We, Without Me

Our Destiny

For Yuki rather than angry excited now he chose silence despite the turmoil. Admittedly sometimes he is overreacting. But all because of the feeling of vigilance that slowly became restlessness. Unfortunately that principle will not apply to this one problem, or maybe Yuki has failed to apply.

“You ...”

“Not, not me. I don't know if he's still here.”

“Still? So you know Alia's here? Or maybe I'm out of your house .. I swear it's not funny that you're still kayaking secretly. Just so you know, I'm scared!” scour Yuki while pushing Keven's chest with her right index finger. Though Yuki consciously admits it is not her right to forbid Keven from meeting Alia.

“Saka who told me.”

“It's my last day here. You fuck me stay!”

Pallid, Keven hurriedly blocked Yuki's footsteps who was about to turn away. “Between Alia and I are done, not what you think!" firmly Keven while holding the shoulder of the pouting girl in front of him.

“Bener!?” Crossing his hands in front of his chest while squealing sharply, Yuki looked fixedly at Keven who nodded rapidly repeatedly.

“Iya.”

Retreating and dodging Keven's range, Yuki scooped up as much air as he could. “Observe you if you're lying! Not that I want to break your friendship, but we're different. Now you stay here. Don't show yourself one bit. Until I see your nose stump!?” threatening Yuki with fierce glittering eyes, her thumb moved slowly scraping her own neck as if affirming a deadly slash.

Lekas Yuki pushed Keven behind the red shoots tree, passing wordlessly leaving Keven. Inevitably the man regressed his steps with his eyes fixed on Yuki's back that moved across the street. At once he froze worriedly, but hurriedly twisted his body and moved the original parked motor, obviously because Yuki suddenly turned his head while squeaking sharply.

‘So much,’ said Yuki in the heart after sipping a quarter glass of original squeezed orange ice without added sweetener. Continuing to flap the strands of hair that fell covering the cheeks due to the wind.

“Can I give you advice?” alia said as she leaned over while folding her hands on the iron-legged plastic table. “Do not interfere and go quietly.”

“Cih,” decih Yuki amused while tilting her head and reviewing a thin smile.

“At least give me money. Do not usually tell to leave Mas Keven but use your own costs. Yes, I want to be told here and there continue to be poor myself. Brother Alia this is weird.” Yuki's gurgle with a trivial laugh.

“Terus why? Not a big deal to you, is it? You can still chase other established men, like you did to Keven. You are not me who really needs Keven,” said Alia flat. He commented a thin smile while dropping a weak spotlight on the baby who was staring cheerfully at Yuki.

Suddenly the girl who tried to put on a cruel look was occasionally smiling sweetly when she turned her eyes away. How can Yuki ignore the imitation of a baby boy who starts chattering is not clear in his stroller. For a moment Yuki missed Angga.

“Oh I know ..” Yuki suddenly clapped his hands briefly before returning to say, “wrinkles Kak Alia increased, deserved so not care. So do not like to get angry, it will get old quickly. Yes even though Alia's sister did lose young to me."

“Free talk to little kids like you.”

Without Yuki noticing Keven had already crossed the road, standing still behind the pine tree, peeking with caution. For a long time he tried to eavesdrop on the conversation of two women under the large umbrella of a set of garden chair tables.

“Pak Boss don't go there?” whispered someone who suddenly took a peek with Keven.

Humped while holding his chest, Keven stared cynically at the figure behind him. “Ngapain are you here? Work!” ketus Keven with low intonation.

“Eh, i-iya .. come, sir." Nodding clumsily, the figure carrying the empty tray also ran small in a hurry back to the booth.

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“Udah angry?”

“Keep why pout?”

“Indeed I pout?” yuki asked with a frown that Keven immediately embraced.

“Mas Keven nyebelin!”

‘Why am I wrong again?’ inner Keven was confused while scratching his temple. A second later gulped the mineral water in a half-living bottle, the rest of Yuki drank.

“I'm just trying to be honest. My life was as chaotic as it was when you chose to leave. Anyway, I don't want to be thanks to Alia, I can get you. I was just thankful for him, nothing more. You are jealous, huh?” Keven ventured to pinch Yuki's cheek. Spontaneously stopped the gaping mouth that was about to devour the shrimp crackers.

“So I survived your slaughter, right?” great-grandson Keven imbued his speech. Successfully pulled the sebald glances and lips of the manyun Yuki. Keven's reflex turned his head in the opposite direction, poking his lips together so as not to make any more noise.

“I'm angry, sebel, kesel, want to giggle, want me to crush you like this cracker.” Yuki sighed desperately at the deliberately decapitated sentence, “... but dear.”.

Choking on his saliva, Keven turned his head spontaneously. Those slow-moving eyes suddenly popped wide for a moment.

“What I feel is still the same.”

Yuki looked up at the wisp of clouds in the blue sky. Explain when the sun will appear after a thick white cloud moves further. While the shrimp crackers in the hand went back in the plastic, lying on the empty side of the occupied long chair.

“It turns out my heart stays flowery. My heart was still pounding harder when I met you. But sometimes it hurts or maybe I'm afraid. Surprisingly what I feel a thousand times better could be as easy as it being replaced with one a thousand times better. Why can't you replace it?”

Believe me Yuki's heart is pounding. His voice shakes. Hands clenched tightly over the thighs act as emotional controllers. He wanted to cry, not out of sadness. But I don't know what emotion is gnawing.

While the shade of Keven is dewy. His chest was tight, but not painful. He was stuck, but did not suffer. Keven trembled reaching for a pair of cold Yuki palms. If the laughter is not shackled by regret, maybe Yuki has been invited to dance around in a deck.

But now, Keven is waiting for talks that seem unresolved. While Yuki was silent without a fight, he tried to lower his eyes on the children playing the slide, their laughter was very funny.

“You know how nice I was to see you in front of the restaurant back then? Ah, she turned out to be this good, that's what came to my mind. I think I want to know a close-knit. But why did I say we've met? You even look ordinary. It doesn't really matter, does it? Because I'm just a stranger.”

Yuki chuckles. His lips developed a wide smile. But the girl's clear eyes glazed over. Slowly he again said, “sadly a stranger to you at that time had fallen in love. I fell in love with lemon tea. Though many loh men who chase me, young leaves all over again.”

Swallowing his saliva with great difficulty, Keven involuntarily chuckled along. He was clearly laughing at the luck that had been wasted. Her inner vibration recalled an old story that was so bitter.

"Because our destiny is indeed together" said Keven in a hoarse voice.

"Destiny? I don't know .. which I remember foolishly I still want to fight, hoping that one day you will see me. Not much, just a little. Until I finally found out, you are not worth it to fight. Those of you who cannot appreciate my efforts do not deserve me. But I'm too heavy to take you off. Yeah, up to the point I've had another heartbreak and it's hard to accept everything."

Keven. He bit his lower lip furiously, of course at himself. While his hand remained tightly clasped Yuki's hand which was slowly trying to break free. But to her surprise, Yuki did not leave. He rubbed Keven's back gently.

“Ciyee, melow, want to cry huh? Hehe .. I've been seeping. Need tissue. I want to fall." Yuki's raucous voice suddenly interjected merrily interspersed with a strong pull of liquid on the flushed nose.

Shaking with a soft sigh, Keven hurriedly took off his shirt. "Wear this."

Unceremoniously, Yuki immediately grabbed Keven's shirt. Throw away the clear fluid that fills the nasal cavity.