Come Here Datu
Come Here Datu

...Chapter V...

      The dead sea will never be able to dissolve me. It has lost the sense of hugging by the hand line. Has lived in my heart with past rhymes.

      A pair of blue roses dancing in the vot, on the window edge of the room. The highlight of the afternoon sky light has been a reddish afternoon. The light that came in started to change color. The change in later.

      "Sister Leilei, I made ginger coffee for brother!" Cerel placed on top of the cocktail table right in front of Lenia's living room television.

      "I'll get the cake out of the fridge!" Lenia's hair was upholstered in a towel and was still wearing a bath kimono. Put it on the same table. Cerel sat down just waiting on the sofa and Lenia next. Turn on the television, "sure not to sleep with brother?" Sipping coffee.

      "Sister Eli did not want to sleep alone, he said." Smile widely.

      "How was your Junior High School?" Put coffee on the table.

      "Okay, even I seem to be very famous in school!" Blinking, one mouthful of cake in the mouth.

      "Aren't you safe then, you're at the parlor?" A cautious voice.

      Shut up for a moment, and a mouthful of cake into Lenia's mouth. "The orphanage's mother called me and one week ago I was on Rey's way to the parlor. Everything's fine." A wide smile full of enthusiasm.

      Lenia smiled with a cake in her mouth. "Then that's my biggest excuse!"

      The door and the door were wide open. Eli rushed in, took off his coarse heels on the doorstep, and headed for the kitchen toilet. The two people who enjoyed the dialogue simply fell silent. A few minutes passed and the sound of water echoed. Eli took a deep breath out from inside the toilet while holding his stomach.

      "Have you taken your medicine?" Eli simply nodded, looking sweat at the girl's temple. Forcing himself to sit next to Cerel and Lenia.

      "At the party you must have chosen foods containing coconut milk?" Eli leaned weakly against the back of the sofa, "your stomach is unable to adapt to it if it's too much Eli dear!" Serious tone.

    "I forgot the stomach warning and tempted Lei!" Welded face.

      "Not entirely sure, in your mind and heart must say, enjoy and easily just take the medicine later!" Cerel and Lenia shook their heads.

      "I'll take you to the hospital." Stand up and step towards the room while removing the towel from his head.

      "He's an adult!" Eli looked pale while holding his stomach, a rough voice dragged from there. Run to toliet.

      Abusive experiences throw themselves at what is being missed in the present. All reprimands should be evidence of advice but, avoided by the next minute. Enthralled by challenging things.

      'I'll wait at my party!' Looks warm on the screen of a man's device repairing his gray suit. Taking the silver watch from the maroon table, staring at the needle that kept going and back there. Lopsided smile, wrapped around the watch chain on the hand. Footsteps above the parmadani, making a pounding tone of the monkstrap. The strings are left to light up on the table and attach more importance to the old-fashioned silver glasses with chains hanging on each side of the lower ear. What a graceful appearance. Black classic car running on asphalt. Each leaf fluttered and moved away. It feels at home.

      A man appears to be making a speech on the classical stage, "this evening I say we are partying, I believe that we do not need strict weaponry, we are not partying modern, I believe, my friends we enjoy a classic party with rules. Have fun!" A heavy sound at the end of the sentence is included with the blink of an eye.

      Couple with party dress of freedom of choice. Dancing, singing, cash withdrawal and disposal games, and greed in each other's bodies out in the open or closed. All pleasures are entrenched in an inhabited throne that promises an opportunity against time. Make it worthwhile or end. All have their time and please choose your throne in the promised land.

      Different parties, at Tingang Hospital, Eli and Lenia were sitting on different armchair chairs with equivalent rows. An old man doctor sat down before them, his body filled. The doctor's friendly smile is always there.

      "I told you not to torture your stomach with excessive food, you didn't listen!" dr. Hendro Wisja warned him a number of times.

      "That means not just the same prescription but the equivalent patient lecture. I'll try to repent, doc!" Flat face like a lost hope for, "excellent, she's hard to let go of it doc!" Lenia lit a fire.

      "Eli, health and disease need not be sought because it will certainly come alone but there must be a struggle and a border of ourselves for the word delay!" The second warning, with a friendly face.

       "It's hard to counsel yourself Doc!" Her tears are flowing.

      dr. Hendro and Lenia shifted the chair, slightly sitting away from Eli.

      "I'm sure he's not Eli Doc!" dr. Hendro nodded, seeming to agree with Lenia's words.

     Taxi waiting in front of the hospital. Cerel sat in it and Eli just came in. The door was closed by Lenia from the outside, "we're home!" Eli is still holding his belly, waving his farewell sign, and let's just say it's temporary.

      "Don't miss Leilei's sister." Cerel smiled from behind Eli.

      "You put the keys in a normal place, right?" Cerel nodded and Lenia looked stroked her chest as she felt safe.

      "Be careful with Lei's bike!" Lenia nodded with Eli's advice.

      "You must also hear my advice El!" Scrambling Eli's hair, the girl stared coldly.

      "Logger!" Taxi is going slowly.

      Lenia smiled widely while shaking her head, Cerel waved from behind the car window while Eli only displayed a hand grip. Two hands were raised and waved by Lenia in return. Wearing a helmet, turning on the bike and time to go.

      Lenia put the key to the motorcycle in the television cabinet with her helmet. The device sounds and on the screen displays a message without a clear sender, and there appear five messages have not been opened. Lenia seemed to think. But the hand opens the message.

      'I always hoped that what seemed foolish would not be believed, but I still turned my heart in the direction I was warning.'

      Lenia looks hunting with a device, a quick call to the taxi company. Controlling the motor itself can be a mistake when the heart and logic are not in line. The quickest urgent thing to do, not necessarily the logic of playing with it.