CRACKS
PAUSE IN EVENTS

KINAN stood in front of the gate, waving his hands. The little girl looked agile to and fro, wiggling her thin body.

Robby drove his car through Kinan, he tried to be as relaxed as possible. A flash of Erlangga's shadow could really be a brake for him to not look like a child in love drunk.

How hard he was to hold his eyes back from greeting the girl. But eventually he managed to become a pretender.

KINAN was so happy, she glanced at the duren in hopes of a sweet reprimand.

However, his hope was in vain, let alone reprimand glances were not.

Kinan was disappointed, upset and angry. Imagining Robby's face as if he didn't know her passing by.

He felt neglected, after a night of favors they passed. Even that night Robby in Kinan's eyes was an angelic figure, handsome, Gentle, fragrant as well as warm.

Kinan felt that only he had feelings of liking. It's a one-sided feeling! Her thought.

Kinan was angry, very angry especially when he imagined Wening holding Robby's hand.

Many possibilities and prejudices are then born.

*****

A beautiful sunset on the Ancol beach. The beach is never deserted it becomes the best place to spend time.

Ancol is not only famous in the city of Jakarta but also very famous outside the city even remote areas know Ancol.

Ancol has a beautiful beach that is also known to go abroad.

Yoga is a type of leisurely exercise that fits perfectly into the aduhai beach landscape around Symphony of the Sea.

Cycling around the Ancol area while enjoying the morning air. Run down Carnaval Beach to the end of Ancol Beach MallJalan.

Kinan's face was red. The sun began to slip at the west end. The beach air is cool with a slightly strong wind.

The dim Afternoon air will feel cool, a combination of the wind produced by the waves that begin to tide and trees that begin to produce oxygen.

The gentle breeze brushed Kinan's hair, the cute girl with the bangir life swept the entire view offshore. He let Erlangga busy enjoying the face of his father and ignorant with all his accessories. Erlangga is like that.

Playing the tip of her hair, squeezing her pingles mischievously, sometimes Erlangga bravely enjoyed the beauty of her breasts.

Erlangga is a little naughty, but you can make sure he only does it with Kinan.

“Examination is done, yank, our time will not be long.”

Erlangga's gaze looked sad, she pulled Kinan's hand to bring her body closer.

Sitting on the edge of Ancol beach is not the first, but the atmosphere this time is different. Kinan's legs swung against the water layer.

Happily with the ripples of the waves getting naughty to him.

The sea water swallowed Kinan's feet in pleasure.

Ancol Beach began to dark but increasingly sparkling. People's activities have not diminished at all. You could say the night is getting crowded.

According to information Ancol beach is open at 06:00 and ends at 22:00. For the sake of stability, he said.

Kinan took out a mobile camera to capture the light of Dusk as well as the beauty of the two-and-a-dua with Erlangga.

“I'll look black on camera,”

Kinan paid no attention to Erlangga's protests.

“Kinan! I'll go, say something.”

“Means our time together is getting shorter!” Said Kinan.

“Will we still be loyal to each other?” said again.

Erlangga's speech was like an arrow that directly stuck in Kinan's heart. The woman who was busy capturing some sweet shots stopped her activity, she looked at Erlangga with a face full of guilt.

“Er, why do I feel we will be separated forever.”

“E....! Mouths! if you don't think about it first!” erlangga is upset! The Mood Ambyar.

“Iist,” Kinan snatch feeling led by Erlangga.

“Why isn't this his school? In Jogja, in Jakarta, or in other cities in Indonesia. Indonesia gave birth to many good universities.”

“In Japan there are my grandparents, they also want to get acquainted with me. That's the hell, excuse papa.”

The atmosphere of Ancol beach is fun to visit young people. They spend time with their partner all night.

“We go home a little later, I want to be with you tonight.”

“We change clothes, it is not good to wear school clothes in outdoor events.”

“No ah, we go home.”

Heigh!

Erlangga looked at Kinan in surprise, just saying he wanted to be together, a second later wanted to go home. Kinan is completely different today.

“Serious?”

“I want to go home! Er, I love you.”

Kinan's eyes dimmed, there was a great struggle emanating in his eyes.

Erlangga wanted to guess, but was paused. If Kinan doesn't want to be honest, then he's not ready.

Although Kinan turned emotional, aggressive and very sensitive. Erlangga just guessed, that Kinan's problem, because they would be separated.

Erlangga is very familiar with the change in weather of Kinan's attitude, fourteen years together is not a short time to understand each other.

At 20:06 Erlangga had already parked his vehicle in front of the house, though he kept wondering in his heart, there was nothing he could get except a blank guess.

Kinan seemed reluctant to answer Erlangga's questions honestly.

Along the way Kinan just kept quiet. He even rejected anything Erlangga offered. Even when eating at their favorite places.

'Maybe I made mistakes? Or offend him? Or is it possible that Kinan was angry at my planned departure to Japan?'

In the courtyard of the house, already parked his papa car, the car looks wet, the possibility of his papa from going far away.

“Tumben.” The whisper was slow, though,

Kinan himself immediately ran home.

His heart is fucked. She was afraid that Erlangga's eyes would redeem her body so that it could look into her already stained heart.

Robby's shadow won't disappear from his eyes, continuing to follow wherever he goes.

All the objects around him transformed into the figure of the legit duren.

Erlangga looked at Kinan's back which immediately closed the front door tightly.

There is no goodbye kiss, hand wave or Kinan habit that is always fussy. Even Kinan's footsteps seemed hurriedly like they were avoiding something.

Not as usual? This one and that! want this want that! before separating.

**********.

"TC, Kalimantan has a story"

I don't know, in which season will we meet ...? the pause of events is as much a pseudo story.

I'm still where we used to laugh together, folding the sheets of the day in poetry numbers.

Until I was finally tired

Then it disappeared in the rocks of the times

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