We, Without Me

0.0001 Percent Opportunity

A fragrant aroma emanates from a simple kitchen that is not too big. Inside there, a dirty cauldron that was still hot lay in the sink, waiting for its turn to be washed. For a moment the kitchen ruler grabbed the cellphone while smiling sumringah.

“Thank you, Chef,” said Keven ended the phone call.

In front of him is now two servings of spaghetti catfish sauce and spaghetti pecel catfish, the creation of an unexpected recipe for the head chef Lux Fantasy. Of course all that at Keven's insistence. For the sake of one goal, it was to prove to Yuki that what he wanted to do made sense.

Throughout the morning Keven had been touring the market looking for the ingredients needed, although it had to end up with makeshift ingredients. Even he was willing to fight for fresh catfish with catfish pecel sellers who turned out to first make a purchase. From here Keven can see if it turns out the market demand for freshwater fish, especially catfish itself is quite high. Of course it is not separated because of its availability too little.

‘I was very late. Even I lost you once. So don't expect you to run again.'

Keven hasn't changed, he's still selfish. This time he was struggling. In contrast to the beginning of their story that is decorated with compulsion. But Keven will never accept failure in his struggle.

Closing the transparent mica box, then Kevan put in the prepared red crackle bag. The condition of the kitchen that had been messy had also been cleaned. Almost no trace of cooking activities other than wet utensils with a sink that flooded several points of water.

"Have you?" ask the old man who Keven met again was sipping black coffee.

"Sorry sir, I'm using the kitchen. Put the rate on my room bill."

"No, just use the kitchen. The important thing is not to fall apart, later my wife ngomel,” he said while putting a cup containing black coffee. “So want to go back to the inn again?”

Clang, Keven immediately replied, “I want to drop off this lunch. In the kitchen there is also a little I make food for Mr.”

“Wah even bother. Though want to go back and forth that far .. difficult there is no contract. Besides not selling if open a contract in a small village far from the market,” said the man while standing and again said, “ya already, continue. Later to hunt cold food for his wife.”

“Mari, Sir, I'm sorry,” farewell Keven while nodding a glance.

Wherever Keven goes, Yuki will be recognized as his wife. Maybe he was already very crazy because he could not accept the status of Yuki as his ex-wife.

Ripping the car keys out of his pants pocket, Keven rushed towards the car. Placed the lunch menu as well as the form of proof of that next to the steering chair. Glanced at a glance through the corner of the tail of the eye with a sense of pride and satisfaction. Keven could not wait to see Yuki immediately.

For a moment Keven rolled down his car window, enjoying the wind on the waterfront which calmed the heart a little. Honestly, he was very nervous, but also afflicted with a very strong longing.

There is a little annoyance because it takes too long to go around the market and several times to make mistakes when cooking. Luckily the sim card signals used support to ask for help in every step by step that Keven had to work on. He really wants the results of his cooking to have a taste according to Yuki's favorite.

“But Brother Anna,” Yuki said to the petite woman who had just served a glass of cold milk tea. Yuki's greeting reflex was returned with a sweet smile before passing away to serve the other buyers.

“You didn't eat?”

“Taste.”

“Your hull is innocent. Don't torture him because your heart is not fine,” Dion suddenly read.

“Sok tau,” Ketus Yuki.

“He's coming, right?”

Frowning, Yuki stopped the intention of sipping cold milk tea that looked refreshing. “Dia? What?”

“Man. Ask him who he is, not what he is.”

“Yes that's the same thing. So who?”

Closer, Dion whispered, “former husband of yours.”

“Where do you know?!” asked Yuki while glaring sharply. “Can't be the result of huddling with nurses at Puskesmas?”

“Just a guess because someone saw you talking to a stranger,” explained Dion without telling the whole conversation he accidentally heard.

“Hm,” dehem Yuki accompanied by a small nod. Soon he ignored Dion's question, which he felt had been answered.

“My competition has come, but you still hang me,” chirped Dion surprised Yuki.

“Uhuk! Huk .. ap-what the hell!?” Yuki's choking choked her lips with a snort.

“Do not know! Don't want to answer!”

“Maybe that exact phrase you don't not know the answer, you just don't want to admit it, right?”

“Mending Mas Dion moved course deh.” Yuki shook his seat, a second later both of his eyebrows raised with a chin piqued. “Tuh .. Kak Anna is very beautiful. The village is still alone. The person is calm, meek, independent from an early age. Don't be the same I'm a unstable widow though beautiful don't be asked again, unmatched. So did Dion give it up. Now 99 percent of my life is just to chase money.”

“Even 0.0001 percent though still counted opportunities. So why should I give up?” sahut Dion while putting down the spoon. For a moment he undoes the intention of scooping a mouthful of rames rice as his lunch menu.

Quiescent. Yuki cares about hearing. He was indifferent no matter like a rock hit by the waves.

“Again if you are chasing money, I am rich,” said Dion again, chiming in his words. He is confident enough if asked to boast handsome, well-established and charming.

“Hah .. so hungry I.” Moving on from her seat, Yuki really tried to ignore Dion's words.

It appears Yuki is walking quickly to a woman called ‘Kak Anna’ to order a pempek. Though Yuki's initial intention went to the canteen which was close to the District and Puskesmas office where Dion was temporarily on duty only to meet Danu. But it turns out that Danu is having an unexpected affair that Yuki does not want to find out.

Plaque!

Just as Yuki turned around, the sound of a slap echoed. Suddenly he twisted his body with eyes bulging due to aghast.

“Basic women itch!”

“IMEL!!” yelled Danu full of anger mixed with shame.

“WHY?! YOU WANT TO DEFEND YOUR EX-BOYFRIEND?!! REMEMBER YES, I AM YOUR WIFE!!”

“Cute me!!” danu commands while pulling the wife's wrist rough.

“Awas you Anna!!” threaten Imel, the woman believed to be the wife of Danu.

Frozen, Yuki was only able to round her eyes and gaping mouth. He was too shocked by the situation that happened as fast as the lightning strike.

“K-sister? Are you okay?” ask Yuki kikuk. His hands hang in the air. Hesitating to touch the silent Anna with reddened eyes.

Tests.

A tear fell down Anna's right cheek. A second was immediately swiped while saying in a raucous voice, “nothing. Indeed Imel it .. pempeknya so?”

“I-iya.” Nodding Yuki while continuing to look at Anna who was already busy with various orders, as if nothing had happened.

Returning her steps and turning around, Yuki again sat down in her chair. Can Yuki see Dion secretly watching Anna.

“You want to fight move on together, right?” Putting on a serious expression, Yuki stared at the late pair of Dion's eyeballs that had just been flailing.

“Iya,” replied Dion short and steady.

“Sama Kak Anna. He was married to Mr. Danu without ever being cut off. Pak Danu's parents do not approve because Anna's sister is only graduated from Junior High School,” said Yuki with low voice intonation, but strong enough for Dion to hear.

“You changed professions again? Want to be a novel writer?” Chuckling, Dion pinched Yuki's gaunt cheek for a while. It could be that Yuki just told Dion to turn the bow, even change ship. It certainly wasn't that easy after Dion was determined and got to know Yuki so far.

“Hish, really mode,” Yuki said while shaking Dion's hand. Instantly he turned his face away, rotating the fleeting lazy eyeball into a daze.

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