We, Without Me

Boss Ma

Mentari still peeked thinly in the eastern horizon. The light is light through the fog. But it has not been able to warm the earth that Yuki. Even the dew grain has not completely disappeared from the surface of the foliage and blooming flowers.

“Mistake me,” muttered Yuki softly with one hand rubbing her arm firmly. Immediately he turned on the mobile phone that was held. Walking back and forth while occasionally sighing furiously.

“Bu Boss?”

Climbing in shock until staggered backwards, Yuki widened his eyes. Instantly he turned his body back, looking at the figure who was smiling widely.

Plaque.

Landing a light blow, Yuki snorted bitterly. “Hish, make a startle aja.”

“Aduh, sorry, Mrs Bos.”

“Sstt! Mrs Boss farting. Don't be weird, Sis!” Turning her eyeballs lazily, Yuki throbbed.

A moment later Yuki shook her head slowly while commenting on the friendly smile on the woman who had just been called ‘Kak’. The figure who became friends when he used to work at Keven restaurant.

Immediately without realizing Yuki was immersed in the busyness that is actually not a task let alone his obligation. The brief meeting that continued in the small talk made Yuki encouraged to dig up a lot of information about how Keven had been in recent times. As a result, Yuki now knows if the man who did not tell much was apparently up, even slumped and mired in a pit of abundant debt.

“Brush to be beautiful. Potatoes glowing shining shimmering splendid, ho ho ho ho.. okay, another one sliding,” chirped Yuki while lifting the last potato to be cleaned. Brushing the part that is attached to dirty soil. Washing under the tap water flows until particles as big as dust are shed.

Not forgetting Yuki interspersed with a cheerful song that should not be asked as beautiful as what the melody was, obviously very discordant. But no one dared to rebuke. All just resigned to the surprising morning entertainment, but also very fun.

Currently the small kitchen behind the main room that is usually filled with busyness in the silence of two Keven employees was turned boisterous. Yuki's sound waves whirled around and banged out echoes that were sometimes belittled by the ruckus and light beatings. Lucky not to echo out when the closed connecting door was opened.

“I'm not interrupting your work, am I?”

“No dong,” said the two people who simultaneously turned towards Yuki.

“So faster, but afraid Mr. Boss is angry,” chirps one of the men imbue his words.

Keep in mind, three people who work at a simple store owned by Keven is a long-time employee of Lux Fantasy who decided to follow Keven. Of course they were unemployed because they did not get a new job. However, it is still quite lucky because it finally got a job under the auspices of Keven again, although with an income that is not as large as before.

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“I repeat yes order, Mas. Original potato tornado, two. Corndog mozzarella matcha, one. French fries with cheese sauce, one. Iced matcha boba latte and taro milk tea, one. That right? Do you want to add anything more?”

“No, that's aja.”

“Good. Please wait a minute, Mas.”

Nodding, Yuki followed the footsteps of the man who had just finished the order. Seen approaching a woman who Yuki can guess if the two are married couples. Of course not the origin of guessing, the article a pair of rings that are circular on the ring finger to each other looks similar and harmonious. It felt like Yuki was a little envious.

Shaking a jolt of ambushing envy, Yuki glanced at the wall clock attached. Time seems to have shown at ten. It is still early in the morning, but it can also be said to be midday. But Yuki certainly did not help the work of the three Keven employees. He is forbidden to bother himself.

All is clear on the orders of Keven who has just learned of the whereabouts of Yuki, the girl who turns out since early morning blind to take pains in his booth. Practically Keven wanted to finish his current job immediately. Spur speed and widen the swing of footsteps. Ignoring sweat that pours to wet the shirt worn.

“Sial, stinky,” grumbled Keven after sniffing body odor from his armpit crease. For a moment he flicked the collar of the shirt so that the air infiltrated and cooled the heating body.

The scorching sting of the morning sun was absolutely crazy. The light shines brightly. Burning with malignant smooth skin Keven to redden and feel stiff almost numb in some parts. He who used to drive in a refrigerated car now has to get used to riding a motorcycle wherever he goes to scavenge the coffers of money.

“Mas Keven ..” shouted Yuki while waving. The girl ran over to Keven who stopped near the rambutan tree, far enough away and could not be seen if Yuki was not observant to observe the surroundings.

“Ck! Lebay,” decak Yuki while rolling her eyes lazy.

“I want to see Mama, just called. I grumbled because I didn't stop by right away. He said Papa's rheumatism has not healed,” continued Yuki said while thrusting two strands of tissue that was accidentally brought, but apparently useful for Keven.

“You came here bring your own motor?” keven asked while wiping his nape with Yuki's tissue.

“Iya. But don't ask for the same bike Nita. That's borrow motor Ara.” Designate Yuki on one of the matic motors between the parked motors. “You did yesterday sok said you could pick up. It seems to be busy on its own, right? Not hunted this morning if you ask you to pick up or call Nita to ask for a motorbike. Fortunately, Ara did not bring his old motorcycle after marriage. She also went with her husband. Work also wants to be close to Ayang .. so sweet really, right?”

“So wrong me?” keven asked after summarizing the entire contents of Yuki's speech.

“Indeed if not you who is wrong? Me?” reply Yuki while pointing at herself.

“No, you are never wrong. But don't suddenly like this again, don't you mean me?” reply Keven with both corners of the lips that are interested in rising. Her stern gaze reminded Yuki of the quite stifling memories.

A night on the waterfront as Keven kneels, asking for a chance to mend the relationship, but Yuki gives him false hope. For no apparent reason suddenly the memory flashed vividly. Instantly pinched Yuki's heart.

Had he not been too hurt and destroyed by reality, could it be that they could still be fine?

“Ngak,” shrewd Yuki while shaking her head slowly and closing her eyes at a glance.

Frowning, Keven parroted at a word Yuki said. “Ngak?”

“Oh, yes? Ah, no-no .. Come on, go to Mama's house. I was asked to take you home. You naughty rarely go home, make Mama think,” said Yuki quickly. He who had responded to Keven's words had passed away. Leaving Keven who did not take a look at Yuki.

While Yuki had run small towards Keven's booth. Slow down when walking behind the mini bar table. Crouch down to pick up a helmet placed on one of the empty tool racks.

‘What are you daydreaming about, Ki?’ keven minded while looking straight at every move of Yuki.

For a moment Keven was overwhelmed with emptiness before an idea flashed through his mind. Rebellious smile and narrowed eyes adorn the twinkle of the face of the man who was lethargic. Gegas Keven started the engine, drove slowly and parked in front of his store.

"So I'll take you here again?" yuki asked with a frown. His eyes were shining sharply suspiciously. "You want the boncery mode, right? My why! I was just that to the point. No mempan loh modusin people who do not like the mode. Your flying hours are losing a lot. Ckckck ... Come on, come on, go!"

Scratching his nape that was not itchy, Keven was only able to scowl in embarrassment. He then tried to take control of the motorbike that Yuki had climbed. But unfortunately in an instant Keven's expectations collapsed.

"You ... in the back."

Stuck, Keven stared at Yuki. He seemed to be trying to digest the meaning of Yuki's short words that were honestly understood.

"Old yes you. I'm the boncer. You sit in the back," Yuki said straightforwardly and firmly. Sounds pretty impatient.

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