We, Without Me

Flower Widow

Agenda foya-foya style thin wallet 2 college students who are crazy frugally failed miserably. No seaweed fruit ice is expected to be a thirst freshener, what else batagor and mpek-mpek with a flush of shophouses and chopped cucumbers. The two girls can only signal each other through the gaze of the eyes that sometimes like a scene disguised by detectives, or even criminals.

“Mama hope you can reconsider your decision.”

“I-iya, Ma,” says Yuki. He almost focused on Ara's muttering lips, saying without a voice that did not know what to say.

“Oh yes, which friend are you? Come here, Mama buy food. Order to be packed take home.”

“Iya, Ma ... Ra, here!” yuki said according to Mama Agni, the next second continued to call Ara with a wave of the hand.

“Medge here, Dek. Sorry, Auntie borrowed a little while this Aunt's favorite daughter-in-law," said Mama Agni to Ara while gently patting Yuki's shoulder. The affection is really real, it deserves Yuki until the dilemma, even he said was able to survive this long thanks to the sincerity of the in-laws.

“Iya, Auntie, it's okay,” said Ara softly, smiling stiffly with a short nodding head. It's awkward enough to fit into the still-very-feel circle of seriousness between Mama Agni and Yuki.

Not much different from Ara, Yuki also displayed a thin smile, but under the blank look of her eyes. The pupils of his eyes seemed to be hollow, undermined by a raging mind. So dazed Yuki, the aroma of soto tripe with a large piece of fresh tomatoes seems to fail to unseal the sense of smell, even though it has been tapped or even violently broken from earlier. Either because of stress, not hungry or indeed the dish is less appetizing.

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Spending days struggling with the thesis. Working part-time as a teaching assistant. Then enjoy the rest of solitude at the end of the day just to close your eyes, just rest your body and the burden of mind that accumulates. Who could have thought that Yuki had obtained the thesis court permission? Nothing, even Yuki himself does not believe if 2 days ago he had distributed the invitation to the trial Lecturers and testers.

Now with a pounding heart Yuki awaits with uneasiness the results of the thesis trial, certainly not his, but Ara who has a trial schedule 2 days faster than Yuki. Yuki is still given the opportunity to count down while continuing to enrich knowledge related to his research field. Just like what happened to Dimas, the man got a turn next week, precisely Monday at 8 am.

“Gagal deh we graduate together,” chirps Dimas.

"Where's the Song Cuit? How pessimistic? Could ... Just calm. If there's no next semester."

"Any time can not if so," murmured Dimas, his lips cut with eyes whizzing.

"The pessimistic part. I can until the trial stays a little more. Rest assured. Your supervisor's word is also not a problem, right to continue?"

"Indeed ... Dizziness me. It was hard to get guidance from the beginning."

“Lecturers are too dear that is, so be slowed down so you can meet longer.” Yuki chuckled at the sarcastic sentence casually. He then leaned his back against the occupied long chair. Folding an arm under a large necklace strand of dozens of milling lollipop candies while closing the eyes. The next second Yuki held back the mouth that wanted to yawn by tightly clenching her lips. As a result Yuki's cheeks bulged large with nostrils rounded wide. He didn't care much if anyone watched.

The girl ignored for a moment the fact that the divorce trial will take place a day after her script trial. Two historic moments that must be faced in the near future. Both will change Yuki's status, as a prospective graduate and widow, unless the script fails and the divorce is dropped.

Chequek.

The sound of the door knobs being opened along with the sound of the knocking of the pantofel shoes attracted Yuki's attention. As fast as lightning Yuki stood up, welcoming the beaming Ara. The flat face of Yuki's best friend was gone, replaced by a positive aura with both corners of the lips pulled upwards. A brand new sunflower blossom.

“How-how?” yuki asked in droves, her palm was already stuck on Ara's arm wrapped in a white shirt wrapped in a black suit. Shaken slowly with anxiety while putting on a demanding curious look.

“That parabola-wide smile need not be asked as well is obvious, Kicot!” seloroh Dimas while rotating his eyes was careless. According to Dimas, Yuki was too much. Though to be honest Dimas himself is also not inferior to Yuki, but he certainly looks more ordinary.

