Swipe You, Swipe Me
The Prologue of the Three of Sword and the World

98 Hours ago

"See, look tomorrow...."

"Yes, tell-" the phone line was cut off before he even finished his sentence. Look at the screen for a moment.

Good night, good night

Tick one.

*

69 Hours ago

Commuting at work is never like commuting at a quiet eleven o'clock. However, he never felt disturbed when the clock home office made him stuck. As long as the wireless in the ear continues to play songs that entertain him.

⁇ (Watashi tachi pureirisuto) or Our Playlist becomes the closest friend while defending staying firm on top of the afternoon commuter. Our playlist is a arrangement of songs that they assemble together with their favorite songs.

What Tara does when she misses her boyfriend is just flipping through their playlist at a time like this. In his ears now reverberate one of the anime songs given by his lover, Mou Sukoshi by Atsumi Saori. His head nodded according to the tempo of the song.

Sometimes his body is pushed forward because of the number of passengers who go down. Sometimes his body is dragged and cornered because passengers boarded. Until someone standing in front of her allowed Tara to occupy the no man's seat.

What the hell is he doing there?

Tara hasn't checked her messaging app since this morning. There was no message from her boyfriend. He had no reason to read a single message especially with regard to office work after work time passed.

The song changed and in his ears reverberated another anime song from his childhood.

🎶ai sareta koto e ni kaita you na yuuhi

(Loved by yourself like a beautiful painting of twilight in the afternoon)

naki dashi sou ni natta koto nagusamete

(When I cry, you comfort me)

hitomi aruki dashita kage sono senaka ni tsuduita hi

(When I walk alone, your shadow follows me)🎶

"Nee Nande by Yoshizawa Rie"

To him, that was what Rendi was like in his eyes. A man who supports all positive decisions for the development of Tara's life. The man who comforts her when she forgets to be happy. The man who is there when he needs someone even though the distance separates them. He pressed the share button on the playlist and sent it to his girlfriend.

Back to tick one. There were no photos in their conversation window. This is not usual, Tara thought. But he ignored. Maybe he is confused to choose the photo that wants to be installed.

Thank you for being present in my life, Ren & Ren & I, thank you for being present in my life

Her work spirit dear 🥰

Tick one. Tara pinned the sentence after sharing the song she was listening to.

*

44 Hours ago

Tara looked at her conversation screen, nothing had changed since she last shared a song there. Rendi's the ass again? What was the last thing they talked about? I feel like there's nothing wrong.

The clock shows at half-nine in the evening and drowsiness so that he does not know if he is asleep. The conversation screen is still open. Check it in pairs and a photo of the man has appeared. However, there was no blue indicator on Tara's message.

*

22 Hours ago

"I called Acha last night. He said he had two more tickets for the Pangrupa Horizon exhibition. The exhibition time was right after I got home from Belitung. We're leaving?" babble Rendi.

"You called Acha last night?"

"Yes, he offered the ticket in a message. So I called him to make sure. It's gonna be" Tara cut Rendi's answer.

"Didn't see my message?"

"Already," he answered briefly along with the blue light indicator on the screen of Tara's phone. He read it two seconds ago. Tara snorted, feeling ridiculous.

"Ah, this is your favorite song" said Rendi happily. I don't know why Tara's ear laughs were insincere.

"I'm going to take a shower first" she responded.

"Four 10 nights? Remember your health, Tara, "the message.

You're making my heart unhealthy, Rendi. Could you call another woman while I'm waiting for you?

"Yes. Already, yes," Tara hung up the phone in annoyance. He didn't go to the bathroom because he did it half an hour ago.

*

This Saturday the conversation screen remains as quiet as it was 3 days ago. No words or pictures of the owner anymore. He was in bed staring at the polaroid Tara and Rendi when their relationship was officially 3 months old. At that time, Rendi had just returned from her project in Sukabumi. How much Tara misses him. He tried to contact her but the results were nil.

Ndud glanced at Tara bored because after Tara came home from work, her master only looked at the polaroid without pampering her a little with tickles in her puffer stomach. Ndud thought of taking the sheet of paper in the hands of his master who had already sucked the attention beyond himself. He rose from his prone position and approached his master's bed. The white hand was stretched out while holding onto the paper which made Ndud jealous. With unanimous determination...

A harghh!

Ndud managed to seize the polariod in Tara's hands and took him away. "Ndud, return the polaroid here." Shouted Tara.

