Swipe You, Swipe Me
The Knight of Cups and King of Swords in Reverse

"Sir, can I borrow the lighter?" someone admonished the cool Tara with a factory-white twisting on her lips.

"Monggo, mas.." he stretched out his lighter and found Genta there. His eyes widened, "Genta!"

"Nice to see me?" Genta smiled widely. Her heart was beating faster than before when she saw Tara from a distance.

"How do you know I'm here?" ask Tara wonder. Other than Kiara, no one knew this was the place to escape.

"I smell your scent" Genta sniffed the air and stopped not far from Tara's face. "Then I got here," His gaze was deep and calm.

Tara pushed Genta's face while laughing. "You're not Ndud or Tipsy."

"If it is associated with his loyalty, I submit to them, '" Genta believed.

"You don't even have tail," Tara snorted and smiled. "Welcome to my hiding place." He stretched out both his hands.

"This place is also good for my hiding," Genta said as he weighed.

Genta circulated his gaze while assessing the edge of the artificial lake. The place is quiet, with lush trees framing this lake. The sound of the birds adds to the silence of the place.

"May, I?" he asked the woman by his side who had just exhaled a long white smoke.

"No problem, it's a public place." said Tara.

"You have an event today?" Belt-rigged clapper.

"I'm the only human being who doesn't have an agenda until the new year is past 5 days" Tara's circus said.

"Every day is the same for me, Tara," Genta refuted his body with both hands. "How about we go to the shopping mall?"

"Ah stale," said Tara quickly.

"Watching?"

"I'd better turn on Netflix at home" Tara sipped her cigarette again.

"Ah, if..."

***

"I won't ride it again" Genta leaned over and held onto his limp knees.

Genta took the girl to the amusement park. After entering it, the first vehicle chosen is a swing boat. All this time he avoided the vehicle. But he had no other choice, because the vehicle was the first seen when entering the park area.

Tara patted her back slowly, "Well, first I ride is also no different from you, I immediately vomit."

"I've always avoided these rides" he pointed to the large ship that had started to swing back.

"So who's excited about the time in line?" tara's lips pursed.

"I want to look brave in front of you" Genta straightened his body and held his chest.

"You're always that honest," Tara's laughter broke.

"Now it's my turn to determine the rides yes," Tara clapped in excitement. Genta just nodded while adjusting the rhythm of his heart that is not desirable. "Let's fight the Tornado." Tara pulls Genta's hand.

"Yes, Lord," said Genta.

Along to the place of the vehicle, Genta only looked at the hand of the woman who grasped his hand. There was an unspeakable feeling that he felt.

All this time, Tara never really touched her. During this time the woman clearly avoids physical touch. All this time, Genta felt he didn't really count. Can he hope for more now?

He clasped Tara's hand and the girl turned. Genta had anticipated in case the girl pulled her hand. But all she received was a smile and Tara turned back.

"Thankfully today was not very crowded visitors. Usually we run out of time because we wait too long for our turn, right?" Tara looked at the line that was wrestling. If it's long we'll call snaking.

"Maybe today was given specifically to make you happy," Genta ruffled the girl's hair slowly.

The girl's thin reaction looked like it used to be, defensive. A second later, he smiled again, causing Genta to lower her hand and stroke her hair.

"Tell me."

"About?" Tara raised both eyebrows.

"Why does it feel like the distance between us is still not decreasing?" genta polo said.

The girl smiled, "it takes extra patience to wait for me to open my heart, Genta. That's all."

"It's not because of your ex, is it?" Genta had wanted to ask about this for a long time. He did not know if this was the right time for him to ask. But now or later will the same result?

"Replace?" his eyes grew bigger when he mentioned that name. "Eitherway. My feelings for him now, I don't know either."

He paused for a moment and Genta was still waiting for the girl who felt like she still wanted to add her sentence. Arriving at the rides the girl did not say anything.

Once all the security devices are installed, the machine operator starts to tell you that the game is about to start. Everyone who boarded the vehicle shouted happily. Tara extended her hand to Genta.

"Hold my hand, so you won't be afraid" he said. The wind slowly blew his hair.

"No," said Genta. Moving machine gives a swing. As fast as lightning Genta grabbed Tara's hand. Not that he was just shocked.

Slowly the giant thing swung. "I don't hate him."

"Huh?" Genta was confused but as fast as lightning he knew who Tara was talking about.

The craft began to make them challenge the heavens and rise from the earth high, "but my feelings have faded," Tara tightened their grip.

As if it had no weight, it fell under the gravity of the earth, "but the pain was still left." Shouted Tara until the vehicle hangs their legs only 10 inches from the land and catapult them back to challenge space.

