We, Without Me

Ghosting?!!

"Hello, Pa ...."

"You what?! Still not satisfied you came to my house?" papa Gibran's hardik is fierce while pushing a toddler held on to his wife.

"Father!"

Papa Gibran was angry. However the tiny body behind Keven whose unconscious presence suddenly popped out a head, calling out shrillly yet full of emphasis. Success in an instant Papa Gibran's anger immediately soared despite his lips silenced a thousand languages. As a result, the three humans of different ages throw one another with different auras.

“So you go, angry is not clear just to find him?!” accuse Papa Gibran of not liking it.

Yuki, who had only gushed his head, practically stepped forward, standing between Papa Gibran and Keven. He looked at the two men of different ages alternately. Not to answer Papa Gibran's accusation, but to say, "Mas Keven has been to Papa's house? When's? You really want to be a fan of Papa's wife, Mas? Wow cool. But ... I'M IN GHOSTING?!!" The thumbs that had been stretched out in astonishment instantly withered as Yuki's sharp glaring eyes widened.

"LACK OF TEACHING!!"

"Father!!"

Papa Gibran's old hand grabbed onto Keven's collar, clutching tightly in a surprise attack. Sontak Keven suffocated without a fight. He was silent not because he could not resist, just did not want to jeopardize his position in the eyes of the idol.

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“Ssshh,” hiss Keven pretended to grimace in pain. Though he was holding amused because of a soft gust of menthol-flavored on his neck.

“You do now like the charms spread. I'm like dried ear mushrooms in soup, doyan meleyot.”

“Not you have to apologize?”

“Make what?” Yuki stopped rubbing her thumb at Keven's reddened neck, the former collar snare that Papa Gibran pulled.

“Udah accuse me, just now?" reply Keven while pressing the word ‘tadi’ as next to the raised eyebrow. Yuki's finger slowly gets stuck back to her neck.

“Make. Wrong own code want to be a player,” reject Yuki as his hand is pulled tight. Choose to cross and throw away the view.

“Thank you already jealous,” Keven chir suddenly. Wiping the wrath of Yuki's head. Quickly he rushed towards the nearest trash can, throwing away the candy wrapper that Yuki had been hastily eating before blowing a red rash on Keven's neck. Of course, so as not to smell jigong, Yuki thought.

“Ap-what? The jealousy!? Me? No need to fantasize, Mas!”

“Udah afternoon, Ki.”

“Same aja!”

“Iya, same,” sahut Keven relented. “Now want to go home?”

Nodding, Yuki stretched out her hand. Keven's direct reflex welcomes with a tight grip.

“Helm, Mom! Don't want to cross with all.”

“Oh, helmet.” Smirking in embarrassment, Keven loosened his grasp.

"But I brought the bike ..," Keven continued.

"Hish, you're taking a taxi show all so you don't get caught! No use at the end of my nongol nyamperin." Pouting and grunting, Yuki then walked grumpily in front of Keven. “Pocket! The motor seat is overheated.”

Not long ago Keven and Yuki came out of the minimarket area, just drove a few minutes Yuki's phone vibrated and sang cheerfully. Lekas Yuki pat Keven's sturdy shoulder. He pulled over for a moment.

“You have any more problems with my Papa?” Investigate Yuki while grabbing the frustrated bangs. Just this time Papa Gibran was obsessed with terrorizing the news about him, even if he was just asking if he was still with Keven.

Right, Yuki just finished receiving a phone call from Papa Gibran. Not even too long ago, exactly half an hour ago before stopping at the minimarket Yuki has also been informed of the situation that was piggybacked by Keven.

Staring slowly, Keven stared fixedly at Yuki's pair of beautiful eyeballs. “You still don't believe me? I admit that I have been to Papa's house several times. But I'm trying to ask for your parents' blessing. Although you don't want to come back with me. So does Mama ..”

“Yakin not the same caper Papa's wife?” yuki interrupted.

“Truly still don't believe?”

Nodding strongly, Yuki lowered her head in lethargy. “Easy.”

