We, Without Me

Magical Whispers

“You what?” yuki asked flatly, in contrast to the tip of his foot that had been moving restlessly against the cafeteria floor. Luckily the floor was not made of fragile boards, but plain white ceramics on a solidly cemented brick surface.

“Tomorrow I have a job, when it's time we date,” Keven said regretfully. Being alone with Yuki must be seized by something that really wants to be ignored.

“That friend is not dating.”

“Ah, I mean hangout,” sahut Keven corrects his speech while restoring clumsy combed hair back, stylized slicked back.

“You want us to retreat to night?” said Keven again while squeezing faintly next to his palm. Staring fixedly at Yuki who spontaneously looked up at a glance. Obviously Keven was hoping to be anxious at Yuki's reply.

“I'm busy,” ketus Yuki short. He held a glass of iced tea with both hands. Sucking a sweet solution sticks through a yellow plastic straw to wet the dry esophagus.

“Can't we make an appointment according to your free schedule?”

“Uhuk ... Huk .. Huk!”

“His drinking-slows, Yuki.” Keven's reflex pulls out 2 pieces of tissue, rubbing quickly on Yuki's chin which is wet from a burst of sweet iced tea.

“I can do it myself.”

“Let me help.”

“Ngak!” reject Yuki firmly. He shook his head strongly as a form of rejection as well as protest while grumbling resentfully at Keven. “You made my powder disappear when rubbed like that. Must be on tap-tap kayak gini slowly tau. This must have been a hole putty.”

Keven's guilt immediately floated when the word 'putty' was thrown. He understands enough to have crossed the safe boundary of the world of Yuki distinction. Yet still unable to control both corners of his twitching lips held the ruckus.

"Your bare face is still pretty."

"Don't fuck around!" ketus Yuki's.

Sitting in an attacking position, Yuki turned her face away. It makes it difficult for Keven to pay attention to what Yuki does. The girl looked closely at every inch of the tiny face reflected off the screen of the phone that was not on. Yuki pretentious busy with grumpy lips, but obviously all just wits in order to avoid the look of Keven's eyes that had made him want to blend with the sweet iced tea because of embarrassment.

Yuki realizes that her behavior long before becoming Keven's wife was more shameless, just that there was no excessive physical contact even though she secretly had a dirty delusion about Keven's torn bread. Where is it possible that Yuki has not been tempted by the beautiful sculptures he often wants to pounce on. Luckily, Yuki realizes that Keven does not see her as a woman, but as a bully.

‘Why should I be miserable nanggung shy gini anyway? Mama Agni until coming to the room again thought I was whacked. I was the one doing it.’ Yuki mourns the blessings that come in her misfortune.

Yes, blessed tasting bread torn limited edition. When else could touch the real one if it didn't belong to Keven this morning.

‘Mesum this time my brain!!’ yuki's screams in the heart. His soul seemed to want to go out slapping his own consciousness.

"Heah .... "

"Why? Lost huh? Sorry ... You if you want to distinguish again face me, not visible from people," said Keven bertubi, he felt guilty even though in his eyes did not look the slightest change of Yuki's face. His wife was beautiful even though she was like crumpled paper.

"Why not," Yuki replied as she shook her head weakly.

Yuki's still clearly hearing the sound of a door slam as he involuntarily beat Keven in a position that blew away his pride. He who had shouted at Keven was brash, but with high fighting spirit launched an original scratch attack while occupying Keven's stomach. The contrast of the sides of the smoldering bar instantly withered along with a listless body, slumped to the floor and was carried running quickly into the bathroom.

Suddenly, Yuki sighed slowly, trying not to notice Keven. There was a slight burden that actually filled Yuki's mind.

The expression of happiness over Yuki's return as Keven's wife seasoned with the sincerity of affection makes Yuki feel very guilty towards Mama Agni and Papa Leigh. Yuki obviously really misses the warm family togetherness. If only Keven's parents were not that dear to him, Yuki was sure that he had escaped from Keven long ago, maybe even from the beginning of the two were married.

"Don't think too much."

"What?"

"You thought about Mama Papa's talk this morning, right?"

"No-no. Just remember that there is an organization. I think I should go now" Yuki said.

"Don't you say you're not active anymore?" Both the base of Keven's brows furrowed, scrutinizing the honesty of Yuki's words. True, shakes the lies implied from the movements of Yuki began to understand Keven.

“Iya yesterday was like that, but now no,” reply Yuki accordingly. Trying to divert attention from the look of Keven, he focused on spending money to pay for his drink.

"I'm paying, '" Keven said, holding Yuki's hand which was rummaging through the bag.

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“Now I have to, Ra?”

“Starting comfortable again makes you hesitate?”

