We, Without Me

Young Boy 3

Walking hurriedly down the stairs, Yuki smacked the origin of her hair. He cursed himself who overslept again after nagging Keven. It turns out that the effect of surprise does not work against the drowsiness that adheres to his eyelids.

"May Mama not wake up. Can be embarrassed if caught by the bad luck of the molor," muttered Yuki while glaring wide so that his eyeballs were blown as breezy as fresh air trapped inside the house that morning. Gegas Yuki accelerated his wide steps towards the kitchen.

Just as the body was about to pass through the doorway connecting the kitchen and family room, Keven's neat-looking figure tangled with teflon made Yuki gap. The man was too busy processing food. A carefree smile involuntarily there was a figure who was shocked by his presence.

"What a surprise (Tumben)," said Yuki loudly, his eyes still round looking in disbelief. Just this time Yuki saw Keven was already busying himself in the kitchen.

Looking up and finding Yuki gawking in surprise, Keven thinned his lips that had been smiling widely. He has returned to being an expensive Keven. "Bring there!" keven commands while raising his chin.

"You're a really good cook. Not a diabolism, right? Don't you want to poison the house?!" cerca Yuki folded her hands. The girl's back rests at the end of the brick door. Keven's palpable gaze was clearly scowling.

"Before you were, I cooked often. You think I just carelessly own a restaurant? I can cook too."

"Yes?" Yuki's slanted smile raised his right eyebrow. "Nearly half a year I've lived here I don't know."

"Because you've been in the kitchen a lot, so I've restrained myself" Keven honestly without being covered up. He is indeed lazy to deal with the kitchen since Mama Agni led Yuki to control her favorite territory. "The sandwich you used to eat is also mine."

"Sandwich? Sandwich for a month? If it's like that also who can't cook can still make," said Yuki sekhenya, impressed very underestimated. Not to be left with buying eyes and faintly squealing lips.

"As far as you are ... Take a shower there!"

"So. Afraid that someone will pretend to be sad in front of Mama," refused Yuki ketus. Shift the position of Keven who just finished serving sweet sour sauce shrimp.

Do not be surprised, men as hard as meteorite rock is indeed a fan of processed sweeteners. Lucky Yuki also quite liked sweet food rather than spicy dower that can blow the tubers.

"Eh, your tumbens ...." Mama Agni watched her son and daughter-in-law. It's a really rare sight. Almost as if it were not real. Spontaneous the old woman ran back to her room, leaving Yuki and Keven equally astonished.

"Why mom, Mas?"

Lifting his shoulders indifferently, Keven shook his head still, focused on the broccoli he was washing. "Don't know."

While Yuki again tried to roll the omelet so as not to crack or even cut off. Even occasionally Yuki held her breath as the spatula pushed the egg rolls together. He wanted to add egg rolls mixed with chopped carrots, chives and celery into the breakfast menu.

Czechoslovak.

Just as Keven was putting down the cauldron, the sound of the phone camera snapping along with the blinding light crept rapidly. The couple, who had been involved together for the first time in the kitchen, looked up at Mama Agni, who was again directing the camera.

"Finally Mama saw you guys are like married couples, not brothers who are fighting cold war over bicycles," continued Mama Agni while showing her cellphone screen.

At first glance in the first shot of Mama Agni's cellphone camera, Keven's position as if to hug Yuki. Of course that's not what really happened.

"Udah Mama sent to both of you numbers. Saved for a memento! Mama and Papa used to be a little romantic-romantic ... You are Mas, nurunin who the hell looks like a kanebo? Having a young wife is not dear. Dear neighbor, a new beard fire!" cerocos Mama Agni at length.

"From the continuous you cuekin, Yuki Mama matein same son Pak Basri aja time yes?" mama Agni said, the goal is clearly heating up Keven.

"Ma, Yuki, this is my wife. After all, Mr. Basri's son was already a 3-year-old widower" Keven argued with a raised voice did not accept. Grunts annoyed, squinting his eyes full of hostility to Mama Agni.

