We, Without Me

I'm Her Husband

‘Mas Keven?’ yuki muttered just before the car from the opposite lane passed.

“What's up?”

Flinched with round eyes, Yuki shook her head quickly. “Neither.”

Squeezed fingers are interlocked on the thighs. As much as possible try to deny, but also guess the truth of Keven he just saw. Then Yuki turned his face out of the dark window, avoiding being caught in the eyes of Dion's eagle. Unfortunately for only a moment, fear suddenly appeared sightings among the lush trees and shrubs.

“Don't be burdened with our discussion earlier,” chirped Dion while staring straight at the street highlighted by his car lights.

Honestly, Dion seemed to be slapped by his own words. Whether he is able or not if he lives, in fact speaking is always easier than acting for yourself. In addition, Dion clearly felt Yuki's fear through the look of agitated eyes with pupils circling wildly without any definite direction.

“Hm,” dehem Yuki is somewhat constrained by the esophagus that instantly feels dry. After that, the two humans fell silent. Silent greeting without talking.

Occasionally the pounding of waves hit the rocks rang out filling the silence in the car that was speeding. There was still a long winding and dark road that they had to go through. Penetrating among the lush trees and sometimes through the sea side streets with strong waves and night winds that create a song between the leaves rubbing against each other.

While in a different place someone is confused because they have not found the city center in a small island that has just been visited. Right, it's Keven. The man who 40 minutes ago just arrived at the island's only port.

Setting his feet in front of a one-story building, Keven finally breathed a sigh of relief. He rushed in, approaching the figure of a middle-aged man sipping black coffee.

“Excuse me, Sir ..” said Keven kindly gave a greeting.

“Iya? Want to stay?” ask the man without further ado. His eyes were glistening with pleasure.

“Iya.” Nod Keven with a thin smile. Spreading the smile of the hurried old man heading behind the reception desk. That night there was another happiness from the relief Keven found an inn equivalent to a jasmine hotel.

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Exactly at one o'clock in the afternoon under the blazing sun that for a second did not get tired of shining. The back of the shirt is wet, stuck to the back that continues to pour sweat. Repeatedly his fingers combed the hair that held the sweat from the scalp. It had been almost half a day Keven walked down the Village where Yuki might be. But a speck of information Keven could not get.

“Which person, Mas?” pinch a distended male in a singlet shirt suit and red striped black knee-length color pants.

Gaining with a fleeting pain in surprise, Keven immediately commented on the friendly smile. It still looks pretty stiff. “From B, Sir.”

“Oh ... from City. Project person yes, Mas?”

“Not,” Keven replied with a short skirt. “I took a short ride here yes, Mr.”

Patting the empty side of the long wooden chair that had just been occupied, the man then said, “sit down, Mas, relax. Kirain was a sand mining project guy. Usually if the afternoon is also a lot of hanging out coffee here.“

“Oh so yes ... here the village is limited along this road only yes, sir?” ask Keven while closing the bottle of ion-enhancing drinks. Of course it's been finished.

“No, Mas." Waving his hands, the man stood up, walking to the edge of the deserted paved road. Keven's reflexes tailed behind him. A straight line is then pointed straight in one direction with the right hand hanging in the air. "Well that's around the corner there's a slightly smashed cement road on the left, right? Enter there about 20 or 30 meters later meet a good cement road. It also penetrates into the asphalt road at the end of the gate that turns left when from the direction of the city market. If here Kampung Laut, go there Kampung Darat.”

"There's another village? Not a cassava garden as a bush?"

A glimmer of hope finally appeared. The clear lubrication of the pupils of the eyes widens and both corners of the lips are drawn up. Because Keven had time to go down the streets in there. Full of cassava gardens that are still awake, the rest many other abandoned plant gardens and only full of shrubs. As for the branching roads that were one by one traced did not bring Keven on any clue. No one knows Yuki.

"Get in again, Mom. His village in the middle. There are many gardens there. Later if you want a strong sea wind season, only some who cannot go to sea to garden. Is it just another person's nyari?"

In the past Keven meant nothing, only spontaneity was thought to be useless. But who would have thought maybe at that time he had started to grow seeds of love without himself knowing.

“Bu, here a minute ... have you seen?” the man shouted, waving at the red-painted lady who had just finished slicing the fritters. Can Keven guess the two people in front of him are a couple.

“Similar to the husband of Imel. Yes this ... ituloh yesterday ...” The woman's voice suddenly weakened. His body approached the husband, momentarily glanced at Keven from the tail end of the eye before raising the palm covering the lips that were about to whisper.

“The widow,” continued slightly whispering, eyes glaring at a glance with eyebrows furrowing lightning. I don't know what exactly to say, but his voice still caught Keven's sense of hearing.

“That's beautiful?”

Plaque.

“Mr!” the woman shouted along with a light punch that rang out loud. “Basic men! His eyes are beautiful!”

“Loh is beautiful. That's your age. No need to be jealous.”

“So it's really here? Please tell me, sir, Mom,” Keven said pleading, interrupting the debate between a couple in front of him.

"This is if not wrong yes .. this morning I met the chairman of RT hear-hear afternoon want to go to the village office with Mbak who takes care of the pool. Try to come there. If not to the cement road that I said earlier. Just follow the path until you meet the first land alley, enter it continuously until there are ponds with one house. There he said this Mbak stay.”

“Mas is it ready?” chirped the red-painted woman with a probing look. It's like scanning Keven from the tip of the foot to the top of the head.

“I ... I'm her husband," Keven replied. He was also confused as to what to answer. If asked why not be honest, then Keven's answer is not willing. There is an increasingly stifling emptiness when the word 'former husband' meets reality.

"Replace ...." Not yet had the woman's words spoken completely, Keven had managed to cut.

“Oh yes, fried it I bought 10 yes, Bu .. know the same contents of fried bananas,” said Keven tried to divert the topic of interesting figure who looked at him full of suspicion.

“So 15 thousand yes, Mas. The price went up by 500, not a thousand more. Cooking oil is expensive, rare. Terigu also rose,” said the woman like a curse while handing a bag of fried food to Keven.

"Yes. Take the change from me." Think of Keven briefly while thrusting a fraction of 50 thousands.

A few moments later Keven drove off his car. Thumping great in relief covered in nervous and worry. Even unconsciously his thumb kept tapping on the steering wheel. A second his lower lip was bitten, but a split second later he smiled like a man lost his mind.

While in the place that Keven is heading, precisely in a minimalist room seems the tension is mounting. It was there that Yuki sat down with a woman and three men who were his colleagues in the cultivation of land fisheries. Of course not only the five of them, but there are also other people who throw their opinions at each other.

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