We, Without Me

Fishing Love

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Mas Keven

I'm goin. Take care of yourself here.

“Why not go out?”

Climbing, Yuki placed the phone with the screen on it on the chest. His heart was pounding as a result of the sound interrupting from the figure standing beside him.

“Kak nih ngagetin aja,” said Yuki in a whispered voice. Occasionally his eyes glanced at the crack of the wooden window. Quietly observing Keven's lethargic back away went under the drizzle that highlighted the porch lights.

Keven knew Yuki was standing quietly behind the window. But he did not want to force the girl to come out to see him. Enough to know Yuki there already explained that the girl was still paying attention to her.

“Sorry if presumptuous, actually what is your relationship?”

“Hm?” Frowning, Yuki was not just aghast, now he was completely shocked. His mind began to guess. Those clear eyes were rounded at the woman he was looking at right now.

“Kakak did not ask you, but a lot of talk that Brother heard if you are a widow. I've also heard the man say to himself that he's your husband. As long as you know, many are secretly talking about you. We are both newcomers, so we have to take care of attitude.”

“I am a widow. He's my ex-husband, Kak .. sorry if I had a problem impacting Brother and make Brother think.”

“Not ... not that, Ki. Sorry to ask this question to you.” Clang awkwardly, the next second he tried to ask again, “do you guys still love each other?”

Shaking her shoulders, Yuki smiled wryly. “Entahlah .. I went to the room first yes, Brother,” Yuki replied as the roar of Keven's car was finally heard leaving the home page.

With a stiff step Yuki rushed into the room. Fight the urge to turn around to make sure Keven has completely disappeared. While arriving in the room, precisely lying on a mattress covered to the stomach, Yuki just wanted to sleep quietly. The day that was thought to be very boring seemed to have a lot of stories.

But unfortunately, that night for a second Yuki was unable to knock on the dream door. The eyes were awake, staring blankly at the ceiling without a ceiling. His body tilted back and forth to the left right with a huff. Sometimes he sat down to exhale rough breaths and then back to lie down with his back.

Looking to the left side, Yuki grabbed her phone. Typing and deleting each letter repeatedly. As if many words want to be said, but not able to be written. His fingers were too doubtful. His brain was too frozen to digest the whispers of the heart. Until dawn breaks, accidentally a ‘ careful sentence on jalan’ sent.

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Three months Later …

Brakes.

Brakes.

Brakes.

“OK, ready!” yuki shouted with a fluffy smile while hitting the body of the car open. The heat that radiates in the palm of the hand is not felt as a result of it is very happy. Not to mention the atmosphere of dark and windy nights over time suck the cold that brushes the fur of the nape.

“Departing-departing .. ship in an hour,” shouted another voice as if to shout Yuki.

“Lele that has been sorted for the market, tomorrow at 3 am between yes, sir. I was contacted earlier the merchant,” chirped the voice of other men in middle-aged men, one of the residents who still survive to follow the village program that was just pioneered again as a side job.

“Yuki, monitor the bioflok pool yes. Later there will be people from the garden who come to help the mustard check. Ask about everything you think is important. Don't be shy.”

“Siap, Bang. That safe. Hopefully this time no more mining,” replied Yuki with a steady thumbs.

Now the open-top car has started to drive towards the port. Transporting about 200 kilograms of fresh catfish that are still swimming in limitations. A thousand fish seedlings stocked in each pond five times two meters wide it has grown large in size ready to sell. Not everything works out alive.

Another 100 kilograms will be sold on the market. The rest will be divided and cooked together as thanksgiving. They are lucky enough to get a middleman in a short cultivation journey. Because the catfish marketing itself is no less difficult than inviting and moving citizens to participate.

For a moment Yuki let out a sigh of relief that turned agitated. He grabbed his cell phone from his pants pocket. The screen that was a second later lit up looked like an empty house. Silence there is no tweet any notification other than internet quota bonus promo with minimal pulse charging. It was last obtained yesterday afternoon and has not been opened the entire contents of the message until this second.

Keven has been difficult to contact for the past week. It is like being swallowed by the earth. Even the man has rarely bombarded Yuki with a series of short messages that are sometimes laughable. However, Keven usually sends Yuki a good night, but not tonight.

“Times again play pull? Couldn't he suddenly sell expensive to lure love?” guess Yuki with frowning.

“Argh, what the heck is so smart. He was obviously bored. Weak base!” namel Yuki still with a muttering voice. He walked while yelling annoyed.

“Yuki .. help lift pellets. Forgot to be brought in.” Suddenly a shrill voice escaped from the women who were busy compiling buckets of catfish sorting. Suddenly Yuki turned the bow, rushing towards the last place where the fish feed should be placed.

‘You're fine, right?’ The sentence was unexpectedly spoken in Yuki's mind. Repeated echoes interspersed with diverse arguments. Wrestling up to the feared level immediately reflected on a sack of fish feed that lived a quarter of its contents.

“Jelek ngeselin,” said Yuki spontaneously while smiling obliquely. It seemed like tonight her sleep would be disturbed again, that was Yuki's guess.

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Geck.

Geck.

Geck.

“Yuki, it's noon!”

Loud calls and strong knocks echoed behind the tightly shut door. Tease Yuki who is sleeping with her mouth gaping. Freeing saliva flows thinly through the corners of the lips that are clenched quickly because of a jerk in shock.

Yuki was wrong. Throwing darted. The tired body chooses to sleep. Without living the dreamland. Now the eyes that blink slowly must welcome the morning that went by noon.

“What?! The misery!! Ouch, gardener ... geez, geez,” Yuki chattered furiously while clutching the phone that just lit up. He immediately ran to open the door. It nearly crashed into the figure that was about to knock once more.

“Do not diablery. There was a phone call, he said people from the garden came afternoon.”

“Seriously, Brother? Thank goodness ... dizziness my head stands up suddenly,” Yuki said with weakened legs. He deliberately throws himself, leaning limp as if not boned. Instantly then stick the cheek on the cold wall. “Pengen sleep again. Very tired ... does not work?”

“You are using a slide show in the catfish pool. Anyway it's a Sunday, holiday.”

“Hish, no, Brother. I think the pool is haunted. I used to come here early, too, I was in that pool. Surely the waiter feels less beautiful than me. Good thing I'm strong, resilient, so just achy.”

“Morning-morning don't talk satan. Later tonight Sister does not dare to pee alone.”

“Aduh Kakong ngongan peed so mules .. nature call can not be postponed,” chirped Yuki while forcing his lazy body to stand up. A little run to the back of the house. Do not forget to put the mobile phone carried on the kitchen table before sliding into the bathroom to defecate.

I don't know how long Yuki's been imprisoned, he suddenly turns up. The leaves of his ears widened, catching the sound of a cell phone screaming loudly with the strains of a beloved melody.

“Mas Keven?” lirih Yuki while biting her lower lip. Spontaneous catapulting one name that comes to mind.

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