We, Without Me

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

The scorching sun that rose did not feel stinging in the slightest. Plus the blowing wind brings fresh air and cold, successfully disguise the burning heat of the skin, but is not able to block the rashes flushed or darkened marks on the exposed skin.

"Sister Irma wait here for a while, yes, I want to change your usual clothes first" said the teenager who was still wearing a backpack in his school uniform. He hurriedly took off a pair of shoes that protected his feet with his eyes looking straight at the woman who was passing in front of the house. For a moment rubbed hair that tucked like a ponytail, still looks neat and drizzly even though almost half of the daily shaken solid activity.

"You follow if you want to follow. Just got home from school eating, get some rest!" said the woman named Irma while stroking her big round belly. He slowly lowered his body, putting a basket containing equipment for selling fried foods.

"Yes, I've eaten already, Kak .. In the place of yesterday aja waiting, do not go far."

"Yes-iya .. Rest or nap, Nit."

"Unusual, Brother. At home also Grandma again no orders, so no activities ... Nita stay in first yes, sister," said Nita. The teenager darted behind the open door, leaving behind a boy in a blue white uniform who had just wanted to leave for school due to his noon admission schedule.

“Kak Irma can bring?” chirped the boy when he saw the figure of Irma who had difficulty reaching for the basket handle.

“Can do, Yo.”

“Let me help you till the front Brother. Ride the motor slowly better than the Big Brother walk,” firmly the boy, he took over the basket which turned out to be quite heavy from Irma's hands. Help the old pregnant woman to sit in the back seat and put the basket on the front foot of the matic motor flanked by her legs.

“Be careful bring the motor, Yo.” A loud voice interrupted, not Irma's, but Nita who had changed her school shirt with a plain short-sleeved shirt. The girl looked at her slowly nodding sister and Irma who was smiling kindly to her.

A second later, the familiar figure called Yoyo drove the motor slowly. Of course it is not a new bike, but a used motorbike that is still piloted by Dimas and is still very feasible even though initially quite wasteful of fuel. But now it is better with the help of Om Yudith, Papa from Ara, the owner of a car repair shop whose name is quite famous among truck drivers.

“The fish is 20 thousand mixed yes .. No need to use bakwan.”

“Loh, Om Saka? Still here?"

“Do not call Om, make shy,” grumbled Saka. True, Saka Keven's best friend who has been looking for his existence for a long time.

“Hehe .. Yes, Paklik.” Sengir Nita who is cool to continue his fry gets Saka's plot.

“Do not protest, Mas. I'm old age do not want to cower to small children .. This is fried,” said Irma while handing Saka orders. He who was initially awkward with the buyer was now able to just mince words, the article almost every day in recent times Saka always stopped by the simple cart he used to sell.

“Aargh ...,” hiss Irma suddenly while holding her lower abdomen.

“Kak Irma why?” ask Nita to panic. As soon as Nita danced the freshly lifted fry, turning off the stove fire and approaching Irma who grimaced in pain.

“Sickness, Nit,” Irma as she closed her eyes, she also unconsciously bit her lower lip.

For a moment the atmosphere of many buyers who were just about to queue regularly turned into a commotion. Everyone panicked when they saw blood flowing in Irma's calf. Saka who also saw it immediately carried Irma to his car. He asked Nita not to panic and focus on closing the sales pitch. Not to forget Saka left blue sheets of money in large quantities into the hands of Nita, advised that the young girl followed by using a taxi after packing Irma's place to sell.

Elsewhere, at the same time panic also struck the twilight couple who had just received a phone call. Both rushed to the hospital. While Keven certainly approached Yuki again in the opportunity.

“You want to kos? Or to college? I'll take ya?” Keven followed Yuki with his consecutive sentences, hoping to get a reply in addition to the sharp glances that looked uneasy.

Sighing heavily slowly, Keven ventured to grab Yuki's wrist. Suddenly Keven's action makes Yuki stupefied with a staggered body that immediately twisted, facing Keven who highlighted mutely.

“Lease!” yuki's orders with low growling intonation. Her turned face was still very visible implying anger.

"I said get off!" yuki said again, still reluctant to return Keven's eyes that honestly made him pity.