Clearly Keven did not accept the words of Mama Agni who wanted to match Yuki with other men. Though it is clear that Yuki is the wife of his own son. Sometimes Keven just feels like a child if juxtaposed with Yuki for both parents.

"Lah the Adam wants a 3-year-old widower the same age as you. Lose that stiff. Nothing Mama Yuki's dating Adam. Consider a buy 1 get 4."

"Not good-looking Adam either, Ma?"

In reality Yuki was indeed deliberately provoking Keven's jealous side. He wanted to see how Keven responded. It's useless, but I don't know, Yuki just hopes Keven feels jealous. If it could be better if Keven burned the fire of jealousy to dust. It seems that Yuki pretty much holds a grudge for the heartache he has experienced.

"Not just handsome, Ki. Adam was friendly, polite, child loving. You want? If you want to know later, Mama Agni said promoting the figure of Adam who Yuki honestly knows. The 3-child widower was indeed friendly to neighbors around. Very different from Keven who was late sour and gloomy.

"Ma!!" yelled Keven loudly. Bulging wide as a form of annoyance that cannot be evaporated. Can be cursed if Keven dares to be insolent to Mama Agni.

"Why? Mama's talking about Mama's daughter."

"But Mama's daughter is my wife!" keven growled in a low voice. Hissing withstood the clumping upheaval in the chest that he wanted to shout.

"Usually you don't care if Mama talks about ginian with me, either" said Yuki again. The egg roll is done. Even Yuki had just plucked the smallest edge piece while listening to the mother and child debate in front of him.

"Argh! Don't know, this Mama!"

"Kok Mama's? That was so you didn't care," said Mama Agni as she walked away.

Keven's biological mother was suddenly upset by herself when she recalled her son's indifference. As a woman, Mama Agni often dreams if she is in the position of the daughter-in-law.

For Mama Agni, since Yuki is tied to Keven, then Yuki should be her own child. He didn't want to fall into the category of a vicious in-law gang. What else can be said that it was Mama Agni who first fell in love with Yuki at the wedding of Saka and Alia, not Keven.

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By noon, Yuki accompanied Ismi to see a boarding room. The room with a small bathroom published a thin smile on Yuki's lips.

"Why are you looking for a room?" asked Ismi who was still loyal standing beside Yuki. He is indeed entrusted by the owner of the cost if at any time anyone wants to rent.

"Need," Yuki replied briefly, hanging many meanings that Ismi could not understand.

"Here guys can't go in. So your husband can't afford the cost here."

Nodding her head, Yuki said as she looked at Ismi, "you know, so I choose here."

"What the hell is this supposed to mean? I don't understand ...." Rotating her eyeballs as if looking for answers, Ismi folded her hands, sighing softly with lips moving right and left in the direction of eye rotation.

"The point is I just want to focus my thesis and college. Also near the campus. If at home with the husband can not focus on the show. Could be kayang work in the room is not endless." Poking her index finger behind her ear, Yuki was making a bash with hand gestures as if tucking in messy hair.

"Low to show off. Make jones more and more ngenes." Closing the door of the empty room and locking it, Ismi throws her lips and stares at the cackling Yuki.

A moment later the two passed away, separating from each other because Yuki had other affairs. Coincidentally the paper reports all activities during the KKN already their group is completed. Only documentary video editing and village promotion remain that require expert fingers. Understandably, no one has the expertise in video editing among Yuki and his friends.

Raking as much air as is certainly polluted, Yuki squeezed the handlebar motor that had been stopped in the courthouse parking lot. Though Yuki was still sitting comfortably on his motorcycle seat, but the nervousness that seized the air supply actually managed to stifle.

"Should dare. Must be sure. It's the best." Repeatedly Yuki muttered a sentence encouraging his actions. But repeatedly also a voice refused to whisper faintly in his ear.

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