We, Without Me

A Different Familiar

“Thanks, C. I will change, but sorry can not be as soon as.”

“Seat. If less say.” Nod Saka while pulling a cigarette. Thinly clamp the sweet-tasting foam tip in the left corner of the lip. With a shrewd look his left palm turned into a shield from the fire that came out through a transparent lighter filled with red liquid.

White smoke billowed out from Saka's mouth. The smell of burning tobacco also revealed Keven's sense of smell. Keven's reflexes shook his hands in front of his face.

“Lo asked for Yogi?” saka asked while twisting his chin.

“Udah. He said his business would be difficult. The evidence just cornered me,” Keven replied lethargicly. In fact, all the evidence actually shows that there is no coercion in the transfer of assets that occurs. Even without Keven realizing it, he seemed to approve of all the scheming game behind his former confidant.

“If you can't take it again, sincere. Maybe it's time we try new things,” said Saka lightly.

“Gue is really sorry about LF.”

“It’s okay. All the employees they throw away need severance. Don't want it to go back to your responsibility. Many have to pay in addition to losses from embezzlement of operational money, the same fine of occult debt that suddenly swells. Besides, I have been out of hand for a long time from LF, so you do not have to feel guilty like it's to me.”

“There is also hard work lo, there is no way I can escape that aja.”

“Iya, I mean lo, Kev. But next time if need anything do not hesitate to say I.”

Keven just nodded at Saka's words. He seemed to agree even though his heart clearly refused. Keven certainly hopes to make his own money without having to borrow again to Saka.

Please note that all branches of Keven's restaurant have changed hands. He was betrayed and deceived. Even the impact Keven had to sell the Lux Fantasy, of course it was with the permission of Saka who had actually long since released ownership of the restaurant to a Keven.

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Byrrs …

“High water rose,” chirps of the man standing next to the open tub car. His eyes explored observing the condition of the ship's car deck with busy hands fixing the cargo safety rope ties. After that he immediately rushed back to the top deck. For a moment those sharp eyes circled, looking for the figure of the girl who went with him.

“Sleep?”

Frowning with one eye peeking, Yuki shook her head weakly at the man who had just poked his arm. “Can't sleep. The sea is very sensitive to me. Every boat ride is always high wave,” complained Yuki while curled up on the passenger seat of the ro-ro ship. Bending the knee in a sideways position with the eyes closed trying to hold the throbbing at the temple.

“The seasickness is not shaken?” yuki asked suddenly while confirming her sitting position.

“Ask later the catfish, he is seasick or not.”

“Idih, am I crazy to wear sea-sick catfish or not?!” ketus Yuki with a cynical glaring eye that was only responded to with a slow pang of weirdness.

“Search for Sister Anna? To the toilet,” Yuki said without waiting for the answer of the figure who dyed to his right.

Moments later Yuki stretched her hands straight up with pursed lips that trembled to hold her mouth wide. But his watery eyes immediately sparkled when he heard that soon the ship would arrive at the port.

“Yes, just a moment later the catfish landed.” Clenching her hands in front of her chest excitedly, Yuki was pounding impatiently.

This is not the second delivery to City B, but it is the third time. Slowly but surely the results of cultivation done by Yuki and his colleagues can penetrate catfish traders on a small to medium scale. It is even struggling to enter middlemen in large markets and restaurant businesses. Of course all that again can not be separated because of the help of Keven.

“Say soon ... already can run out 10 rice packs also not up.”

“Maybe because of the high waves so difficult to lean," said Anna, a woman who happened to go using the same ship as Yuki for the purpose of City B.

Nodding assent, Yuki was only able to sigh resignedly. He was ready with a big bag and a bag of souvenirs that were lined up. But unfortunately the boat is still adrift difficulty approaching the conveyor.

Practically Yuki is reluctant to enter the car that prepares to get out first when the ro-ro boat ramp door is lowered. The cool and somewhat humid atmosphere was very stifling in the car deck area with the roar of the vehicle beginning to reconnect. The transparent smoke plume of carbon monoxide gas from the exhaust pierced Yuki's respiratory organs, like a poison that was ready to suffocate at any time.

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“Stop-stop, Bang!” yuki said while patting her own thigh.

"Why, Ki?" ask the man who just pulled over the car, but ignored Yuki who had jumped out, run away like a squirrel caught stealing rambutan.

“Nimpossible ... on sale?” Shuffling strongly while biting her lower lip, Yuki observed the familiar building across the street that looked completely different.

Yuki twirled her body. Showing the view in all directions. Scanning every highly recognizable corner even if it has not been passed for more than half a year.

Yuki couldn't possibly forget. The building is getting bigger and bigger. It is not called Lux Fantasy. Moreover, the plants on the right side of the building, the place where Keven once compressed Yuki's sprained legs, all turned full of concrete.

Yuki glanced at the transparent glass display case that showcases various types of clothing with various models. He forcefully swallowed the saliva past the choked esophagus. For a moment held the base of his heated forehead. Yuki could not believe what was plastered before his eyes.

Whether what feeling Yuki should describe, he was only annoyed that Keven did not offer it in the least. Although Yuki realizes he is no one else to Keven. He is only an ex-wife, as Yuki often mentions to Keven.

Not yet exhausted Yuki's shock, suddenly the chatter from the front of the car teased the hearing. Spontaneous Yuki's brain immediately mentions one name even though he doesn't see who is speaking. Yuki was standing right behind the car.

“Tumben alone?”

“Sama Yu-”

“My partner, not alone,” said Yuki cut off Keven's interlocutor. The man in a tee shirt and knee-length pants looked aghast until he took a step back.

“You ...,” said Keven hanging with a fluffy smile. The look on his tired face immediately beamed.

“You home? This is serious you?” keven said again as he approached Yuki.

Honestly, Keven just accidentally saw a recognizable open-air car. He never thought he would find Yuki's return. His mind was too tired to realize the beloved girl was standing behind the car.

While Yuki did not know if Keven pulled over a little distance in front of the car. He was too focused on putting on the face of a million questions while looking straight at the silent witness of their second meeting.

Thawing, Yuki piqued cynically at Keven. “Not! The devil! It's me.”

“Reacted to you.” Nodding, Keven gently patted the top of Yuki's head with a slight swipe.

“Iya,” ketus Yuki short. But in an instant, Yuki's nostrils reflect off fireworks as her eyes bulged sharply. “Wait .. means you said I'm a demon, so?! I swear, you're so sweet! Wicked!”

Shuffling slowly, Keven reviewed a faint smile. He then returned to talk to the man who is usually found in the process of buying and selling catfish. For a moment Yuki seemed to be neglected, but know Keven still occasionally glanced at Yuki who silently listened.

“Since when did you use the motor?” chirp Yuki in front of Keven, separate bulkhead in the form of a transverse motor body. The girl subconsciously followed a few steps Keven turned toward a motorbike.

Looking at her with slightly widened pupils, Keven forgot, Yuki doesn't know about how she is right now. The car was no longer his own, sold to cover the shortfall from the termination penalty that had to be paid. Although it was not a mistake that he intentionally made.

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