We, Without Me

Past Times

For a moment Yuki reminisced, re-enjoying simple entertainment like the days of KKN first. The difference is, Yuki currently does not go out in groups using a three-wheeled motorbike, but only with someone who serves him like a princess.

Pleased? Not very. Yuki was just a little awkward getting a sweet treatment from Dion. The relationship between the two has not reached a very close stage.

"Balloons?" Yuki's head moved sideways as the fine wrinkles on his forehead grew. But his hand still grabbed a plastic stick with a cartoon-shaped balloon tops yellow porifera incarnation.

"You've been looking for this, right?" chirp Dion while devouring the fried sausage from Yuki's hand.

Climbing and glaring, Yuki snorted bitterly. "Rabie!" ketus Yuki cynical.

Smiling a rancid smile, Dion replaced the bitten fried sausage with a tornado potato skewer. Not forgetting he lifted drinks in a plastic container to make it easy for Yuki to shave from his straw. Surely Dion's attitude looks very sweet in Yuki's eyes. But in an instant the sweet shadow in the eye patch was Yuki tepis with quick work.

Now both of them look straight at the special ring of children. Keep spinning slowly with alternating songs. Occasionally there were complacent and frightened screams from the mouths of children sitting in the wheel cabin.

“Tomorrow your cooperation so come?” dion suddenly said. The man thrust a tissue at Yuki.

Grabbing Dion's tissue, Yuki cleaned potato crumbs and barbecue powder on her lips and chin and said, “tadi already phone, he said new afternoon until. You see, he wants to bring a gallon, the same stove as a gas canister from his house. So need to borrow a transport car. Thank goodness that it can be cooked together. Let the irit do not continue.”

“Means from tomorrow we can't go as we please,” said Dion, nodding slowly, as if weighing something in his mind.

"Just three days here just invited out mulu. Long ago actually became a show of ghibah nih," grumbled Yuki while blinking lips.

Indeed, there are no signs of a shiny mouth nan julid that insinuates, but for Yuki who is an alumnus member of the campus pergosipan, of course, he already understands the points of hot news triggers. Moreover, his current position was only a guest who happened to work for the Village. He believes sooner or later his partnership with Dion will be a boomerang.

“If you have no problem we marry the citizens, let's go home ...,” take Dion out with a hand.

“Means?”

"From going to continue to be a gossip material, it is better to keep getting married."

"Not to dig!” Yuki's face turned grim. His mood deteriorated. He did not like the words of Dion who seemed careless.

“Iya .. Come on, I'll take you home. It's been a little night." Dion stood up, tightening the jacket he was wearing. For a moment he looked at Yuki who was silently looking down.

“Mas ...”

“Hm?”

Exhaling a rough breath from her mouth, Yuki turned her face away. “We will never be together.”

“What ...”

“We are both equally unfinished with our past,” interrupted Yuki, cutting off Dion's remarks.

Instantly Dion was silent, listening without denial. In fact, Yuki's speech is not wrong, he himself is still learning to open his heart even though the sense of comfort is getting longer.

While Yuki, inevitably still very unprepared to receive a new love. Yuki is drowning in fear of love. The first love figure that was destroyed successfully makes Yuki like losing a backrest.

Yuki is really pessimistic to create a different romance story, of course without ending in a breakup. Not to mention her status as a widow turned out to be a bit of a confidence shake that is usually limited edition.

“What's the blur of not being ready to see the happiness of Ara and Mr Rava part of the future that you set? Even you are still haunted by the past,” circus Yuki, the right corner of her lips is drawn up. Leaning a slanted smile that was slanting, yet seemed to cover up a sense of pity.

Sighing softly, Dion again sat down beside Yuki. The next second stared at Yuki who turned her face away with a stiff smile that remained preserved.

“We can still move forward with the past that continues to haunt. Everything needs to be completed gradually. It is true that I am not ready for their happiness, but I am also trying to create my own happiness.”

Yuki looked up, turning his head turned to the right side. Instantly his eyes flashed with Dion's eyes. Suddenly he looked back straight ahead, where the ring had stopped spinning, but the atmosphere was crowded vehicles and people were still passing by.

'I try to be happy too. I try to get up. But not about love. I don't want to ... just like I used to.' Yuki bit the inside of her lips, clenching her hands holding a mute at the base of the tongue. He was eager to shout that sentence, but was stifled by the sudden ambush of astonishment.

“Yuki .. sometimes it's not that we can't and can't, but that we're confined to our own minds."

'But I also know that no one can force the heart. When your own subconscious is still reluctant to release him, how far I cross the line, all remains in vain. Just as it used to be ..' Dion continued inwardly. He is like a front soldier on the battlefield who knows when to fall, but is not afraid to surrender let alone run from defeat.

“Speedly or later, I hope you give up. Stop talking about love, I just need cuan.” Yuki moved from her seat. Pass first approaching the trash can on the side of the road, precisely next to a pinang tree.

While Dion clearly runs small chasing Yuki, equalizing the steps on the side of the girl who insists on not wanting to think about love anymore. Dion hesitated pulling down a hand that had grasped the air. Unplugging the intention of holding Yuki's shoulder to a stop, momentarily returning in serious talk.

“Sorry that I was too rushed, but I am still learning to open my heart to you. But believe it or not, committing to love you slowly makes me forget that there was once another woman's name in my heart.”

“No it might be that easy.” Yuki shook his head, shaking his hands with an unbelief-laden piety. “Only with the determination to move on, can you forget about Ara? Dion don't make up stories! I really understand how ruined you were at Ara's wedding. There's no way you can open a new sheet with remnants of feelings that I'm sure aren't finished yet.”

“Do I have to be fixated with the rest of those wrong feelings? No.” Once again Dion permeated the feeling of awe he had originally thought of as love. He was increasingly convinced that he had been trapped in the wrong suggestions and hypotheses.

The story of the sister's heart is often found in Dion's brain. It is clearly depicted on the figure of Ara who coincidentally without Dion's knowledge is indeed Rava's first love.

“Until when do you want to wait for your story to finish to open a new sheet?” ask Dion seriously. His hand held the door of the car that was about to be opened.

Silently unable to answer, Yuki's breath choked. His voice was held back by the distance as if Dion was eroding away. As his head looked straight ahead, then a chest sight of Dion's field caught Yuki's eye lens.

“Open a new sheet doesn't mean the story is finished. You can still write the same story. The key is in you, whether you want it or not.It could even be on our new story page, there will be many questions that can be answered while peering at the previous pages that we have closed. There is no harm in trying. If if later we still can not find a match point between us, yes already ... maybe we are not paired.”

“Udahlah, let's take me home. Tomorrow I have to start surveying catfish seedlings,” Yuki said softly in a trembling voice. Hiding a silent radiance that was almost overflowing.

Guilt slowly spread across Dion's chest. Turns out to be right, Yuki didn't want to move on. The girl was trying to laugh over the neatly arranged chaos of the puzzle. Caught up in a nightmare mixed with reality.

“You can,” Dion said briefly while gently wiping the top of Yuki's head. Not long after, he walked around the car, opened the door on the side of the steering wheel and sat himself down. It was a few seconds of silence until a bottle of Dion's drinking water thrust at Yuki.

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