
A narrow, steel-walled room with a flowing shower shuts Yuki in. He was inside there hurriedly rubbing his entire fold. The hidden camera shadow doesn't go away scaring Yuki. Although it has been examined repeatedly before the action of bathing, but still the anxiety haunts him.
Chequek.
“Seger ... Change there, Is!” While rubbing her wet hair with a milk-brown towel, Yuki puts her chin on Ismi. Now it is Yuki's turn to be the doorman as long as Ismi refreshes her sticky body smelling of sweat.
For a moment Yuki played her fingernails to ward off boredom. Occasionally the girl's legs were rhymed rhythmically while looking at the public bathroom door of the ro-ro ship that was still tightly locked. It turned out that the waves and the noise of the ship's engine only sounded loud from the narrow bathroom.
“Eating boiled noodles kayaknya delicious,” Yuki murmur accompanied by light decapan. His saliva was already welling up under his tongue.
Yuki immediately circulated his gaze, peeking at a place resembling a mini bar at the end of the middle deck of the ship. Not too far. Only need to pass through a few rows of passenger seats that are permanently lined up.
The plot!
“Anj- .. Brash! Pain bele!” yuki's curse while holding his forehead. He seemed to feel dejavu at the death of Ismi's slender index finger.
“Ndreamamun. I've run out until I don't realize .. Did you see what was there? Cogan?” cerocos Ismi rubs her hair. Similar activities that Yuki had also done.
“Bring money no? I want to buy boiled noodles. After the shower so hungry.”
Sighing softly, Ismi shook her head while poking her lips. “Mana bring. The intention is to rotate around the bathroom until here just for a shower, not jajan.”
“Yaaah .. Must take money first deh.” Drooping down the listless Yuki stepped gontai followed by Ismi.
“Atau gini aja... You wait there let me take my money? Let it not be long .. But later change!” bargain Ismi with Yuki who is clearly Yuki agreed.
Without waiting for long after the thumb was shuffled and the head nodded rapidly, Yuki left her dirty clothes pouch for Ismi to bring to their chair. While himself had propped up the chin on the folded hand on the bar table.
While standing and tapping the toe covered in slipper slippers to the floor, Yuki was quite anxious if Ismi arrived late. Can be ashamed of himself if he can not directly pay 2 servings of boiled noodles along with warm instant pull tea.
“Bang, black coffee sachet is one huh?!” chirp a man on the right side of Yuki.
Both turned his head, the two men's eyes were rubbed with short rounded eyes.
“Loh, how?”
“Eh, Ki?”
The two different types of humans are equally surprised to be found again. The last time they interacted directly when Yuki suddenly had a fever while participating in a free health care activity.
"Mas Dion just got on this? Long time ago that activity ... I never thought I'd see you again."
“Eh, yes ...," Dion replied rather clumsyly, he gasped from his remaining shock. "Actually only 8 days here. But because there was a shortage of medical personnel so the return of several doctors who could stay put on hold, including me. After all, not long ago there was a storm at sea, no ship dared to sail here.”
“Oh so .. Worth a long time, I think why until the long of the activity, even though the info from Pak Camat the opening time of the event at our place of activity is not until the end of this month.” Nodding her head slowly Yuki digested the fact behind the coincidence that was now happening.
"Here are you guys that KKN went home with?" dion asked while positioning his body leaning sideways. His fists next to his hands support the temple with the upper arms perfectly attached to the bar table.
Back nodding his head, Yuki answered briefly without making a sound. The tip of his fingernails tapped gently on the surface of the table, channeling the awkwardness of feeling noticed from the side by Dion.
Yuki is not psyche, but who can calm down when handsome men in the class of Dion stare late with a pose like a model? Errata, her pose may be ordinary, only to look extraordinary when Dion does it.
“Ara also home?” ask Dion suddenly. There was a slight shiver of doubt as the voice chanted a short sentence full of questions.
‘Strouble so Ara .. Could-maybe he did not klepek a year be careful with Mas Dion. In fact, the boy was annexed by Mr. Rava who was in fact the same brother of Mas Dion,’ muttered Yuki in the heart. Comparing the equally beautiful Dion and Rava. Not to mention if you remember the fate of his best friend who became a victim of acute holiness.
‘If ... Heh! What the hell!’ Waving her hands in front of her face, Yuki shooed off a flash of wishful thinking she should not have imagined.
“Why, Ki?”
“Lalat," replied Yuki quickly.
“Tools by boat?” Gnashing his forehead, Dion noticed the surroundings, not a single beast was caught within the radius of Dion's eyes. Maybe if he looked at the vast expanse of the ocean can only see some dolphins that accompany the speed of movement of the ship. But it still did not appear to be a fly that Yuki mentioned.
“Times the flies need a picnic. Hehe ...” Yuki's grinning in response to Dion's question. His ears were reddened with embarrassment at the lips of the ceplas-ceplos that this time was less clever.
“Mas his coffee,” said someone while thrusting a plastic cup of instant black coffee right near Dion. The two transacted with two 5-thousand denominations that Dion took out of his wallet to pay.
“In advance then, Ki,” said to Dion with his friendly smile. Lifting a cup of coffee that reflects smoke while regressing its steps.
“OK, Mas,” replied Yuki who also returned Dion's friendly smile. A second later his heart was broken and realized Ismi had not come back. Though the aroma of special boiled noodles extra half-cooked eggs has made Yuki's nostrils sway nimble.
Turning to the conditions in City B, Keven is now in a frenzy because he just got news about the existence of Saka. It was like Keven went straight to Saka at an address in another City, but Yuki's return counting the hours was impossible for Keven to miss.
You can imagine if Keven will leave will be what their relationship is already collapsed. Keven is a dilemma. On one hand he wanted to immediately drag Saka before Alia, but the other side Keven wanted to be the one to welcome Yuki home.
"Where should this be?!! Shit!!" Pounding and hitting the top of his head in frustration Keven paced around in his room. Though the activity of tidying up a new room half way resolved. Seen on several sides of the room there are additional furniture that is deliberately dedicated to pleasing Yuki.
Keven does not know anything about Yuki, maybe other than family problems, but that does not mean he does not have the opportunity to improve. Although his heart was still doubtful, but he was sure if not willing to let go of Yuki.
But who knows what the story will look like? It could be a relationship like a torn cloth that is perfectly sewn or even vice versa getting damaged.
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The night is getting late. The moon that should have shone brightly was covered in thick clouds. The cold night atmosphere made many bodies shiver because of the strong wind from the sea.
Right at 8 pm the atmosphere of the port area is crowded. The parking lot is crowded with various vehicles. Someone's playing a cell phone. Some are talking to fellow families or strangers to fill the waiting time. Some are just friends of cigarette butts are wasted origin.
"Hwd ... Yuki said 8 o'clock, right, Ma?" asked Keven to Mama Agni nervously. The clock on his wrist is almost hollow because it is too often stared at and tapped with an index finger.
"Say at the earliest until half-hour 9. But Mama thought we came first so that Yuki did not feel sorry waiting," said Mama Agni answered her son's question which was very impatient.
"Still a long time," muttered Keven. He chose to leave the car with his parents who insisted on picking up Yuki. Keven's gontai steps led him towards the bustling cafeteria. She now needs caffeine as a sedative.
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