Come Here Datu
Come Here Datu

      The sound of an open fence and a motor that stopped next to Lenia's little house. Bart entered the house, in the hand hanging uei bags greeted with a view of a girl who looks busy making yellow cooking chicken in her small kitchen.

      Eyes were fixed on the uei (rotan) bag in Bart's hands, "water sparkling in the bath, and towels in the closet!" The man approached and kissed Lenia on the cheek. Away from the girl, in hand still carrying a bag filled with pads. Turn around to the room, put the uei (rotan) bag in the closet, take a blue towel, and go into the bathroom. The sound of water falling on the white ceramic floor with a hint of blue, Bart closed his eyes by leaning against the back of the bath.

      Lenia put the yellow cooked chicken pieces into the dish, took the rice from the rice cooker, sambal sarai (squeeze) on a small plate, ice water from the refrigerator, and put it in the dish, two glasses and two dishes from the shelf, one hunk, and put everything on the dining table. The girl walked towards the room, a slight knock on her bathroom, "i'm waiting at the dinner table!" Opening his eyes and gazing at the echoing door, Bart smiled obliquely at the bathup.

      Bart wore a blue towel on his waist. Her hair looked still wet, and proudly walked towards the kitchen and sat on the dining chair. Lenia blinked her eyes many times, "the sight looks familiar?" Breathe in and slow down.

      "You brought men here?" Put the rice in a dish and wash your hands in the cobokan.

      "I didn't do it!" Lenia's voice rose, "boy and my friend!" Doubtful.

      "I like the chicken!" Sounds like a diversion. One chicken thigh was bitten neatly with grace.

      Lenia looked at him flat, the girl's hand that had already entered the cobokan, making a mouthful of rice and chili into the mouth.

      The sound of plates and glasses crashing into each other while on the kitchen sink. Bart washes the dishes and Lenia puts them on top of the dish dryer.

      "Your hobby is bad?" Water touching plate.

      "You know!" Bart seemed to seriously listen without paying attention to Lenia who also focused on the plate in hand, "Over stress due to blood phobia but a little grateful when experiencing PCOS!" Smiling knot.

      "Polycystic ovarian syndrome, amenorrhea!" Lenia interfered. Bart gave the girl a glass.

      "But this 3 months I've had a fairly normal period!" A little smile blooms.

      Light through the window, Lenia was stretched out with her eyes closed. Eli was next to her. Lenia's condition seems weak.

      "Therapy guarantees more healing, she experiences events that affect her memory patterns and that imprint. Fainting, vomiting, shortness of breath, weak body and shaking when met with blood even a drop of blood. You watched Rey and told me about it?" dr. Alan Grace R talks to Rey.

      "Eli's watching her, I'm just afraid she's having dysmenorrhea, Alan!" Focus on the doctor in front of him.

      "You won't be able to bring him here, the handling is definitely different Rey!" Alan Grace R is a specialist in mental health, psychology.

      "He is a human being who does not want others to be involved with his personal circumstances. Give me a prescription for therapy?" Leaning the body, the folds of the hands on the chin and the tip of the elbow on the table, the gaze remains focused in one direction.

      "Hope always starts from the person, God will not grant requests without effort. I'll give directions to him and him who fights!" The gaze on Rey and the man looked at Lenia instead.

      "My tasks will pile up even more, lan!" Lying weakly on the table.

      Memories that release taste. The greedy attention. The wait is back to normal.

      Lenia sits face to face on the bed, hands on a laptop keyboard. The sound of a finger singing.

      "Where are you?" In Bart's hand a small towel, milk liquid and orange bath in a small basin. Heading towards Lenia's room, while focusing on the dialogue from her glasses.

      "I'm not going to kill you!" Pulling on Lenia's hand, the girl looked puzzled but according. Get out of bed in a standing position. Bart placed the basin on the bedside table, put the towel in the milk and orange bath and rinsed the body starting from the girl's hand.

      'If I knew you were like this, cousin. I won't kill myself by jumping at you!' Busy with the voice in front of him.

      "Enjoy your party!" Bart turned off his communications, disabling them with a blue touchscreen from his glasses. The glasses are back to normal. Lenia undid her blue shirt and gray jeans, just putting them on the bed. From top to bottom the towel touched the girl's body. His thin-layer clothes looked petite and harmonious on the body.

Bart put the towel into the basin.

      "Want what color?" Lenia seemed confused by the question.

      "Your night clothes?" Bart explained briefly.

      "Because you're a beast, I need my red negligee!" The finger in slight movement, a thin blue mist was clearly visible around the hand. Swiping on Lenia's body, starting from the hand and left with a slight pull on the end of the girl's negligee.

      Bart smiled as he carried a basin of towels into the kitchen. His body was still wearing a blue towel around his waist and the muscles lined up neatly as a show.

      Lenia sat back on the bed. A minute's lapse, and Bart is by the bedside. Taking off the towel, Lenia flinched in a stiff. The towel came loose and was quickly replaced by a sleeping kimono befriended with the same woven trousers, patterned on a red dragon. The supine position, leaning against the back of the bed, and a slight hand movement of the Tamiang Layang History book in his hands.

      Lenia took the pillow as a backrest. The laptop was placed on a small table in front of the girl. Feet in the middle of the table.

      "Use this for your bones!" Give the ice bottle with his left hand while the right hand and gaze remain focused on the reading. The girl took over the bottle from Bart's hand and placed it on his slightly painful lower back.

      Lenia's hands focused on the keyboard, continuing her novel. One by one the words are on the screen. Bart removes the book from his hand, sets the position on his back to sleep, and one triangle-shaped hand falls off as a headboard other than a pillow.

      "Alarm glasses, light them up, remember El's time!" Closing eyes.

      Lenia stared at the light table, "i can only nod!"

      The lights dimmed in Lenia's little house. The antique car looks to rewind and go from there. Carry tasks, information.

      The sound of the alarm made the girl aware it was about time. Turn off the laptop, the small table is folded into a laptop bag of wood. Put it on his desk, go back to bed, and pull the quilt up to Bart's chest. The man seemed to be asleep in the arms of the night.

      "Good night!" Bart kissed Lenia's right cheek, the man's eyes opened slowly. The position is still half the upper body, above Bart.

      "Night!" A little bit away from the man below. Lenia placed her head on the pillow, and the body was allowed to hug the bolster on her left side.

      The wind is getting colder, and the night is getting longer. Two beings share. Bart hugged Lenia's petite body on the blanket, a neat embrace of fur up to the girl's shoulder.