Grunting dismissively ignoring Dimas' words, Yuki took off a strand of lollipop candy that was like a large necklace from her neck. “Congratulations Ara has made it here. Hopefully I will be fast,” said Yuki while moving the lollipop necklace around Ara's neck.

“Gaya-style hope soon after, the day after you seminar, Ki!” said Dimas ketus.

“Destroying the mood anyway, Dim! This is the name of mere pleasantries.” Reckoning, Yuki glanced at the cynical Dimas.

“So how, Ra?” ask Yuki again to Ara. Yuki's eyes cannot lie that he is happy for the achievement of the friend.

“Successful,” Ara replied briefly in a satisfied tone, lifting the orange map containing the approval file of the Lecturers and testers. He really felt victory over the struggle that had made him want to give up.

“Finally the struggle I stay a little while longer,” said Ara still with a smile sumringah.

Following Ara who was sitting in a long chair while inserting several volumes of research proposals that had been scribbled here and there during the revision, Yuki momentarily widened her earlobes. Trying to filter out the familiar rowdy sounds caught on the auditory sense radar, Yuki's ears were thoroughly trained to catch the actual gossip.

“What's rame-rame?” yuki asked curiously to herself. He then dyed while squinting, scanning all directions to find the source of the oceanic whispers that disturbed hearing.

“Job Ara!!” yuki's strangulation was held back, but it was not Yuki's voice that made Ara growl, but a slight shake on her shoulder that made Ara's head seem to be bobbing indistinctly in the air.

“Yuki! Dizziness me,” complained Ara while gripping Yuki's wrist.

Sighing slowly, Ara stared confusedly at Yuki who was smiling meaningfully. Frowning in wonder, Ara asked while tilting her head, “why?”

“That's hope!” Appoint Yuki by raising his chin to the right, but his eyes still fixedly staring at the pair of pupils of Ara's eyes.

“Apaan sih ..” Shaken off guard, Ara ignored Yuki's hard code and refocused on the sheet on her lap. Ara's brain is too full of many things that are planned in the future.

“Lama!” Suddenly Dimas impatiently held Ara's head, turning the face of the shocked girl to look at someone who was also shocked and upset at Dimas' treatment of Ara.

“Mas Rava?” lirih Ara asked, she immediately brushed off Dimas' hand and moved from her seat. Instantly the grim face that gave the look of cold eyes to Dimas turned bright, but still left an aura of hostility that seemed to be skinning Dimas.

“She couldn't come, why come?” ask Ara who is still not aware if Rava is giving him a surprise.

The pair of legs of the two different types of humans moved slowly closer to the long chair, then also drew closer to Dimas and Yuki who stood still in place, noticing the sweet interaction that was not surprising anymore.

Smiling without answering, Rava handed her a bouquet of flowers. “Congratulations yes, Darling ... You succeeded.”

“Honey Mas really great ...,” said Rava again while holding out his empty hand rubbing the top of Ara's head. Very bright love and love Rava for Ara to make several pairs of eyes that see him jealous, including Yuki who immediately wanted to cry imagine his love story that is lyrical.

“Do not envy,” whispered Dimas right next to Yuki's earlobe.

“Sotoy!” ketus Yuki's.

“Your eyes seem very romantic-romantic but suddenly dropped not deliverable," kekeh Dimas mocked Yuki without burden, he was relaxed as if completely innocent. Even lie to the painful pulse that always succeeds in being buried.

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Some like detailed grooves, slow grooves, some are fast motion. So if it turns out not to match my writing please skip😄 Thank you very much for everyone who has enjoyed the story of Yuki😘

For irregular UP and getting LDRs between up one to the other, the, I can only apologize🙏 Because I can't force to finish even though as much as possible I continue to nyicil nulis at every chance😁 (Many reasons I'm this😂)

Honestly just writing this was originally a means of self healing, so it is not 'ngoyo' or insistent on pursuing the target of writing. Some read thank you, not yes make your own collection aja😄 I just look for calm through the halu channeled😅 (Ad vent briefly)

Ok so ...

Thank you everyone who still survives the Yuki😘 story