ended up called pebinor. Grateful now there is Yuki who is willing to be her daughter-in-law.

“Ma, Mas, Yuki left first yes, already want to be late.” Yuki snatched the back of Mama Agni's hand and kissed her, not forgetting that she also did the same thing to her husband for the first time after more than a month of their marriage.

Yuki was indeed trying to reconcile with her heart that had been hurt again. Life is only once, if it fails he can fight in another story. Indeed, the reality is not as easy as the original words from his lips, but Yuki is sure he is able to pass through it all even by dragging his body full of inner wounds.

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“What is your husband?”

“Good.” Looking at it for a moment, Yuki reviewed a knotty smile, answering without hesitation. In fact, the condition of her husband is good, fresh fit, only Yuki who changed often melyot mellow.

Yuki and Ara are the source of her new laughter, friends who understand each other regardless of Dimas' self-esteem. Even willing to take pains to help Dimas collect money for the cost of Nita's school. All of their stories can never be exchanged at a price of fantastic value other than caring.

“Ara where?” Ask Yuki to Dimas.

“Again photocopy of the module for practicum, he said anyway gitu.” Said Dimas while wiping his phone screen, replying to the frozen food order that he just marketed. It is not produced directly by him, but fortunately Dimas was entrusted to be a seller of one of the food processing teams from the Department of Fisheries Technology.

“Not last night he said this morning would like to drop into the place of photocopies and take noon?” Frowning in wonder, Yuki frowned both of his eyebrows.

“Custom, late.”

“Kirain has been dating Pak Rava so changed his koyan kebutnya.” Yuki's sigh resigned to Ara's bad habits. Always late and arrive at a crucial time, stick with the lecture schedule. Even have to race with the step of the Lecturer if you do not want to be kicked out or present but are considered alpha.

“She woke up fast, but prepared long ago. Though dandan also use the same moisturizer powder, lipstick use in class so do not stick the same mask.” Dimas complained in surprise, I don't know what makes Ara often late.

“Tau deh Dim's. The boy was told to make it difficult, he said his face was like cemented.” Yuki's grudge was not out of thought at Ara's strange reasoning.

“So remember her lips are pawed on time you love red lipstick chilli.”

“Iya finished it so I had to delete it. The intention is that I make over to meet Mr. Rava calar bland, but even look amit-amit.”

“Knowledge ghibahin me, ckckck.” Putting herself on the empty bench between Yuki and Dimas, Ara already knew that was where she was. Hopefully this time there is no storm of petty debate and deafening bursts that Ara has to deal with.

“You're with Mr Rava when did it come out?” Dimas' words were intended for Ara, although without looking at the interlocutor, clearly the one related to Rava was Ara.

“Do not hurry too, later nyesal.” It was not Ara who answered, but Yuki with a soft voice. His eyes dimmed as the flashlight ran out of its energy source.

“Ara's story could not be as lyrical as your story.” Said Dimas without further ado who was immediately rewarded with a fist hitting his left arm.

“Dulu Mas Rava is also not easy to approach me, you know I was traumatized in the sense of pain, have low trust with others and fear of being dumped again?” Say Ara by being as calm as possible. Looking to his left side, Ara could see Yuki's furious gesture. Can Ara guess if Yuki is upset, upset.

“Maybe everyone's story is different, but it can be sweeter even though the struggle is more super duper painful. If in the end you regret and give up on that one story, it does not mean you stop fighting for the happiness of your own life, right?” Said Ara gently, she clearly knows the meaning of giving up wrong in her life. Grateful Ara was always given many opportunities through suicide attempts that always failed.

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Towards the flashback already Hana give a little picture of Mas Husband (laknat), hopefully later in the flashback seconds can immediately click.😄

For those who wait UP in the novel Aara, tonight permission not UP first.