The cries of the vehicle user blurted so that Genta had to concentrate his hearing and ignore the feeling of his stomach contents stirred up and down. "Eliminating existing habits, very difficult" said Tara loudly.

The game keeps throwing and twisting everyone in the sky. "The voice, the manner of his grunting, his laughter, his candlestick, was like a permanent document that could not be destroyed even by fire!!!"

The ride stops by hanging upside down all the rides, "If I have the power, I just want to get well soon. Recovering until you see it or think of it is like meeting someone passing by in a commuter."

The vehicle went back to following the gravitational current, spinning, swinging nonstop.

"Yahoooo!!!" tara shouted exclaiming with everyone on the ride. Genta, somehow getting strength from nowhere just looked at Tara next to him, only felt himself flung and lost the fear of the vehicle.

The ride again hits the earth and the game is over. All the tools of self-protection simultaneously open, Genta and Tara still holding hands until finally Genta stood up and pulled Tara directly into his arms.

He looked at the woman's eyes, "We are two people who have a great love for the wrong person, Tara,"

Genta was aware that every word Tara spoke was also a wound that had not completely dried and healed. Spotting and bruising marks can still be found in the corners of his heart. Tara made her aware of it.

***

Both of the women's eyes were swollen, while the two men's eyes were blackened due to long nights that could not make him sleep. After all these years of knowing Sofia, it was only these two days that Rendi really put in her raging mind.

"Now, Sofia..." Rendi looked at other things that could be seen by her eyes except for the two eyes of the woman.

"Say, Rendi," he knew the man had not mentally prepared to speak until they sat face to face like this at a fast food restaurant near his office.

"You left this," Rendi pushed the flat box into the middle of the table. Sofia doesn't even think about owning it anymore as the signs of life continue to develop in her womb.

"You can keep it as a souvenir" he said.

Rendi looked at those two eyes at last. Some of them just don't accept souvenirs. It's evidence of the fetus in the woman's body, flowing her blood as well.

"I understand you want to have it"

"But you don't want it, do you? You don't want to make it a bond between us. Am I right?" chase Sofia.

Rendi. There was no rebuttal he could give.

"Why does love hurt, Rendi? I love you, I gave up everything. I thought, if I were like that, I could keep you by my side. I was mistaken, love made me stray into a blind obsession" he lamented. His hands rested on the table and he covered his face.

"I am ready to take responsibility, prepare the cost of labor, also the cost of school. Me," Rendi spewed out all the options she could offer.

"Yes, you're gonna let me just be alone with this kid, aren't you?" Sela. "You say everything like an observer from outside our circle Rendi. Can you adjust your position in this circle?"

Rendi squeezed both hands, she did not like being in a cornered condition like this.

"We need you, not just the material" Sofia said, pleading a little.

"Me," Rendi lowered her head. "I can't, Sofia. I'm sorry."

"Yes, God. Love has fooled me" Sofia cried.

Rendi's heart was heartbroken but he could not promise a future with the woman. He doesn't want to go through things half-heartedly and see the results. He hurts Sofia, his co-worker.

"I'm still responsible" he said. "All I can."

"All I can? What incriminates you? Tara again? What if I told you Tara was the first person to know about your 'souvenir?" sofia's sobs turned into uncontrollable laughter.

Rendi's eyes widened in shock. Tara knows?

***

Tara tried her hardest to hold on to Crazy Hat but she was unable to stay still in her seat. Rides make themselves always slip and mepet towards Genta at the end of their bench.

The two shouted out loud every time the crazy hat sped off in a fifty-degree incline towards the earth and then violently soared back up. This repetitive motion really makes Tara's hand drown. He could only close his eyes while shouting.

"There's no way you'll be defeated by a vehicle like this, Tara," cried Genta.

"I'm even afraid of sliding on a derivative using a fast-paced vehicle, aaaaaahh!!!"

"No problem, hyaaaa... aahhhh!!!"

Genta holds Tara's hand to make her hold the vehicle stronger and the world of Tara suddenly stops. He looked at Genta who was looking at him as well.

The wind made both of their hair become irregular. Tara saw Genta's face when her hair did not cover her eyes, as soon as Genta's face was blocked by a strand of her hair. Then just stick his neck in front of Tara and he felt a kiss on her forehead. His heart was pounding, mixed with adrenaline because of the rides they rode as well.

The night sky had been scattered with diamonds strewn about irregular but slick. With flirtatious moon peering behind the clouds as if watching all the conditions on the lower earth. At that time, only heaven, earth and the universe knew who had plunged his heart into a calm pool of powerful currents called love.

