Princess Endut
135. Night Market (Vomiting)

"Sorry," said Ken who quickly let go of his embrace.  

Ken got up and tidied up his jacket that was not too messy. He adjusted his breathing that had been tormenting him since he managed to return to his original seat.

Weva glanced at Ken who was now back holding on to the iron. Not long ago Ken took a glance to make the two of them see each other and as a result they both compactly directly misbehaved.

Weva nibbled her lips stiffly. He moved his fingers combing his bangs that were not at all messy.

Weva breathed a long breath from the tip of her lips trying to win herself and also at the same time on the hanger that beat very fast.

"A fear of heights?"

The question of Weva who had arrived just struck Ken like a bolt of lightning in broad daylight. Ken opened his eyes with a sinister look.

"What did you say?"

"Yes, fear. Ken's afraid of heights, huh?"

"Eh, good! Unplug, yea lo words! I'm not afraid of what's called altitude!" angered Ken who he unconsciously casually removed his grip and pointed at Weva's spontaneous lips instantly distancing his face.

"Gue isn't afraid of heights!" ken.

Weva could only be silent. Weva did not understand why Ken saw emotion once to scold him especially when he discussed the issue of height.

Weva took a short breath. He intended to support his chin, but his bowed head made his eyes see a beautiful view of the flickering lights of vehicles lined up neatly below there crowded the traffic jam of Jakarta.

"Well, that's pretty," Weva marveled.

Ken was silent and did not respond.

"Look, deh!" pinta Ken pointed, making Ken bow.

Both of Ken's eyes were rounded staring at the scene from above that height. Suddenly his head dizzy followed by his stomach that feels heartburn.

Ken covered his mouth while his other hand touched the surface of his stomach that was so uncomfortable. It felt like something moving inside made him want to vomit.

"Ken! Ken why?"

"Gue-gue can't stand it, Wev!"

"Can't stand it?" tanya Weva did not understand.

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Weva fell silent with her flat face while poking at the back of Ken's neck which was now spewing out his entrails in a garbage can.

If only Weva knew that Ken was afraid of heights and would get dizzy after seeing the heights maybe he would not ride the rides. This is the second mistake for Weva.

And look now! Ken is so pathetic.

Ken sat himself in the chair while Weva ran away to buy a bottle of mineral water from one of the merchants and then he came back to Ken who appeared to be massaging the back of his neck.

"Ken, this is a drink!"

Ken looked up at Weva who was so worried looking at him. From here Weva could see both of Ken's eyes that looked flushed.

Ken took a sip of his bitter-tasting saliva. It felt like he wanted to vomit again, but with all his strength he tried to hold it.

Ken moved his hand intending to grab the bottle, but his hand felt limp.

"Gue can't."

Hearing this, Weva sat down beside Ken. He opened the bottle with great difficulty.

"Let's drink!"

Ken glanced at Weva who was moving the bottle close to his lips. Ken was only able to obey, he opened his lips and his hand that helped push the bottle made his hand successfully touch the back of Weva's hand which spontaneously stared at Ken's hand.

Weva did not understand how she felt when Ken touched her hand. He moved his eyes to look at Ken who was sipping water from the bottle that Weva was still holding.

He looked seriously at every inch of Ken's face that looked handsome even though only faced with the light of the lights of the pedangan who were still busy selling.

Ken glanced at the sight of Weva, quickly turning his eyes and removing his hand from the bottle, making the bottle nearly fall, but Weva quickly caught it.

"Sorry."

Ken nodded stiffly. He also does not understand his feelings.

"Will I have a drink?"

Ken shakes.

"No" whispered.

Both of them are suddenly silent. None of them spoke anymore.

While Weva was only able to stare towards the night market, staring at one by one the rides that exist. Weva occasionally laughed when he saw the visitors who looked so happy while riding the rides.

Pandagan Weva is now centred on a small family enjoying a night market. A mother and father were busy shouting at his son who was riding a swivel horse along with his peers.

Not long after the girl stepped down and ran to her father and mother with a warm embrace.

Weva smile. The sound of the child's laughter made Weva feel their happiness too. Weva was suddenly silent, she was bowed with a pouting face.

"Lo why?"

Weva.

"Continue?"

Weva.

"Weva just remembered Mommy and Papi. If Weva's childhood was like that little boy, maybe Weva would be happy."

"Honestly Weva never came to the night market. Weva is always not allowed."

"Why?"

Weva breathed a long breath.

"Because Mommy is just as busy, so don't jump into the night market. Let alone making it to the night market, eating together aja it is rare even Weva can count."

"Same as Ken."

Ken looked at Weva who was looking at him.

"Ken must be nice to be invited to the night market, right? You see Ken must be loved by Mama Laila."

Ken smiled thinly.

"Not really. I often go to the night market, but you don't know how complicated it is to be me."

"Ribetan?"

"Yes ribet. I think that down to the night market you have to wear a two-layer jacket, thick socks, a hat that covers your ears and wear hand shirts, just like a child who wants to play ice."

"That's really complicated. Not to mention if you want to play the horse, definitely not allowed."

"Who? Why?"

"Mama is afraid I fall, afraid there is a broken machine continues to make me shocked and there are many more reasons."

"So? Ken never went up?"

"Good, but only once and after that never again."

"Why? Not exciting, is it?"

"Seru, but shameful."

"Then why?"

"How not to be ashamed to try if Mama and I ride on a swivel horse. The other children are on ngetawain, not to mention if Mama is the same father to replace the nyuapin using rice under the house."

Weva let go of her laughter after hearing a story about Ken's childhood that she thought was so very funny.

"Lo, how about a laugh, anyway?" ask Ken who is laughing too.

"Ken also laughs, but funny, Mama Laila sama pak Ahmad who took a swivel horse ride, hahahaha."

"Well, I know, maybe if there is a race of parents who really love their children, my parents must be nominated."

Ken sculpting. He was so serious looking at Weva who was still smiling loosely as if there was no burden on his shoulders.

Ken can't be like this. He could not have let Weva just sit still and watch people pass by like he does today.

Weva looked up as someone clasped his wrist.

"Ken?"

"Lo's going for a walk, right?"

Ken stared at the clock on his watch.

"We still have plenty of time, come on!"

Weva got up from the chair as Ken pulled her and led her through the steps holding Weva's wrist.