“Maybe ...,” says Yuki hesitated. His eyes glared far away through the white cloud hordes in the blue sky. The next second exhaled air that seemed to clot in the chest through the mouth.

“The resolve is starting to falter?"

“Town ...”

“Continue now how?”

“Why? Want story?” asked Ara in a soft voice, she patiently waited for Yuki's answer which was a little bit double. It's too ambiguous to say yes or no.

Nodding slowly, Yuki answered Ara's short question. “Definitely. I need some magic whispers that infiltrate this stupid brain.”

“Dikira satan love whisper occult,” ketus Ara.

“Meet me very well, Ra. I was afraid to let them down and hate me. What else do they think I'm the same Mas Keven is better. We can't say all right.” Highlight mutely accompanies Yuki's narration. He was on the verge of a dilemma thanks to again setting foot in the house of in-laws unexpectedly.

“Because you are often the same child so it is considered that it is better?”

“Not because of that, but .. Yes anyway they think so.”

“Ck! Smell there is a carcass covered,” Ara quipped on Yuki.

“Emang. This carcass is so embarrassed that I want to tell stories from and like how. Haaah ..” Yuki slapped her face, propping up with a forehead stuck to the edge of the table. The girl's eyes looked at the pair of creamy socks that wrapped tightly around her legs crossed under the table.

“So last night we separated, I went to eat with Mas Keven first right. Well continue to fit want to go home on the way I overslept. Emang kebo I really molornya, wake up already sleep the same as a brash man."

Brakes.

"He's a macem-macem with you?!" The sound of Ara rising with the buzz of the wooden table that echoed.

"Whoi, Ra! Make a hanger. Not that ... Listen to my story first. But don't nag!" yuki's perspiration on Ara with her index finger shuffled, as if pressing her warning against being breached.

So here, in a box of boarding rooms flows all the stories from the beginning of his separation with Ara, from the parking lot of the Faculty of Marine to finally meeting again with Keven in the canteen a few days ago. Honestly, lately Yuki has been avoiding again, always managing to give reasons that Keven cannot bargain, what else is rebut.

“Pfft! I heard that I was ashamed. The insolent is you, even throw the net continues to blur.”

As Yuki had expected, Ara must have laughed at him. Luckily it wasn't Dimas who listened to the story. Can Yuki make sure if Dimas' laughter will be 100 times more powerful than Ara's current one. Unfortunately without Yuki knowing if behind Dimas laughter there is jealousy that is always suppressed and feelings of love that was killed by the young man.

"Malah ngetawain's. So how am I supposed to do this?"

"Where are you leaning more?"

"Don't know. Confused."

“Enjoyful. Sometimes what we think is good is not good. What if it comes from someone else's point of view. I'm afraid I'm wrong, Ki. Afraid of my talk so just peel the problem and add to the problem."

“Scription has made dizzy, even added often to this thought. Honestly, I'm not ready to go to the stairs, Ra," Yuki complained as she brushed her hair.

“But it's actually much better than just dating. Unfortunately your early story is fucked.” Stretching out her hand, Ara gently rubbed Yuki's back. The girl quite understands Yuki's pettiness, but still can't help much other than as a listener, an encouragement and of course as a leaning place for Yuki as he is today.

"Buy seaweed fruit ice, yuk!? You can do some refreshments, too" Ara asked Yuki. He was already standing grabbing the sling bag, turning the keychain hole of the motor on the right index finger while playing both his eyebrows up and down together.

"Buy batagor with mpek-mpek. Suddenly want, kayak ngidam aja," said Yuki no less spirit than Ara.

"New palpation stomach already ngisi aja. Haha ...."

"Heh, mouth!" Yuki's sharp glares responded to Ara's words and laughter. He glared annoyed all the way to the boarding motorbike parking lot because Ara just kept teasing him.

"During the consultation to the handsome Doctor makes you less sane, Ra. Sono I'm the consul again."

"Say you'll see Doctor Dion. Remember you have a husband, Ki."

"Ck! You're weird, Ra. It's been more than a year back and forth to meet Mas Dion, often alone, but I'm not that smitten."

"Ciyeee ... Dion youh called him."

"Just heard ... Today possessed by the spirit of Cuit huh? Ngeselin kali. I think there's a shadow of him in your mouth, '" Yuki grumbled.

"I think it is."

"By the way, I got the same pellet Mr. Rava. Steady can make you klepek-clepek. Favour his own good chance."

"indiscriminately. There are no nikung-nikung. On the other hand, I'm just like Doctor Dion, just a patient and a doctor."

'This is you, Ra. Indeed my super insensitive friend, Yuki murmured inwardly. Though Yuki himself was also insensitive. The proof is that he can not guess the feelings Dimas craved for him until now.

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