We, Without Me

Jengkol Semur

“You ...”

“What?” ketus Yuki cuts off Keven's speech. Fierce slicing while throbbing and crossing hands in front of the chest. Right, the two of them no longer joined hands. We both walked to the parking lot.

Shaken, Keven exhaled slowly. His anger was instantly extinguished. He began to convince himself that the chatter of the two girls was just pleasantries without contents. Although it still manages to ignite emotions.

Meanwhile Keven believes something is wrong, but it remains a mystery what his mistake was. But it was definitely not triggered by Yuki's momentary emotions because the moon came. 11 Days have passed since their last meeting.

“You like same girl short hair?” Suddenly Yuki's voice echoed like it was introgating. Highlight a quick glance and look out radiated sharply from a pair of eyeballs that occasionally circulate. Surprisingly enough, the frenzy around it is dominated by short-haired women from the style of a boat to a bold bob cut.

“Ng ...” Tilting his head, Keven deliberately cut off his words. Examined Yuki's expression that looks serious, full of probing and accusing questions. The fine wrinkles on Keven's forehead are growing. Both of his eyebrows were even barely clinging to one another due to shrinking.

“So you don't like?” asked Yuki again with eyes narrowing.

Suddenly the danger radar seemed to buzz loudly in Keven's ears. He is practically confused as well as a dilemma on the question without cause from Yuki.

“So much,” ketus Yuki while throwing a look at the blue sky. Absenting the clump of black clouds that tucked away moved slowly.

Actually the afternoon air towards the afternoon was cold refreshing. But Yuki was hot. It was quite natural that he had just come out of a large super quality cooled building plus was irritated without any clarity.

Flashback.

The smell of the sea is thick. The smell seemed to stick to the fragrance mixed with perfume and sweat in the crop top shirt that Yuki was wearing. Vague sensations of sweet, wry and salty dominate each other when Yuki end the collar of his shirt.

“Hot,” complained Yuki when she had just set foot under the scorching sun, rowing clear skies in the morning that had been heating up. Spontaneous Yuki flicked the unbuttoned oversized shirt was vigorous. But the cold can not beat the sun.

“Neng, less two rebu.”

“Eh, yes, Sir .. sorry.” Smirking in embarrassment, Yuki was clearly shocked by the voice on her right side. Rush he rogoh a piece of money two thousand from a sling bag. Raising hands thrusting shortcomings of angkot payments that have just been raised.

Then wordlessly Yuki left with carefree steps. Occasionally running interspersed with small leaps. Sometimes greet the trees and the insects that ignore them as if they have become old friends.

Yuki deliberately took a detour. Stop for selfies. Not just once, but dozens of shots.

But in a flash Yuki's smile faded. He walked backwards, lowering his body. Sneaking with a sharp gaze can not be separated from a pair of different types of humans who look cool in a conversation.

Unknowingly Yuki squeezed an indignant bag that was tote. He valves the teeth tightly while scowling dislike. I don't know why Yuki wants to be a spy.

“Whose name?” yuki muttered while squinting. “Not Alia, but those smiles. How suspicious ... who the hell is it?!”

Yuki's head pokes only half of the face from behind the side wall of the most marginal building. He seemed familiar in the posture of the shoulder-haired woman in front of Keven. But it is 100 percent believed not to be Alia. No doubt Yuki frowned while twisting his brain.

“Similar ngesot in clinic Mas Dion. But time ... hey, not possible. It could be a regular customer who happens to be similar aja.” Chuckling blankly, Yuki shook his head dismissing his guess. Instantly he leaned back while crouching and holding his left chest when Keven almost stared right at his hiding place.

Seconds.

Two seconds.

Yuki slowly returned to peeking.

Deg.

“Not really this.” Yuki shook her head again. His mind was empty but his lips were smiling bitterly. “My love dies but in other girls' drugs, smile?! I swear ... Why am I upset? Sultry!!”

The morning heat was apparently not as hot as the blaze in Yuki's eyes. Baranya is even left fumigating jealousy that Yuki does not want to admit.

Off Flashback.

“Bekiicoot ...” A loud sound that has the potential to break the eardrum is long. Delivered loudly thanks to the help of the wind that blows in the same direction. Who else would have owned that vote if it wasn't Dimas.

The young man who was galloping ended up embracing Yuki with a hint of crabbing that even seemed indifferent to Keven's presence and people's curious gazes. He focused on channeling happiness mixed with annoyance at the new friend can be found. Not only to the extent of the embrace, Dimas also snapped accompanied by an exasperation at the top of Yuki's head.

“Argh!! Bego tweet, off!” yuki shouted while rebelling. Pushing with the palm of the hand right against Dimas' face. Immediately Dimas' body staggered backwards. Certainly not because of Yuki's encouragement, but rather the rough pull that Keven gave in Dimas's collar.

Placed.

“Badness!” yuki's curse has just landed a jolt on Dimas' forehead. For a moment he stretched the neck muscles that were shocked due to Dimas.

As for Keven, it clearly rewarded a cynical look at Dimas. He stood in a position ready to block any form of attack Dimas, the young man who briefly stuck out a mocking tongue.

“Wah-wah, wah .. do not know thank-you this boy. Udah ngabarin suddenly, do not bring souvenirs, even now playing a flick. I'm not gonna give you Aunt Lauritz!" threaten Dimas with a wide grin as his chin raised haughtily.

"Have a son! Aunt Liz must be cooking for me, right?!"

“You who? Wasted children do not need to make me eat. Sono left no longer to go home. It has been removed from tuyul.” list

“Idiih, he's the one who's the side dish's mistress. Where's my poisoned quarry?!” said Yuki sewot with an impatient looking hand.

“Di motor. Take yourself. Diligent times want me to go everywhere.” The sentence may refuse, but Dimas's footsteps instead lead to the ranks of the iron chairs outside the Self-service.

“Cuit slacker,” sneer Yuki while following Dimas.

“Bekicot slow!” reply Fierce Dimas.

“KHEM-KHEM!!” dehem Keven is strong. Really testing the patience of being between two fraying creatures. Keven is jealous of Yuki and Dimas' closeness despite the friendship.

Looking back, Dimas developed a smile. “Batuk Bang? Garuk, hehe ...,” said Dimas. He roared sinlessly while practicing pouncing style, not scratching.

“Ck .. lebay,” muttered Yuki while rolling his eyeballs lazily, almost ejected along with Dimas' speech.

“Nih,” said Dimas suddenly while offering a bag of dolphin food from Aunt Lauritz, owned by Rian, Ara's sister.

“Says on motor. A lot of bacots, Cuit. Indiscriminate again in staying gini. What about cat digondol?” Instead of being grateful, Yuki protested.

“Udah brought still ngomel. Kirain lives on the island where her lips are left, it turns out the same as rags rombeng. Take it! Don't eat time rode ro-ro. Do not spread the pollution of the struggle.”

"Need to underline now I'm riding a speedboat. Will not be able to barge feet while ngunyah beautiful kayak ro-ro ride. I didn't go back there anyway. I'm going to see Papa tomorrow. That's why I want to take the bike in Nita," said Yuki happily while shaking the motorcycle keys in front of the face without realizing Keven's glaring gaze.

As Yuki said, the next day the girl had already waded through the long road under the scorching sun. Stopped several times to refuel and of course the hull is rumbling. Despite that, Yuki remains happy that she will soon be able to meet Papa Gibran. No matter what, he was tired and sweat the size of a durian every time he stopped at a red light.