We, Without Me

The Shortness that Presents Laughter

‘Here I think my love struggle will bear sweet fruit. If this eye could penetrate into the future, peek at our story that is as chaotic as the scratches of an orange cat.’ Yuki muttered softly while gnawing listlessly.

Huuff..

Sighing deeply, Yuki squeezed her fingers resting on her thighs. ‘It turns out it's hard to kidnap the contents of your heart.’

“Sorry, Ma'am, this we continue the trip again no?”

Climbing from her own daydreams and murmurs, Yuki again let out a long sigh, straightened his back and turned his head to the taxi driver's words. “Eh, yes Sir. Almost forgot me.. Ha?? His argo is really that sir?” Swallowed with a wide open mouth that freezes, eyelids that were lazy to be rubbed now seem reluctant to clenched.

“Bener, Mbak.” That short answer made Yuki sigh even more disappointed. The wallet will grow thinner, not the thickness of the thinning, but the accumulation of a depleting amount of funds.

“Excellent cost 240 thousand 900 rupiah.” Yuki muttered softly, leaning back weakly.

“Mbak almost half an hour daydreaming.” Reply to the driver who was apparently still able to hear the sound of Yuki muttering.

“Maybe if I don't call my windfall more smoothly.” The impact again while deflecting the vehicle to the left of the road at the intersection.

“Not getting smoother, Sir. But my father will give me a debt notebook, complete with the same thumbprint stamp with lipstick.” Seloroh Yuki's origin, where maybe he will owe the cost of a taxi. It is better to go down and walk than to embarrass yourself and complicate the windfall of others.

“There's this Mbak. So this continues until the terminal right mbak?”

“Iya, Sir.” Yuki replied quickly, waiting impatiently to get to the bus terminal. It was like to quickly get to his parents' house, asking for Mama and Papa's hugs that were quite difficult to get.

Unfortunately, Yuki's hopes were not immediately granted. Evidently, Yuki now has to withstand sleepiness while keeping her luggage quite a bit.

Picking up his head while widening his eyelids, Yuki shook his head quickly and originally, dispelling the sleepiness that continued to beat up. Yuki's head was slightly throbbing, probably other than being sleepy was also the effect of the previous crying that Yuki had done during the trip home to her in-laws.

“Excuse Mas.”

“I-Yes.?”

‘Lah surprised him.’ Yuki muttered slightly to smile. If those who jerked in shock to the misbehaviour nearby Dimas, must be very exciting to judge him, so thought Yuki on a strange figure that looked ambiguous.

“City S destination bus really leaves at eleven tonight huh?” Yuki asked without asking about the destination of the stranger he was asking. Yuki had caught the fretful feeling of someone who continued to stare at the bus lane towards Kota S, just as he was not discouraged by staring at the arrival and departure path of the bus from the still deserted City S.

“Iya, Ma'am. Clock eleven.” The answer was clear, straightforward, short and no-nonsense which only Yuki was awkwardly subscribed to.

The two foreigners are now back to their original condition, silent without any more talk. There is no introduction or continuation of pleasantries that are actually not important, even when the time of departure comes the two are already blending in with new people who are certainly just as foreign.

‘When I was alone, I never imagined catching up with Mama and Papa. Too good to fall and wait for them to have time for me. Now when my status is already someone's wife, I even catch up with them because I feel alone.’ Yuki muttered while engraving his index finger on the glass of the inter-City bus.

Hugging tightly the sling bag containing his entire treasure, closed his eyes that occasionally reopened from being unsettled. Although beside her was only an old lady, it was okay for Yuki to be a little wary. It can be terrible if his innate wild imagination is deprived while sleeping actually occurs.

The sound of the tire squeaking as the brake lever was pulled caught Yuki's attention. The staggered body rests its right hand on the passenger seat in front of it. Looking around, Yuki realized that she had to get off to change buses again.

Although Yuki's departure this time is the first time, but Yuki knows enough about what to do. There were already directions and travel paths that he could learn first.

“Sick all my body. If you get on a plane for a while it must have arrived.” Yuki complained while stretching her body. The bones in his body seemed to be shouting fatigue.

The savings from the monthly allowance that had been accumulated for a long time was enough for Yuki to buy a plane ticket, but if you think about it again it is better to travel that far by bus. Yuki already has a plan to indulge in culinary tourism after being sprayed by the anger of Mama and her Papa.

Yuki sure will not be long he will also be found to have left without saying goodbye from the house of Papa Leigh and Mama Agni. It was impossible for the two in-laws to remain silent when they found out Yuki was not home and could not be contacted.

So confident was Yuki, but in the corner of her heart was whimpering bitterly at the figure who would definitely look for her in a state of heightened emotions and re-scratch the wound for her. Yuki already imagined himself to be blamed for causing trouble from his blurring action. It is wrong, but what if Yuki is fed up with staring at the stone man who until last night still shared a bed with him.

“Morning coffee is not my homemade milk coffee that you drink.” Yuki muttered while swallowing her saliva, she was thirsty, but seeing the milk coffee that had just been served made Yuki remember the habits of the husband.

Sipping a bottle of mineral water with eyes that occasionally glanced at a simple stall, Yuki was waiting for the last bus that would take her to the last stop. It was 3am and he was already very sleepy. If only in that terminal there was a yawning race, perhaps Yuki would fall into the top yawning category.

“Often this hour you wake up, your eyes are still closed but the way to the bathroom never crashes. Every night I pray that you fall down and you are still safe, maybe because that's your room yes.” Yuki said softly alone, smiling foolishly until almost thought a new madman.

“Hish!! What the hell thought of that guy!” Yuki said annoyed while stomping her feet, squeezing a bottle of used drink that was still faithfully grasped by the right hand.

‘YUKI MINDFUL.!!’ Bathing Yuki screamed, despite not making a sound, but it was clear that Yuki was churning violently against the invisible piercing feeling in his mind.

Silent with her eyes tightly closed, the veins on the temples protruding, the forehead shrinking and the jaw hardening, Yuki tried to ease her hunting breath. Wrestling violently with a painful longing feeling that was as strong as he could throw.

The shadow of the meeting that Yuki had deliberately made Yuki regret her actions in the past. If and if only it were a word that kept repeating itself in Yuki's mind. Just an ordinary word that had a sharp and poignant meaning hurt the deepest recesses of the heart.

Waving her legs back on a blue bus, Yuki smiled bitterly at the memories that were turning back. Wanting to cry spills the tightness that brings laughter, but Yuki was too embarrassed to see the appearance of his sliced eyes.

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