Come Here Datu
Come Here Datu: Be Compassionate to Yourself
Knock on the bathroom door, "use this and you wait in the kitchen!" Smiling at the little girl behind the bathroom door. The girl gave a gentle nod, clearly visible a spoiled expression from her face.
The pajamas looked a little loose on the little girl's body and on top of her head was attached a towel. Lenia smiled and nodded softly, "the size of the two of us is not too different." Smiling proud. Put two dishes on the table, containing fried rice on it with a spoon. A glass of water and two boxes of milk there.
"Thank you for the compliment, brother." Pull up a chair and sit down, "sister, can I eat now?" Lenia sat down next to the girl.
"By pleasure, of course it's legalized." Both are in do'a.
The sound of spoons and plates clashing.
"I think it's okay, right?" Rice in Lenia's mouth, the girl chews.
"Sister, although I'm sure some of this praise is because I'm hungry." Eat without mercy.
"Let's just call it that you're hungry again, it looks very convoluted." Lenia whispered, "introduce your name to brother!" Drinking water.
The dinner plate, leaving only a few fried rice grains.
"Carel Baybut, I'm an orphan brother." Put down the spoon, open the lid of the milk box, and drink.
"Where did you live before?" Lay down the glass and stare blankly.
"On the road of asking and stealing, think of it as my regular job!" Take two dishes on the table and put the glass on the plate, go to the sink and wash together with teplon fried rice made by Lenia. The sound of water seemed very rhythmic.
"Son't you look sad enough?" Bending his hand and making it the back of his right cheek, "does big brother have the same problem as me?"
"Why?" Lenia's gaze was softly filled with questions.
"My mom used to say this, all girls are special because they know each other's cries." Lenia smiled knot.
"The old man had his own smile and sadness. He deserves that." Smilingly. Blow the girl's face and make her instantly close her eyes.
Lost and gone are not forever regrettable. Be proud of the meeting in memory. Forever in time not to be erased. The price is the payment that has been set.
Bedroom, little girl in the arms of an adult girl. Both of them slept in a face-to-face position. Dreams that seem to bind. Footsteps looked very slow, the door of the room opened and a body wrapped in a white shirt and cloth pants without pleats walked towards the bed. Bart was immersed in the gazes on the two bodies there.
"The game that makes me more tempted, me or him who wins. Any one of us, you will definitely shed tears in the end, Lei!" Caressing Lenia's face while sitting next to her, the girl showed the impression of her back wrapped in Nightie orange. Bart brought the face closer to Lenia's ears and with his left hand beside the girl's head as a defense for body stability. Lenia suddenly stretched out and that small movement made the lips of the two touch. Bart was silent, his eyes fixed on the girl's eyes. Although faint but it is seen that Lenia's eyes are slightly open and then close slowly. Bart pulled his body slowly.
Room window open, dancing curtains. The wind expressed a long mood. Many are slowly rolled into the memory of an ancient script. The reflection in the mirror I thought of myself, turned out to be the opposite of me. Fake things that are like adorers!
In the morning, the sound of chickens and songs from nature become one opening. Two beauties were hugging, in the arms of a thick piece of cloth. While unlimited for us.
Lenia opened her eyes, asking about consciousness. Wake up in a sitting position. Slowly pulling the body from Cerel's embrace. Taking a hair tie from the table to his left, more precisely on the table where his bed lamp is displayed. Lenia turned off all the house lights and opened the curtains and windows except in her room. Two feet to the kitchen. Take spiced chicken meat from the refrigerator. It was clear the refrigerator was full of food. Prepare for breakfast!