We, Without Me

Not Him, But I

“Cih ... Your girlfriend?” the guest's cynical chirps are not invited among Yuki, Dimas and Ara.

He found them with a hostile face. Both present wrinkles on the forehead and both eyebrows respectively.

“Means Alia?” ketus Yuki's. Pushing back his chair, he stood up to face Alia. His arms were crossed and his chin raised as if challenging Alia.

“It should be from the beginning he whom you approached. Not after being the wife of people even play with other men,” said Alia half insinuated. Whether he is aware or not if the new sentence spoken from his lips is also appropriate to be used to slap his behavior.

“Tumben Kak Alia sok know and care the same me? Do you realize that I'm someone's wife? Oops, not the wife of a man, but the wife of Mas Keven.” Yuki chuckled in response to Alia's ridiculous-sounding sentence.

“Still mending also Yuki playing the same single, than the same husband people,” sloroh Dimas deliberately floated. Where does he care if other visitors catch his closeness with Yuki as an act of real infidelity.

"The name is also different level, Dim," Yuki chirped with one of her palms as if covering her muttering lips. Obviously just imaging because the sound is actually broadcasted.

“See aja .. I'll make Keven as soon as possible divorce you!” threatening Alia accompanied with a slanted smile grinning.

‘Not her, but I'll be fighting divorce!’ yuki said steadily that only spoken in the heart.

“Kak Alia than nyinyirin I better go home. Again pregnant also why do you want to crawl while nyinyir? Do I need to contact Mas Saka?”

“Do you contact my ex-husband? Anyway this is Keven's son,” cetus Alia puffed her chest. Her hand stroked the rounded belly that was clearly imprinted behind the knee-length dress.

“O-ya?” ask Yuki briefly. His eyes widened aghast at the newly obtained information. As much as Yuki's energy to act as calmly as possible. Do not want to be provoked in the sentence Alia who is not yet clear the truth. Although tightness in the chest squeezes instantly.

Pulling both corners of her stiff lips, Yuki sat herself down. Unable to the leg that squeezes support the weight of his body. His brain tried to deny, but the attention Keven had lavished on Alia seemed to close the denial that Yuki was desperately muttering.

At this time, Yuki's attitude change was very noticeable in the eyes of Dimas and Ara who had been ignited by emotions. But the two hold back due to the code Yuki gave so that his best friend keeps his mouth shut.

“Iya. This is Keven son,” said Alia loud, straightforward and proud.

The trembling hand supported the right side of the face tilted to face Alia. Yuki will not respond with excitement. It was a complete waste of energy even though Yuki honestly wanted to scream in front of Alia's face while grabbing the hair of the older woman.

“Your little kayak will never look attractive in Keven's eyes,” Alia sneered at Yuki. He again grinned widely while pushing Yuki's shoulder with his index finger.

Cracks!

Just now Dimas was about to open his mouth, moving to drive back, but the sound of a fault stopped the action that had not been carried out.

"Break," said Ara casually. His eyes stared at the 15-centimeter-long transparent thin ruler that broke into 2 pieces. For a moment Alia shuddered in horror as her eyes rubbed with the sharp look of Ara's eyes. Alia's reflex recalls the feeling of Ara's slap that had scored a bruise on her lower jaw. Even from being too shocked Alia involuntarily cupped both sides of her own cheeks.

"Geez, Ra ... Next time do not turn the ruler if there is already a natural target," said Dimas while seizing the rest of the fault that is still Ara handheld.

Turning to sit across the table, Yuki scrutinized Ara's scratched forefinger and thumb. "Bloody, Ra, your hand ... Bring no plaster?" yuki panicked.

"There, in the bag. Some are just scratched,” replied Ara flat, her eyes still staring cynically at Alia who looks to rewind her steps.

“Please Aunty if there is no business going now! Do you want to get a crack on his neck? It just so happens that Ara is great. Have you ever been arrested, right? Just now you want to get rid of the sensation of a broken neck," long Dimas cerocos. Seemed quite satisfied when he saw Alia without a word chose to leave.

“Soath is sinful my mouth is fighting old people!” muttering Dimas while rubbing his rumbling chest. His breath was deliberately scooped up and exhaled violently.

“That said Grandma earlier, Ki? Your husband was pregnant with that incarnation?” said Dimas again with anger. He hissed with a nose of flowers not because.

“Entah.” Shrugging her shoulders as if indifferent, Yuki covered her heart that wanted to cry. The more determined he was to separate from Keven.

