We, Without Me

Rocking Pencil

Bugh.

“Lo!! Stay away Yuki!”

“You are not confident?” Dion squinted his eyes while grinning. Driven shoulder hinges that seemed to shift due to Keven. Of course with a small puckishness that is not left behind like mocking Keven's anger.

“Don't be too rash. Slippery glass can fall off at any time. Do not rush to want to hold it,” continued Dion while patting Keven's shoulder slowly. A step before passing away, he again said, “let Yuki make her choice of heart without pressure.”

“Job!” swear Keven while tightening his fist on the left right side of his body.

Dion waved his hand without turning back. The man looked relaxed. Completely resigned to the story that will happen in the future. After all he himself could already guess what Yuki's answer was. Not desperate, Dion just didn't want to jump up too much hope. As he said, a slippery glass is easy to fall off at any time.

“Dion-Dion ...,” muttered Dion while shaking slowly and exhaling violently. He then accelerated the swing of the legs to go to a room in the Puskesmas that had been used some time ago.

Dion's time is running out before the Regional Hospital construction deal materializes. He had to return to City B to continue the main work that had been replaced by another Doctor.

Unlike Yuki who hesitates to get out of the toilet. He who had wanted to urinate even at home imprisoned in a minimalist toilet. Playing water using a dipper that turns like a boat tossed by waves. Really not useful, because actually he himself is confused about what to do after getting out of the toilet.

It is undeniable that Yuki is difficult to be ordinary in the presence of Keven. Again he realized that his stance was as weak as a rocking pencil, swerving in any direction and sometimes uncontrollable.

Geck.

Geck.

Geck.

“Iya!” Climbing, Yuki hurriedly shouted out at the echoing knock of the door.

Chequek.

Like dejavu, Yuki once again finds a familiar back that does not need to be guessed who the owner is. He pulled two pieces of tissue on one of the tables. Dampen wet hands while walking towards the trash can casually. Heeding the figure that was blatantly trailing.

“I was at your place,” Keven chir suddenly while carrying Yuki sling bag. Scoffing at the girl who had circled the table a few times. Not realizing that the girl in front of him was in a daze researching every corner of the table and chair.

Yuki who rushed to the toilet without carrying a bag was clearly super agitated. Because all the money owned and mobile phones from Dion which is considered still credit is in his sling bag.

“You looking for this?” Again Keven interrupted.

“From now why not talk?!” yuki growled while taking away her bag. Checked one by one, of course the contents are still complete.

For a moment Yuki's eyes also circulated, looking for the whereabouts of Dion who disappeared. He walked out to the small terrace in front of the canteen. Right, Dion's gone. Without Yuki knowing if the man had said goodbye through a short message sent moments before Yuki went out of the toilet.

“What do you want?” yuki asked with a face up, looking at Keven who looked strangely smiling.

“Miris you same fill my bag? Or the same bag? Yes, it's cheap. This I bought in a market of 20 thousand," Yuki said again with a frown. Yuki's humbling sentence is quite telling Keven who is actually not being insinuated.

Neutralizing the look of his face that was a somber glance, Keven frowned in wonder at the whereabouts of the cell phone in Yuki's bag. “You bought a new phone?”

“Not,” replied Yuki briefly without explanation. But somehow bring up one figure that milling sucks in Keven's mind.

‘Dia,’ Inner Keven with hardened jaw. He is jealous and angry when he believes the guess that is not necessarily the truth. Somehow Keven became super sensitive to the signals that always managed to make him moody.

“Restore my stuff. When do you want to take it?” chirp Yuki while raising her right hand. His tone of voice was dizzy, whining with a twinkle of clear eyes. “Have you seen my money not up to 100 thousand? Cepetan kasih! I want to take money from my account. It would be crazy for me to run out of money.”

Sighing, Keven clasped Yuki's hand. It was gently drawn for the girl to follow her small steps. But it wasn't Yuki if it wasn't rebelling. The girl brushed aside Keven's grasp and looked back. Thankfully some people there were not caught watching Keven's spontaneity.

“Do not hold me!” yuki firmly with a low voice. Those bulging eyes seemed to exude a deliberately displayed annoyance.

