Come Here Datu
Come Here Datu: Dreams That Wreath

I know those eyes, but they're too deeply tied. I know past hate, but it's already too sweet. Man cannot drown himself in the sorrow of continuing without a desire. I decided to stop.

      Lenia opened her eyes, now all she had in her gaze was a face with puffy eyes in front of the room mirror. It all hurts too much when you can't miss it. Everything can be done at risk.

      Picking up the bag from the chair, the thick Fiction book was in the arms and closed the door then stepped away. Human steps look the same and make them match the beat of the tone. Lenia, with excited steps and a smile passed through the crowd. The world feels alive. Vehicle and step in rhythm. Different jobs and life stories that are not as colorful, mixed.

      "Good morning sir." looked a smile after the words from Lenia's lips. A mother sat in front of the house, with a full body replying with a friendly smile. Lenia carried her smile past every wooden house building. The girl's steps stopped right in front of a window cap made of thick plastic and showed a girl with a hairband sitting in a chair with a black coffee cup on the table. Laptop is right in front of it. Seemed focused on typing.

      Lenia smiled, then headed for the white wooden door and entered the Cafe Vloren.

      "Eli, Eli, Eli what are you doing?" approached the girl named Eli and sat in front of him, with both hands as a defiant chin.

      The girl called muttered in response, Eli remained focused on his laptop.

      "Eli, and Eli." Lenia put on a sweet face.

      muttering a second time, "Lei, I'm being," said the cut and chose to stay focused on typing regardless of Lenia in front of him. Lenia pursed her lips together a sign of annoyance.

      "Black coffee and lambang (typical Dayak food) one regular serving!" he looked at the handsome brown barista who smiled at him. The man only showed his palm in return. Lenia put the bag on the table and opened the fiction book.

      "Let's see honey, which pages haven't been read!" Lenia turned page by page of the book. "Your brother almost forgot, glasses!"he said on the book, opened the bag and looked looking.

      A handsome barista came to put the plate with five pieces of sea cucumber with brown sugar and honey next to it.

      "How do I look?" He said with a plain face. The barista simply smiled sweetly, "just impress me!" Smiled and turned around to get coffee. Lenia looked innocent and started reading.

      The sound stopped, "Lei! What is your novel about?" Look at his laptop screen. "The question is, why fiction?" Sliding the mouse on his palm. Lenia smiled wryly, "because I've never made a work of fiction?" Lenia said without turning her face away from her reading.

      Eli was seen frowning, "who is he, in the title?" Staring at the phrase 'you're not a creature I deserve! Then go!' Staring at Lenia. The one in the face replied with a smile.

      "He's a nobody?" Freelance smiling.

      "You must have the model, who is it?" Unknowingly the barista knocked on the table. The two girls stared with shocked facial expressions.

      "Always come without warning!" Eli hit the barista's shoulder next to him.

      Lenia looks shook her head, "Rey, Rey." smiled. Rey pulled up a chair and started sitting next to them, "i'm a little curious, who is he?" Support the chin with the hand. repeated questions. Lenia's face looked flat and her gaze was not on a sheet of paper.

      "It's not because time is lacking but, because understanding intimidates the story, we." Lenia was silent and her face looked sad. "Because everything that's lost is coming back, right?" Smile at Rey.

      The man looked stiff, "may I give you a suggestion, I'm sure it'll all be repeated even if it's not the same scene but a similar scene. Quote of the novel I read." Rey smiled mysteriously as she moved her head slowly without turning her gaze away from Lenia.

      He was there, now that I opened my eyes, shards of glass were everywhere and blood was full on my hands and around my feet. I sit among the broken glass. My face feels cold, to shed tears. My eyes were blankly staring at the floor around the kitchen. My arm is full of warm, blood. Leaning on the white closet, everything looks messy.

"He's been driving me to something very sad." My gaze began to blur.