***

"A nice day" Tara turned to see Genta coming down from the car driving her to the front of the gate. "Thank you, Genta."

"I'm the one who's grateful you want me to go. Though I wonder if you don't work in the middle of the week like this?" said wonder.

"Ah" Genta probably doesn't know, he said in his heart. "Well, actually I'm not feeling well so I took my cut. You don't work today."

"I miss you, uh I mean I was truant. The gallery was deserted, only the administrative part came in. I'm looking for the outside, '" Genta scratched his head. Sometimes he cursed his mouth that could not filter anything in his head to say.

"Whatever your reasons, thank you for making my day fun" said Tara. But the eyes did not smile like his lips.

"Whatever it is, just tell me," Genta felt sadness in the girl's eyes.

"Good night, Genta," Tara closed the gate but did not move into the house.

"Tara's night, greetings to mama," he said, still staring at Tara.

"Go home" said Tara subtly.

"Pass your body and soul tonight" Genta said before turning around and getting into his car.

A moment later the car had left Tara's house. He had just walked into the porch of his house when his phone received a new message.

I have something to talk to you about.

This week at the fountain park.

I'm waiting for you at three in the afternoon, Tara.

Rendi is the name of the sender of the message, his head immediately infiltrated a million questions hanging. Only Rendi could make him so agitated with just a message.

Close his eyes and exhaled with all his might, Rendi was not something that threatened the tranquility of his heart. Many times he spoke in his heart like a mantra.

I want to talk to you, too.

The reply.

***

The pitch-black night sky obscured him from reconnaissance. From the shadow of a wall he tightened his body to merge with the surrounding buildings without anyone thinking of someone there. He saw the girl get off a car that stopped for a while. Talk and the car goes away. Type the license plate number of the car and send it.

The girl, stopped and typed something on her phone before entering the house. The girl still looked tantalizing and she could not even help herself from swallowing her own saliva. Seringai rose at the end of his lips.

"One will fall" he said not to anyone.

***

The clapper turned on the music on his car's radio, the song reverberated and his fingers rapped on the steering wheel. His smile expanded and not a single bit changed since he left the gate of the girl's house.

Today his heart stopped beating and beating abnormally several times but he liked the sensation on his body. Tara's to blame for tonight's 'heart defect.

He glanced at the front and side mirrors. The road is smooth and quiet, there is nothing blocking like traffic usually because he chose an alternative road instead of the main road. It seems like the universe wants him to hurry home, lie down on his bed and repeat today in a beautiful dream.

The clapper turned the wheel of his wheel, five hundred yards away he reached home. The rear view mirror glimpsed again and realized that the two black cars behind him were always not far from his vehicle. The feeling is not good. The car behind started to increase speed. Genta decided to stick the gas anyway, giving it a distance. He decided to skip the turn to his house and go back to look for the highway. Who're they?

Genta entered his vehicle towards the alley that only fit one car. So that the two cars can not flank it. He concentrates. The alley is winding, sometimes pedestrians obstruct its path. However, he still set the distance between his car with both cars. A few hundred meters away, the highway was beginning to be seen. He stamped the gas.

Luckily, he managed to slip into the queue of passing vehicles. Back to the mirror. They continue to pursue. The ability of the car carrier that follows him is above average. The two cars were able to tuck up to their distance of just one small sedan car. Genta swallowed his saliva. Sweat began to pour from his forehead.

The road is solid but smooth. Genta tucked here and there every gap plastered in front of him. Both cars continue to follow the motion of the Genta car. Far ahead, the red light was still on. He hoped the light would be green so he wouldn't have to stop. Genta was afraid, traffic lights became an opportunity to fill the car behind to tackle it.

"Come on, green, green, green" he said, clutching the steering wheel.

The distance with the car in front that stopped was only a hundred meters. The two cars that followed added to their speed. Fifty meters, the traffic light remains red. Thirty meters away, Genta is still monitoring the rearview mirror. Ten meters.... Five meters....

The light turned green. With a napsu, Genta pressed the horn so that the car in front of him quickly moved. Ah, gap! Genta slammed the steering wheel to the right, passed the red Agya car and pressed the gas until it stuck. Passed cars that pressed the horn were upset by the maneuver.

Really, he didn't know where to run. This highway will only take him around the city while the two cars do not give up chasing. Thought at the gas supply, fifteen minutes was the longest before the car was reluctant to move. And the current rate of the car will actually use up that fuel faster.

The turn in front leads him to the Little China Village. The lanterns are still glowing. That means there are still a lot of people there. He had never even been to the area, but he hoped to find a hiding place. Disguised his car with another dark car in front. He lyrics back to his rearview mirror before turning.

