Come Here Datu
Come Here Datu
Fajr is a short journey. Morning gives the heart the insight to smile. Brief, dense and clear as an authoritative greeting. The sound of slow tapping in a clear rhythm, the aroma of spices penetrates the sense of smell. A man who was still wearing a nightgown looked seriously excited at the wok filled with cow shawl.
The former spice blender he used was still located on top of the kitchen sink. Bart put the shawl in a white plate. Opening the pot, there stranded ribs from pigs, more precisely sop. Tomato sauce with terasi, two glasses of milk and two glasses of cold water have been presented at the dining table with rice cooker.
Position in the embrace of his fur blanket, and his eyes were a little difficult to open, the curtains were still closed. Lenia moved from the bed to the kitchen. The middle hour is 06:00.
"Limau massage?" Rubbing his eyes while walking towards Bart. The man greeted with a hug, "create rendang, and we'll have breakfast" Lenia looked up, "i shower and brush my teeth first!" But closing my eyes with Bart as a backrest, "I'll bathe you until your period is over!" The girl opened her eyes.
"I can shower myself!" Slowly but surely as a rebuttal.
"I'm not going to be like this forever." Lenia looked up a second time.
"Till your phobias are completely gone!" Lopsidedly smiles.
Something makes you act mature. Decision becomes the decisive part in doing. What happened on the last day?
The sound of the shower was rough, Lenia standing without a piece of cloth in front of Bart. The man was wearing only sleeping pants. Hand turn, touching the whole body of the girl in front of him with foam filled with soap.
"One time I'll forgive you." Smile widely.
"I won't apologize!" Lopsidedly smiles. Giving a massage to Lenia's head, it's time for the shampoo foam to bubble.
Air shower sweeping soap foam. The sound of the washing machine sounded soft. Lenia was wearing a red negligee, drying her hair in front of her Kartinni dresser. Bart came out of the bathroom clad in an anti-fit style black T-shirt, and black fabric pants without pleats.
"We eat." At a glance of hand movement, Lenia's curly hair moved slowly and bound itself. Smiling at himself in the mirror, giving a nod to Bart.
Breakfast at the dinner table. Spoons and palms clashed at the plate. The daily dialogue sounds harsh. Closed with Bart lying on his back while crossing his arms, asleep on Lenia's thigh. Positioned on the couch, the TV on. Lenia enjoys every orange that goes into her mouth.
Planting war must be with the wretched hearted in order for your war to be accepted. War will not reverberate when you are not sincere to share. How bloody is your logical experience that the heart becomes the ruler.
Five days passed, the time for flowers to be cleaned. Lenia was sitting on the sofa, serious on her typing. Laptop is lit up with the word printed on.
'Ley I'll wait till this afternoon!' Lenia's screen is on the table. The wrinkles on the forehead are clearly visible. Bart put milk and chocolate cake on the dinner table.
'Don't bring the stash home!' A message from Bart is written on Lenia's wallpaper.
"Body and morning, two people stress me out!" Go to the refrigerator and get ice cream. The wire rings, Eli calls.
"I'm the one who raised El!" Sitting on the sofa, the ears are held up to the shoulders when the device is between them.
'Don't be late I'll send you a script this afternoon, Lei!' Lenia took a breath.
"I'll send it this afternoon!" The voice sounded soft.
'Lei's menstrual period, I'll be there, what will it take?' Sounded worried.
"Done last night, I tried not to emotion El. You're pumping my emotions!" Take a few breaths, to calm down.
"Are you okay?" Slowly. The door of the house is open, on the hand looks the key of the motor. Get ready for Lenia's house.
'He accompanied me until dawn!' The voice from across the device sounded responsible. A little long silence. Finally the answer echoed.
"Then try not to make it late in the afternoon when you send me Lei's script!" Phone off. Closing the door and a brief smile on his lips.
'I need a coffee, Lei.' The reply came quickly.
"This man wants to talk about me, for sure!" Turn off the TV with the remote.
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Words are about taste. Meeting is just how strongly logic holds back for the last moment full of lip-pulling. Regret is also the same word to represent emotion. The wise will be at the end of the darkest point of the heart. When all is revealed we cannot choose what has been chosen. Able to pull the tongue and close the lips.
Dancing cloth on the lip of the window, door knocked. A grandmother with gray hair, although wrinkles seemed to disappear from the face, but a warm smile curved on her lips.
"I've been waiting a long time!" dr. Alan sat down on the sofa in his room. Sexy albino woman's graceful face.
"I just want to thank you, Doc!" Smile perfectly, put the basket uei (rotan) on the table. Made some blue roses, full in the basket.
"A long time, I guess?" Staring at the basket, "I'm sure you're too hard on yourself!" Smilingly.
"A few years ago I was here as a young man, and on my return, "quietly, "someone with a different beauty but, I still know, is right in front of me."
"I'll give you hope!" dr. Alan pulled the flower basket right in front of his chest.
"Big and small hope I have, just need to move or rest!" Warm smile.
dr. Alan walked towards the flower vot by the window. The gaze was fixed on the hustle and bustle of the people in his office park.
"I love seeing people, not looking like tomorrow, but walking as much as I can!" Smile while arranging flowers, replacing them with withered roses.
"A lot of time is indeed that cannot be owned by humans, but having one day with capital all the sense that is the antidote for humans." Put a small wooden box on the table.
"There are many things about humans that we don't end up discussing. It is full of mysteries that cannot be revealed. Make jealousy a, Boom!" Sit back on his chair. Slowly pull one palm of grandma in front of him and grunt him.
"Make this old grandmother touched, and take her advice. Feel like you owe me, doc." His gaze was warm and clingy.
"Save it off anytime and anywhere!" Blink.
"Today I intend to stay with you, Dr. Alan." Warm smile.
"Greed cannot satisfy you, and competition will take away humanity. It is not in vain that being human can do many things in a short time. I can't have any of that!" Breathe in, "getting in your destination well, you can't be careful because I'm sure your place is fine." Smiling as a cover of dialogue.
It takes a word of direction to have a proper dialogue. The chain of destiny as a binder between the soulful hands. However, it took a day on the train with the coachman in the form of taste. Because the destiny of life and death is found and separated.