We, Without Me

Here is My House

Yuki lowered her gaze. Sit with your feet that feel frozen. Rubbed the tip of his toes with a slight squeeze at the end.

"That's what?" Point Yuki at the crackle bag containing the strawberry cake that Keven brought.

"Make you."

"I know, it must have made me. You want the mode again. Trying to get my attention. It was discovered if you wanted to go modus. He said guys do like that, sweet at the beginning .. uh, but you don't. Very bittersweet. It means wrong to make those words," Yuki chanted. Insinuating Keven at will. But his hand remained shrewdly open the crackle and the tightly sealed paper box.

Protesting? Of course not, Keven just kept quiet. He has even missed Yuki's nagging which is often like blowing up the eardrum.

"Waah ... strawberry cake, how come? You make your own again?" asked Yuki with happy sparkling eyes. Reflek dipped a little cream with his index finger. Licked while shaking shoulders. Smile brightly as the cream blends with the saliva.

Shaken, Keven said, "no. I bought it at the bakery. It's around …."

"So soon, take a plate," Yuki said excitedly, interrupting Keven's words with a hand code. His joy seems real. The nimble swing of the slender leg moved quickly leaving Keven.

Not long after Yuki had returned with two small plates filling both hands. Of course, I brought a kitchen knife.

Impatiently a piece of cake full of cream was devoured. Chewed while occasionally frowning, assessing the taste that fills the oral cavity. Not caring for Keven who smiled satisfied with the look of a careless face, hoping that Yuki was not disappointed in the strawberry cake he chose.

"But this smells like strawberries, the fruit does not look as small. It feels really strawberry," complained Yuki while observing the second piece that had just been taken.

"Because it's just jam and strawberry butter cream."

“But delicious. Pinter you chose it. I like,” praise Yuki to Keven. The man's chest puffed up proudly as the curvature on the lips pulled up.

"You don't want to eat? Yup, this .. Come on, eat!" yuki said again, sounding pushy while thrusting a piece of cake taken from Keven's plate.

Opening his pursed lips, Keven accepted Yuki's bribe. Bitten by the piece of cake while continuing to observe the face of the girl who reflexes to open her mouth with widened eyelids.

“Enak, right?”

"Yes." Yeah." Nodding, Keven's thumb swept the corners of his cream-covered lips. He then raised a glass of milk coffee made by Yuki. Sipping slowly the fluid that began to warm.

“I also give to a housemate can? He's about two o'clock just returned from the District.”

“Up to you,” reply Keven while observing Yuki who occasionally rubs her arms and palms. “Take your jacket. You can get sick if you wear a thin shirt. Is your hair still wet?”

Holding a towel wrapped around her head, Yuki then opened the towel. Hair that is still very damp even though it does not drip water anymore. A split second later Yuki said, “hair is still wet. It was raining and I kept shampooing. The jacket was also wet, forgetting I lifted it from the clothesline. Just focus close the water machine in the pool.”

Sighing slowly, Keven stood up without saying much. He rushed to get an umbrella. Penetrating the torrent of rain.

“You want to go?” yuki asked in the doorway with a raised voice.

Keven rushed to open the back door. Spring he hugged a lump of jacket in front of his chest. Clenching tightly so as not to be hit by rainwater. Walk quickly until almost slipped muddy ground slippery keorenan.

Putting an umbrella on the wet terrace floor, Keven then thrust his jacket at Yuki. “Wear this,” said Keven with a jacket hanging at the end of his hand stretched straight, still waiting for Yuki to grab.

Raising next to an eyebrow, Yuki pointed to herself. He asked through a simple gesture.

Puckering briefly, Keven then pulled Yuki's hand, inserting it into the oversized sleeve of the jacket. Then take a towel from the hand that has not been protected jacket.

“Eh, let me just,” reject Yuki. Trying to dodge by keeping the hand away, but lost quickly by Keven who caught Yuki's arm.

In an instant Keven had already done the same thing until the girl who was shocked was like drowning in an oversized jacket. For a moment Keven slightly rolled up the end of the jacket's sleeve to the extent of Yuki's wrist. Continues flipping Yuki's body, pushing in, passing from the doorway. Too cold due to wind mixed with rainwater.

"I have to go" said Keven. Sighs slowly, still holding onto Yuki's shoulder which turns her back.

"Yes, go, go" Yuki said without a burden. Looking back while trying to turn around.

“Make what?”

“Rome ...”

“Where are you going home? Here my house is currently,” said Yuki bitterly. His gaze immediately circulated, observing the carpet pattern with a radiant turning highlight.

“Now where I sleep, forage and fight for life, that's where my home is. So if you want to go back to City B, please. You came here of your own accord. So .. yes please do if you want to go back to City B. Like you," added Yuki quite long.

“You can go home to my house, to Mama Papa's house. They'll be happy if you come home.”

“Not come home, but meet. I don't deserve to call myself home to your family.”

“Makanya, why don't we become a family again?”

“That's your lips! Thought to cook that much water!” Snickering cynically, Yuki chose to leave in front of Keven. He sat down and closed the strawberry cake box, leaning against the cold wall and snapping up Keven's jacket.

“As long as I'm not here, don't look at other men. No one but me" Keven said, venturing into possessiveness.

Turning her eyeballs lazily, Yuki stared at Keven flat. “You hope I answer yes? Crazy one! You think my eyes can close automatically if there's a man? I love who I want to see. Yes, when there is a fortune cogan I let it pass. Every day should see the bush. No eye wash."

"So you really want that?" Glaring, Keven was provoked by emotion. He suddenly burns flames of jealousy just imagining Yuki being flirtatious with a man other than himself.

"You yes or no, that's my business. You who?"

"I ... I ...." Keven stammered at the answer he could not make.

"Udahlah .. You should be grateful I am still this good. Yes, although not very well. But your karma still doesn't know." Crossing hands, Yuki put on a pouting expression. "You were bad. Not realize? Trivial, how many times have you maki me because of the love of milk coffee? Even until you slam the bottle? Though my intentions are good, want to love something you like. Although it is a very mode of what I sell it.”

"About the bottle, I never intended to break it. Not intentionally. Anyway I didn't mean to curse you, Ki. I'm just trying to be firm so you stop hoping" Keven said in a plea. His pair of brows furrowed miserably with sturdy shoulders that were down weakened.

"Sama, now I am also trying to be firm so that you stop hoping. If you really love me, you should still be happy if you see me happy, right? Although my happiness is not the same as you."

"Bullshit up! I'll be happy when I see you happy it's true. But it's all still bullshit if I have to see you happy with another man. I will never be happy."

"Because you're selfish" Yuki sneered.

"really. I'm selfish. I'm greedy. Therefore I ask that there should never be our word if it is without me. I'm sure and I'll be patient waiting for you."

"From the beginning you were always like this. I don't know .. I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Please come out and go." Point Yuki at the door that is still wide open.

"Huh .. rest." Ducking down regretting the long separation, Keven momentarily looked up again. "I'm sorry that I upset you again. But what I said just now, I'm serious."

Choosing silence while turning her face away, Yuki adjusted her hunting breath. The pleasant atmosphere at the beginning of Keven's arrival was gone. Now Yuki just wants to resist the frustration to save energy.

For Yuki, both then and now, Keven always sucks. But the apesnya Yuki can not hate the selfish man who was once loved so much.

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