If Yuki had thought about taking care of everything after the thesis research was over, then now before the new semester opened he would leave the Keven family home.

“Tok me to drop the list as soon as your lawsuit! If it wasn't a girl, I would've joked her bacot!” dimas' orders were firm, his emotions instantly soaring up. Clenching his right hand, Dimas slammed straight into the side as an outpouring of emotion that was not channeled.

Bugh.

Naas, not the air that he boasted.

‘Dead me!’ inner Dimas grimaced. Choked his throat until difficulty swallowing saliva. That clenched hand was still attached to the muscular stomach of a man who was giving off a gripping cold aura.

“Siang, Mr. Rava ..”

The voices of Ara, Dimas and Yuki flowed together, greeting the former Lecturer of the economics faculty who Dimas hit his stomach.

Pulling his clenched hand, Dimas nodded, smiling awkwardly at the figure looking at him as if ready to skin.

Nodding briefly in response to Yuki and Dimas' greeting, the figure called Rava inching to Ara's side. “Darling, already? Said he wanted to do group work.”

“Aah ..” Ara patted her forehead, “untung Mas come rememberin. Forgot, hehe.”

“Your fingers ... Sweetheart wound? There was no plaster yet. Why could it hurt?”

Instantly Yuki who had returned to sit beside Dimas spontaneously looked at each other. Both of them thinned out the contrived smiles, witnessing a purity that would never be accustomed to their consumption, despite having been witnessed many times.

A moment later Yuki patted Dimas' thigh beside him. It was not him who was stared cynically by Rava, but as if he joined as a defendant.

“Bu-not me, Sir .. Ara it is, isn't it, Ki? Yes, Ara it broke the ruler earlier. Well this ruler got me loh. Than Mr. Natap cruel that is better responsibility, 5 thousand aja,” cerocos Dimas who initially stuttered but ended up asking for compensation.

“Do not listen to Dimas. Stay aja, Mas ..” Waving her hand, Ara's head shook at Rava. A second later he stared fixedly at Yuki's pair of pupils as he said, “make you, Ki, I agree with what Dimas said. Message me, leave a good impression for his family until they feel your departure is the most severe disaster ...”

“I go first yes. Forgetting that I have made the same agreement with KKN,” said to Ara while pushing Rava's back away. His hands waved leaving his two best friends. But before leaving the cafe he took to pay for the drinks he ordered. Or perhaps it is more appropriate that Rava pays for the entire order on the table, including Yuki and Dimas's.

“Good impression,” muttered Yuki thinking of Ara's sentence.

Until the sun went down, Yuki was still thinking about the sentence that Ara said. All plans overlap. He wanted to leave just like that, but what Ara suggested made his cunning side awaken.

Back Yuki felt a dilemma. It felt like there was nothing he could do but spew a pleasant sweet word as a deep impression.

Once again a heavy breath came out of his mouth. Staring at the mirror reflection of a new makeup table that looks luxurious.

“Yuki ..”.

Yuki's jolted from her daydream. Keven's baritone voice successfully made Yuki jump in shock.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to shock you.” Rubbing his nape awkwardly, Keven glanced at the look on Yuki's grimaced face. Of course without directly staring into his face, just relying on the reflection of the mirror.

“I want to take you somewhere, I have something to say. Be prepared. Don't forget to wear the jacket later.”

“Create ...” Only a single word Yuki managed to finish, the rest were swallowed back because Keven just passed by without waiting for Yuki's answer.

Keven's attitude as arbitrary as this is what further increases the value of his selfishness in Yuki's eyes. Although Keven honestly did that because he deliberately avoided Yuki's answer which certainly contained rejection.

Sighing deeply, Yuki was forced to comply with Keven's request. He was also quite curious about what Keven wanted to say. It could be the clarity of the marriage you want to end or the honesty about Alia and Saka, as Yuki thought that had tried to cultivate her mentality so as not to break apart.

"Where are you going?" yuki asked curiously, her eyes glaring back when she saw Keven in a formal suit. While he only wears after a navy t-shirt, jeans and a jacket that is still draped in his arm.

"Lake in." Opening the car door, Keven deliberately did not answer Yuki's question. He was trying hard to remember the sentence he had repeatedly memorized.

"So. Tell me where we're going!" reject Yuki firmly. Compared to getting into the car, Yuki chose to take 3 steps back.

"Sea edge. Do you know now? Quick in!" keven said flat, as the expression grew stiffer in Yuki's eyes.

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