We, Without Me

Don't Kill Me

The remaining quarter of lives were only able to live everything with nothingness. It is hard to admit the reality of counting seconds. Occasionally Keven glanced at Yuki who was sitting a distance away from him. Separated empty gaps that seemed like a bottomless abyss that seemed.

Tak.

Finals.

That hammer knock ended everything. Yuki doesn't belong to Keven anymore. Their story ends at the green table.

A relieved smile covered the real reviewed wound on Yuki's lips, inversely proportional to Keven who had involuntarily seeped a drop of liquid in the corner of his dewy eyes.

Everything's late. Keven's struggle to defend Yuki failed. Now only left behind the divorce certificate that will both receive as the end result of a short trip the twists and turns of their households.

Stooping down, Keven breathed out with all the regrets he had to recapitulate. Stupid, that's how Keven is. Men who still can not be separated from the bonds of toxic friendship, always on behalf of the form of concern that is now boomerang field of suffering itself. Even that cherished friendship had already fallen to the bottom of the abyss of destruction.

A few minutes later, both Yuki and Keven were already standing opposite each other. Both review a thin smile with various implied meanings.

“You ...”

Simultaneously, the sound echoes of Yuki and Keven collided. Speak together to break the silence. The ex-husband-wife was away from both sides of the family who attended the company. Choosing not to avoid each other and make peace with being friends, Yuki thought. While Keven still wants to keep Yuki by his side even longer, even though he knows now all is just a waste.

“You first,” Keven told Yuki.

“You aja,” reply Yuki.

“Nothing, you are,” sahut Keven.

“Hahaha .. Okay, I'm aja.” Yuki's laughter was awkward. For a moment he widened his eyelids with his face down and his left finger pressed against the temple.

Looking up at Keven, Yuki exhaled slowly. His tongue was suddenly confused, the rest of the feeling was certainly still there. Burn deep with all the glimmers in each story. But it must be remembered again if the two have just scratched a new story, a story in the future where there is no word ‘kita’ which is even too difficult to be called ‘kita’ since the separation has not happened.

“Thank you .. Thank you for making me feel happy loved by the people we love. Being with you is happiness. Sorry that I finally decided to split up. Forgive my heart that is not strong to endure again.” The spoon is present. Awakening the thick fog that surrounds not only the eyes, but radiates from all sides of the body Yuki. The girl could not deny a whack of grief along with relief at the breaking of the shackles of the stifling bond.

“I should have said that,” said Keven no less sad. His voice was raucous with reddened eyes. As much as Keven's energy broke through the bulkhead in the throat that was stuck in a heartache. Passing out a sentence that is like a dagger on the tongue and the recesses of the heart.

Keven tried to toughen up the impact of the most beautiful mistake he made. The mistake that led him to the love that is now away from him.

“I should be thanking you for loving me this jerk. Never once have I given you happiness. Every time I do only hurt you, but why did you survive then? I really feel you love, but I also destroy your love. Not your fault, but I .. My mistake to you is too big and not enough if only paid with an apology,” Keven said long while raising his face. The tears are getting bigger. Rebels want to be freed from the dam of a warming eye-pleaser.

“You or I .. We are both guilty. Wasn't I selfish too? I always try to approach you without thinking long if you must be uncomfortable. Even if there are regrets between us now, it's not too bad either. We can still learn a lesson from regret. That's what someone once said to me.”

“But I never regret marrying you. The missed time cannot be replayed. But believe me if I can go back in time, I will still act selfishly by marrying you.”

“Unfortunately we can't turn back time. So walk your own path. Thank you for giving me a happy ending.”

Yuki's smiling eyes were charming, yet once again managed to crush Keven. The highlight is clearly hollow, harboring a million profound sorrows that cannot be eliminated.

“This ... I return it.” Yuki's cold palm grabbed Keven's right wrist. Treading the tremors that slowly crept into Keven's chest. His heart seemed to be torn and melted down as the two corners of Yuki's lips expanded thinly.

Suddenly it makes Yuki bite her lower lip strongly. Trying to prevent stuffing that almost just slipped away.

Both are equally silent. Busy to organize broken hearts. Rubbing rough cheeks and eyelashes that are wet due to the circles that fall without permission.

"Yuki, come!" A firm intonation interrupts from behind. It was heard urging Yuki to leave Keven immediately.

"Yuki, hurry! You don't have to waste time with him anymore!" Once again the voice echoed, but this time it was accompanied by a pull on Yuki's arm.

Brushing aside strongly, Yuki rewinded her steps. "Father, if you want to go home, go home. I can go home with my best friend or my mom. It's better to take Papa's wife away before Mama's share is here," Yuki refused ending with her chin raised, pointing to the figure of his new wife Papa and the Mama who stared at each other fiercely.

"Yesterday, Papa, you've been going with him. Now you better not argue. There's still a lot to take care of your move."

"At any time I don't want to stay with Papa's new family! Look Papa aja still make me hurt, how about every day to see the harmony of the new family Papa? Give me time to trust Papa again. I'm Papa's son, but don't take responsibility without thinking about Papa's heartache. Please, Pa, don't kill me with your happiness!" cerca Yuki stabs right at the last castle that Papa Gibran built.

Indeed, Papa Gibran does not care about the gossip and insults of others for his affair. All that is true even though on the lips always say defense if all his behavior starts from the negligent attitude of the ex-wife.

But now it's different. No matter how thick the face put on an indifferent mask, tightly closed eyes and ears, Papa Gibran can still see the little girl who likes to wrestle spoiled on him put a barbed iron bulkhead invisible.

“I think when the last love I thought was destroyed, then I can still survive with my first love, Pa. But in fact, the figure that became the first love also destroyed all the dreams, dreams and dreams that I had imagined from childhood. Papa ... Papa really works to make me afraid to love. Even I don't want to love anyone anymore after seeing Papa happy with her" Yuki said, bowing her head. The woman's emotions are blaring. His anger flared up so hard he extinguished.

The cry that could be held back when facing Keven could not be allowed to Yuki anymore. The tightness is many times more painful. The biggest disappointment that actually makes Yuki fragile to survive with her feelings. Slowly gnawing until he subconsciously hates the word love.

Sometimes the wounds that leave the fear of love do not come from strangers who deliberately stop by, but from people who expect happiness always surround the life of the haters of love.

While Papa Gibran who tried to reach Yuki was only able to squeeze empty air. Daughter avoided. Hiding behind Keven's back. Not wanting to come into contact with the hand that had held him affectionately. Everything seemed to disappear because of the greed of the world which he considered more valuable.

"As I said yesterday, at least we're still on good terms until this second. So better Papa go with Aunt Inka before I see the commotion that makes me ashamed of everyone."

Papa Gibran was at a loss for words. His daughter's tongue is very similar to that of his ex-wife, always speaking according to the heart. But certainly never Papa Gibran thought his behavior hurt the princess this deep. He who was too proud of himself felt inferior in front of Yuki.

"Come on." I don't know what Yuki's thinking, but a short invitation accompanied by a small pull at the end of the shirt warmed Keven's almost cooling heart.

The two compactly stepped away, passing from the face of Papa Gibran who clearly looked dislike at his former son-in-law. As if experiencing dejavu, Papa Gibran is only able to clench his hands. It was impossible to block his own daughter who blatantly refused his presence. Just like it happened yesterday afternoon.

...****************...

*

*

*

Finally ...

Thank you for following the Yuki😘 story