‘I don't want to go back to being a pawn for other women, Yuki's inner’ is saying a word that is said with great difficulty. At first glance it is Keven's sad lyrics that can not be separated from looking at him.

“It’s okay. I'll try harder to make you believe.”

Keven's smile wryly. Inevitably he had to taste bitter trust Yuki who was difficult to achieve. It is wrong to ever put a wound, but still unexpected interaction between himself and Nindy who somehow Yuki saw managed to make Yuki again doubt the love that Keven fought for. Although Keven admitted there was a glimmer of happiness because indirectly Yuki seemed to show his jealousy.

“What does this mean you want to accept me?”

“Maybe ...,” said Yuki deliberately hung. He was deliberately flirting with Keven.

“Udah let's go home. Afraid of going to B" Yuki said again, pulling Keven's arm. “The sky also stopped crying. Now he's starting to be happy. Hopefully no more black clouds.”

Keven looked up. His forehead shriveled at the bright shining sun. ‘When it rains?’

“Do not petrify. Helmet wear. Our way is still super far away,” chirped Yuki disperse the reverie Keven.

According to Keven, wear a helmet that is held. Sitting upholds the motor as the standard is raised.

“Handle.”

“Udah."

“Not so ...” Keven's hand moved backwards, intending to move Yuki's hand that gripped his clothes.

But not according to estimates, Yuki actually brushed aside strongly while saying, "eits, no club modes. Enough of your jacket just hold me.”

“Sama I don't want to, but piggybacked Dimas nempel-nempel,” grumpy Keven scowl with his hands clenched over the thighs.

“Ngarang, very slander. When's Dimas bonceng me? Never again since graduating from college," exclaimed Yuki denied Keven's grumbling.

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Meanwhile, at Keven's booth, but not in the building, Saka looks at the middle of the woman faced. The figure that pushed the baby stroller was clearly smiling lightly at him.

"Your taste is like Keven. It's unfortunate .. lowly."

"It's good that you're conscious" Saka replied casually without looking at the interlocutor.

A moment of Saka's gaze circulated. He turned to the right side of the Keven stall which was not too crowded. Locking the glance at the cool-looking girl sipping a milkshake yet blasting a straight gaze at her, was really sharp and watchful.

"Often too much. Turns out you're pretty self-aware too, Al .. lowly."

In a flash Alia's smile faded, successfully dropped by Saka's wide grin. Yet not showing the slightest aura of anger, Alia clearly laughed meaninglessly.

"Wah ... where is the sweet mouth that likes to seduce? It was so bad to stay away from me. Wouldn't we be better off getting back together? Building a family with cute kids, that's not your hope?"

"You're begging me again?”

"Hahaha .. not me, but you, Saka. You need me."

"Alia-Alia .. You are not tired of being convinced? Cease to. You'll just get hurt. We better forget that we used to be friends and like each other. Yes, although maybe actually my sincere feelings you never returned."

"Why? I just want to see your lives. Without me it's really messed up, right?"

"Like it you want to think of our lives as like how. He is actually happier without you. Go, go! Take care of your own life and take responsibility for Rezvan."

"I was pregnant when we got married" said Alia suddenly stopped Saka's new steps to turn around.

"Enough, Al! You were pregnant before we even got married!”

"Ah, so you know? But I was pregnant when we got married."

Turning back, Saka looked at Alia in despair. "You crazy? Ask his father to take responsibility. Why do you think I and Keven live?!"

"Because you and Keven are her father. What am I looking for for another? I just have you guys. Can you just let me be alone?"

"Bodo very!”

“You can be good with that little fellow, but not with my son?”

Instantly the sound of a slap echoed. Screaming of anger. Surprised the sleeping baby in the stroller and another baby in a sling that hurriedly cupped his tiny face.

"Sorry, Om, that's Kak Yuki's seat," the teenage girl grumbled with a breath of emotion. Looking fiercely at the woman who pacified the people. Then shown the phone screen lit up with a short message snippet from the name 'Kak Yuki'.