“I'll drop you off to any place you want ... You are still my wife." Keven insists on the relationship between the two. He wants to use their legal status to detain Yuki. If it can't be forever, it's enough for just a few moments left now, that's as big as Keven's mind.

“No parting will happen. Until whenever I will fight for our household.”

“Terden! If that's what you want, do it! But don't expect your and my goals to be the same. Because this farewell is the best thing for both of us.” Nyalang Yuki shone a cynical look on Kuyu Keven's face. Waving his hand until it hurts, but unable to take off Keven's tightened grip.

During the trial in the mediation process, both of them were equally insistent with their respective hearts' constancy. Mutual recognition in every peace effort that leads to debate. Inevitably the 2nd mediation was forced to be carried out in the next 10 days.

Yuki who remains insistent wants to part ways, suppresses her faded love sentence, no inner living, the bad facts of their marriage to Yuki's stressed recognition of her unhealthy relationship. Clearly Yuki's many confessions are incriminating Keven. All the facts are difficult Keven looks other than with his confession is trying to improve themselves, building the initial foundation of their marriage with love and sincerity.

"If yesterday I stepped on the mistakes you made, enduring the wounds that only I myself know, then right now I want to end it all so that tomorrow there will be no more wounds. That's how I want to be ... Please this time let me determine the best path for both of us."

There was no cynical highlight accompanying Yuki's words. Despair is actually painted in a thin line of face. Only Keven realized Yuki was getting thinner. Even the wrist of the girl he was holding was weak with bones that seemed to protrude, spreading pain and pain over the guilt that was now residing in Keven's heart.

Slowly Keven's hand grips stretched, limp not powered. His hands were completely crazily and numb for no reason. He was bowing with all the burden of fighting. His neck seemed to be hit by a million mistakes that could not be eliminated.

Keven was unable to look at Yuki who currently looked heartbreaking. The man held tightness in the chest. Forcing his tongue to speak with shakes that he did not realize blocked Yuki's respiratory tract.

"Can you make that wish come true without our divorce?"

"Heah ... Sorry ... I'm not a strong woman. I can't afford to stay afloat." Shaking softly, Yuki scooped her face with both palms. Slowly lowered the hand was accompanied by heavy gusts. "You married me without love, but I'm sorry, even though he said you currently love me, I want to let you go."

"I really love you, Ki. Please look me in the eye ... I-I'm not ready. I can't accept your decision. We can still build this house. It's really home for both of us to go home to. Home for you, me and our children. It's not camouflage or some crazy game I made, it's not ... I seriously. I beg ... Love me a chance to make you happy with our new stories."

"Ready or not that's a consequence you have to bear ... I can't continue the same fight to stay by your side."

"I'll give you time to be alone. I won't bother you. I promise." Keven's right pinky is thrust in front of Yuki. A few seconds later, she turns unexcused on Yuki's right pinky, which Keven's left hand grabs. "But not with this divorce. I don't want to, until whenever I won't! Do you agree with my words? We'll never get divorced."

Yuki was unmoved, peeking in the depths of Keven's frustrated silent highlight. The stern face was groaning with an expression that Yuki had never expected. But Yuki was only able to be silent, arranging an unreasonable debate. Sad and happy, the two mixed into disappointment over a win that was either real or mortal.

"I think we've had enough of Yuki over there, Ra." Gegas Dimas tried to approach Yuki and Keven who looked sculpted.

"Dim ...." The low voice of Ara hung over, calling out to Dimas with a pressure that felt shackled. When Dimas was stunned, he realized that his best friend was trying to prevent him.

The man who was secretly harboring a taste for Yuki was restoring his hair, punching the air out in frustration. He wanted to pull Yuki away. Angry at Keven who does not know himself to hurt Yuki repeatedly.

Just now Dimas was carrying his foot forward, ignoring Ara's reprimand, but the voice of the calm but restless girl was again heard.

“I think I'm trying to reconcile with people from my past. You are looking for your mother even though it hurts every time you remember her. So let Yuki face the man who is still her husband ... Sometimes we just need to go with the flow, spinning at bay to face reality despite hurting each other. Everyone's story is not the same, but at least we both have to deal with it. Not for others, but for ourselves. Sometimes life is as selfish as that.”

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At the beginning there was a confused not because of the additional figures?🤭

Thank you for waiting for the story of Yuki 😍