However, Ndud still ran carrying the photo paper around the living room. Tara chased him until they were half a meter away but Ndud again managed to escape from between Tara's legs and hid under the dining table.

"Nddud! Not funny," he snapped.

Tara moved closer to the dining table.

"What's the matter, Nduk?" sekar asked in wonder because of the commotion around him.

"Ndud took a picture of Tara, Ma," Tara replied. He called his dog back.

A little more Tara managed to reach her polaroid, Ndud just stayed under the table. He looked at his master who was struggling to pick up the paper without blinking. Let's take it, I'm upset with this paper. That is the meaning of Ndud's gaze.

Tara's hand trembled because the distance was quite far with the length of her hand. "Come on, Ndud," please Tara. He was just afraid that Ndud would tear the photo.

After much effort, Tara managed to take the photo. Instead of the problem being solved, the photo that Tara captured even ignited Ndud's anger.

Grek!

Tara's arm was successfully between the teeth, Ndud. "YOURM!!!"

***

Black water gushed from both of his eyes. That Saturday, a strange wind greeted him in the morning until he wore eyeliner to frame his eyeballs. Unlike Tara usually, He refused to preen too much on weekdays until now He regretted.

Black stripes as tears shed her eyeliner. He did not know which reason was the result of crying. Either his arms are still twitching because Ndud bit him because of a fight over a piece of polaroid or shock in his heart when his lips say the word breaking to his lover, Rendi.

Tara is still on the bike, returning home from the clinic to get early help due to a Ndud bite. Thankfully, the doctor said he was fine because the bite Tara received by the pet was not a stray dog. Alcohol and a circular casse of cloth on Tara's arm who was now staring at her phone was empty.

"We broke up" said Tara. Breath and tears would not allow Him to say.

"What's that?" answer the heavy voice at the end of the phone. "I'm busy, you know? I'm not dumb-ass like a buffalo poked in his nose all day? I work."

"Yes," but Tara knew in her heart, something else in Rendi's tone was agreeing with her intuition. "but I can't keep this up."

"Tara, what do you want?" replied Rendi while sighing. He's confused. Until he was unaware that he was holding his phone too hard. "My phone's dead and my power bank's behind. No plugs around here. I'm. i,"

As long as Rendi spoke, Tara steeled herself to say firmly, "We broke up." Tara held back her tears from falling more.

Rendi, the nice guy she knew two years ago. They're LDR. Much of their time spent together using quotas rather than meeting in person. Busyness and distance erode slowly trust and open wide gate insecurities. Tara understands, she shouldn't be. But as a woman who does not know the news of her lover, makes him much more careless.

His co-workers often asked if everything was okay with a forced smile on Tara's lips, though he rushed to the toilet holding a sheet of tissue in his hand.

Tara knew breaking up was the hardest thing she said. But he knew, He suffered much more if he had to wait for news from the usual Rendi. Wiped his face that is getting more and more troubled. His heart was broken not wanting to hurry home and his mother saw his condition like a person who had no hope of life, messy and full of snot.

Tara put her phone in a doldrums, then turned on the motor. He forgot that his automatic starter was not working. While cursing annoyed Tara down and put up a double standard then start the motor with a manual. Until his umpteenth effort, the motor never turns on. He screamed in annoyance while hitting his motorcycle seat.

"Ah, gini aja you're not becus," sorry to yourself. "Joint..." He sobbed.

"Let me help you" a young man who Tara was unaware of offered to help start the bike.

Without further ado Tara stepped aside to let the young man help start his motorbike. Tara just looked down not to see who was helping her, she still realized how bad she looked now.

Twice as long as the motor is alive. "This is mbak, already." the young man stepped aside to let Tara ride his bike.

While pulling the mucus of her nose so that Tara could speak well, she uttered an unclear thank you while sniffing her head respectfully.

"Do not need to cry can not live motorbike, just call someone in the stalls, mbak. A bunch. Ask for help if needed, we can not always be strong alone," he said.

"Yes" Tara replied. "Thank you again, yeah, ma'am."

"Together, madam. Thankfully I passed by, yes. Be careful on the road, ma'am. Wiped his eyes, let's see the road clear."

Tara nodded and did not know what to say, He lowered his standards and turned the gas around.

The young man watched Tara who was getting smaller and smaller, smiling.

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