Dusk Bleak
Retrogressive

Cit.....

Et...

“Return dong! “

The reverse car that was originally too far away from the position Claudia was standing.

“Yuk...“.

“Where?“

“Street.“

“Lo...“.

“Iya.“

“Yesterday was not a tour. That's why I'm taking the road.“

“Mumpung his car idle,“ Antony said while carrying his luxury car.

“I'm lazy if there must be such a terrible case,“ said Claudia slightly shuddered, if remembering the events that have been.

“We just go around while spending time still dusk and the weather is good like this. If it doesn't rain that way, we'll get wet.“

“In the car also.“

They also travel around the city.

“Eat...“ says Ant invites.

“Do not."

“This is an expensive restaurant. Lots of good food. There's a cold soda. Young goat tongseng food, pizza, martabak, spaghetti, cendol dawet, sate.“

They just buy food. Then sit for half an hour to finish the meal.

Then back.

“Where are you guys from?“ said Grandma who knew it was on the terrace to meet those who enter the car.

“It's Nek, streets.“

The road is tireless, there is always a long breath, to explore an experience, which can be a memory for the future, and will be presented to the story. Sweet story bitter story. All of this is just taste. An unbearable bitter taste. Sweet taste if pleased. Not from the sweetness of sugar. But from the sweetness of memories. Will always spice up the story on various stories. About real adventure. From time to time. Which is not lost even though self is lost. But the story will be. If only it were really touching. In someone's heart. And be willing, extend the description. For the sake of her purpose an end. Which confuses. But expected. And the end of it will be sweet. If it ends sweet. But it becomes bitter. If it doesn't end soon.

“Maclum is young, Nek.“

Youth is beautiful, a soul full of ideals where there is time to think about everything that is so interesting. Refusal to continue. Want to stay in time. Where the young are enjoyed by a smile. Who can appreciate it. And make room. For his young soul to not end. Continues smoldering. The soul of satria. And a time of dreams. To immediately create. And fiery, for his smoldering tempest. And back, in the beginning, it was in his youth.

“Before we got married and got pregnant. Enjoyed first nek.“

Waiting for that birth. Which sometimes becomes a wait where there is an arrival desired by two pairs who understand like a hill like a big belly sign that something will be present and still wait for the time of the arrival of desire that beautiful.

Acid, it's getting sour. And it will grow sour, if the smile is so sour. Unaltered. If the sweetener exists. Is that....

Salt, which is salting. So salty adventure. The salt acid lives. Various experiences to look at. On the human journey. To live his life.

A beautiful life. It will mean more. If there are complementary spices. Whatisit? Experiences. And the experience will be more complete. Whatisit? Deeds. Good deeds that accompany it.

It will look beautiful. If it is divided among others. Who scrolls between pieces of despair. Asa is always full. From sincerity of heart. Until it bears beautiful fruit. The reality of that hope.

“Iya New.“

“Go home, Nek.“

Claudia pamit's.

Antony wants to take the lover, but Claudia says “no need, it's normal kok.“