Many food vendors and merchant kiosks have not closed. Fortunately, the crowd of the place can still make it go fast even though many pedestrians grudge it. Where, where's the right place? Genta looked to the left by continuing to concentrate on his vehicle.

He stopped in front of the clock shop. As fast as lightning he got out and left his car. The two chasing cars were hampered by pedestrians who passed across the side of the road one to the other. He took advantage of this opportunity.

Genta walked down the storefront and ran. Twice he hit people who passed by. Sometimes he glanced back and apparently they kept chasing with their feet. Jeez, he does love watching action movies, but experiencing the ones in the movies is not his expectation.

The clapper crossed and kept running. He turned in a dark alley and hid himself behind a wall. Ten seconds later, the people chasing him passed through the hallway, unaware of Genta hiding in a dark shadow.

When he made sure no one was running again, Genta stuck his head out and peeked. The group of people kept running towards the front. Genta took the first direction he came by walking quickly.

"Let's get back to it!" one of the men from the horde was shouting and could even still be heard from Genta from where he was. Genta docked to the place where the seller daster, unite with other buyers who are the average mothers.

"Continue searching!!!" order one of the ones who walked the very back in the group.

Genta interacted with one of the buyers in the stall, "sad you want to buy which one?"

"Gee!" a mother who was spoken to turned her head and looked at the confusion.

"Mom, help me, please," hiss Genta.

"What the fuck aren't you polite!" cry the mother.

The horde that had been some distance away turned back to look because of the mother's reaction.

"There!!!"

"Yes, God. No more," Genta left muttering apologies to the mother who did not help him.

He crossed and almost got hit by a car that passed on the road. His heart is getting stronger. Genta began to get tired inversely proportional to the horde that seemed like the robot did not run out of energy. Genta entered again into the hallway behind the Chinese restaurant. He found a big dumpster. Once again Genta glanced behind his back, the clattering of legs began to sound.

He decided to go into the trash bin until the back door of the restaurant opened. A girl carrying plastic containing garbage that was about to be thrown away, appeared. Instead of hiding in the trash he approached the girl.

"Please, i. Please," she asked, between her breaths, who were one-on-one. Genta wishes this girl wasn't like the mothers before.

The girl was shocked. But he also felt sorry to see a man who had been drenched in sweat.

"Through here" the narrow-eyed girl pulled him into the kitchen of the Chinese restaurant.

They both stood behind the door. Genta held his breath. His chest was hot, his head was dizzy from running out of oxygen.

"You're not a copet, are you?" hiss the girl.

"No" whispered Genta. "I don't even know why I'm being chased."

"They passed by," the girl said as she heard the clattering of steps outside.

"Lou!" shouted a woman. Genta was not called but he looked.

A middle-aged woman of stock and wearing a shabby apron from her waist appeared at the back of the kitchen of the furniture wash. Her hair was wrapped in a cloth tied to cover her hair. He had the same eyes as the girl.

The woman looked angrily at them. He said something in Chinese that Genta didn't know. His sausage-sized fingers pointed towards the trash bag and towards Genta. The one who answered with a snatch. It looks like the mother is riled up and leaves them while continuing to mingle with foreign languages.

"My mom, she asked me why I don't take this shit and stand like this with you" she explained. "Let's keep it here for a second, I need to talk to my mom."

The narrow-eyed girl moved from where she stood, leaving behind a Genta and a large garbage bag. The clapper felt insecure. He put his ear on the door. There was no sound or footsteps in the hallway outside. But he also did not believe in his hearing. The restaurant in front was also quite boisterous.

He never got into debt or trouble with certain groups. There was no criminal record in his name for the twenty-six years he lived. This drama makes no sense to him. The clapper sagged down, his whole body exhausted.

"Drink," the narrow-eyed girl approached Genta and held out a glass of water. He was crouching next to Genta. "Me, Lou."

Genta gulped down the glass to the toilet, then mentioned his name to Lou.

"Can you slide your legs?" Lou took the glass from Genta's hand. "I'm going to take out the trash. Don't let my mom still see this shit here."

The clapper shifts his body and lets Lou through. Got his cell phone out and found William's name. He hopes, Willian has not reached Karawang, his home.

Can you pick me up? type it in the conversation window.

Lou went in and closed the door behind him. "Outside it's safe. Do you have someone to call?"

"Yes," replied Genta softly while showing the screen of his phone.

"Oh, good," Lou nodded and did not speak any further. He remembered his mother's message so as not to talk too much to the man. Wrongly, they even had an impact as well.

Genta's phone rang and Wilun's name appeared on his screen.

"You drunk, huh?"

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