“Sorry .. but you have to come with me. I'll return all your stuff. I have something for you too.”

“Yes already, go there first. Don't hold me anymore" Yuki said, twisting her chin.

“Iya.”

Giving up, Keven walked quickly in front of Yuki. Open the back door of the car, pick up the pouch containing everything that was all the way brought from City B. Rushing Keven around the car, opening the door for Yuki. Let the woman sit in the seat next to the steering wheel.

“This what?” yuki asked as the two sat in Keven's car with the door open. Not for fear of being a gossip, but the hot air evaporating in the car is really stifling.

“This spagethi ... made me,” hesitates Keven replied while grinning and rubbing the nape awkwardly. Suddenly he hesitates to ask Yuki to taste. His confidence shrank with doubt that the chef's impromptu recipe creations were successfully redesigned by him.

‘Definitely for me,’ guess Yuki piquancy in the heart. At first glance, it is very clear Keven is being embarrassed.

'Gosh .. is that ear or boiled shrimp? Very red, Yuki's inner again when she found Keven's ears that met red.

“I deliberately cooked and want you to try this. Not because you are greedy, let alone haphazard. Don't try to humble yourself. Whatever I do because I want to."

Nodding, Yuki looked straight ahead again. “We've been divorced how long? not long, right? Strange yes I see you more often after we divorce.”

Keven's tongue suddenly twisted. His expression turned flat filled with guilt. Slowly, Keven's chest tightened, he had trouble supplying oxygen. Stared at the nanar Yuki who could still smile broadly looked straight at the swaying leaves.

Yuki's smile doesn't mean anything. Laughter empty. He was just trying hard. As much as energy stands on the turmoil of life that feels like alone.

“This is your wallet.” Keven gave Yuki's wallet away. Trying to shift the topic of discussion that soared the mistakes he had made against Yuki.

“You unloaded my wallet?” asked Yuki while squinting.

Nodding, Keven smiled without sin. “Iya.”

Of course Keven had to unpack the contents of Yuki's wallet. Because the wallet was wet due to drowning with other stolen goods in the pickpocket's bag.

“Business!” ketus Yuki while pulling out Keven's photo. Plastered in a transparent wallet, when it was hidden with a photocopier of identity cards that are always inserted in the wallet.

“Thank you,” whispered Keven.

“Unclear,” says Yuki sewot. His eyes glared with lips flattering a whip. Rather than being embarrassed, Yuki was more embarrassed because he was caught still storing Keven's photos. Even the photo was taken without permission.

"Keep my cell phone and I don't want to give you any favors?" todong Yuki while squinting.

"You're wearing this."

"What's this?" yuki asked while receiving the box thread that Keven had thrust.

"This new? Make what? Hish, waste of money. I already have a cell phone. Take this again. I just need my old phone." Yuki's voice screeching dislike. The box containing the new phone was forcibly returned to Keven.

"Change what you're wearing now."

"Why?"

"I don't like you wearing her stuff."

"It's not clear you are." Shaking her head, Yuki rolled her eyes lazily.

"I don't like you being close to that pretentious doctor!" sulcan Keven.

"Mas Dion you mean? You know my phone from him? Wow .. pinter yes you, now it can be a fortune teller. But just so you know, he's a good-looking time."

"You ...."

"Why again? Can't I say he's handsome? You jealous?" ask Yuki around.

"Yes, I'm jealous. So don't you come near her anymore!"

"Well, if you're jealous don't involve me. Don't forbid me this-that's as you please. We are nothing and have nothing to do anymore. Except that ... turn my phone that you still confiscated!"

"Well whenever you have me!!" keven is serious.

"Is that crazy you?! I have myself! Not yours!" yuki said loudly while pointing firmly at herself and Keven in turn.

"Yes, I know. But I don't want you with that guy."

"Aragh!! Don't know, you idiot! I can bald my head because of you." Yuki rattled her tied hair. Rough squeezing of hair that slips between the fingers.

Unraveling the grip on Yuki's hair, Keven held onto the girl's two hands. Holding back Yuki from building a bird nest on his head. Keven did not even flinch despite being glared at by Yuki.

"You're angry so much more beautiful" Keven said with a loving look.

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