Swipe You, Swipe Me
The Eight of Cups and The Temperance

Genta again inscribed fine strokes on his sketchbook. He knows, doctors have not allowed him to use his hands for activities. Some of the tendons in his hand still had to recuperate. But this is the third day without activity, Genta was bored. His hand continued to move even though the wail was still felt in every inch of his hand.

The sketches are still formed one face that continues to emerge from his subconscious. But the face in the sketch looks different. His eyes are narrower. At her age, the girl's eyes were perfectly round. Genta hesitated with what his hands drew.

"How come you've never heard of me?"

A girl opened the door of Genta's room which made him stop at the line. He was still blabbering without looking at her as he closed the door behind. The clapper just kept quiet and waited for the woman to realize where she was.

"You can keep working hard, but remember to rest!" The woman put her handbag on the toe of Genta's bed.

As he lifted his gaze, the woman was stunned. His narrow eyes widened to add to the eye gap was only forty percent. A red hue flashed on his cheek as he looked at Genta. Apparently, he was embarrassed. The girl looked at Genta's room.

"I went in the wrong room, didn't I?" tanyakanya.

The clapper was no stranger to the voice of the woman. "Who should be lying here?"

"Cici, my sister," he said flatly.

"Do I look like your brother?" Genta leaned his back against the pillow to make it more comfortable to look at the girl.

"No."

"Yes, already. You're in the wrong room" concluded Genta with a smile.

"Sorry to bother you," he grabbed his handbag and lowered his head deeply. The girl rushed out.

"Lou?" call Genta as the girl reaches the door of her room.

"Yes?" He stopped and looked. "You know me?"

"You forgot about me?" Genta chuckles jokes. He left the sketchbook aside and linked his hands together. "Pastill. I wasn't like this when we met."

The girl looked at him confused. Waiting for the next explanation. Why would a man with such a 'boned' face, out of no where, Lou enter his room wrongly instead recognizing him. Even calling his name. He had suspected of meeting this man.

"You didn't really save me, Lou," said Genta calmly. "I should have just walked into that big dumpster."

The girl stumbled. His narrow eyes were almost torn so surprised. His lips formed a round o and seemed to undo his intention to get out of Genta's room. The girl approached him.

"You're still caught?"

"Originally, yes" Genta smiled.

The sketches of his drawings were covered in part by a caramel-brown hospital blanket. But some of the pictures are still quietly peeking. Lou's eyes were clearly etched on the sheet.

***

"Have you tidied up the suitcase?" Sofia daubed the lipstick that made her little lips blush like a rose on a sunny day.

"I'm not a child" the caller said at the other end.

"If not, I'll come help. Then I'll get some of your pants," Sofia laughed.

"Gotcha! Why do I take my pants? You already have me, right?" kekeh Rendi who is actually still busy tidying up her suitcase.

Sofia was silent for a long time. Just heard the words of that man. Didn't his ears hear wrong?

"If it's neat, say yes. I walk from here" she continued because of Sofia's silence.

"okay."

He broke off the phone line and looked at his reflection in the mirror. The cup is not wrong and Rendi really said that she, Sofia, already has Rendi. The whole? The whole! Entirely. Slowly his face flushed even though he had not yet daubed the blush. He knew his story would end happily.

***

He looked at his little room. Neatest. I don't know what encouragement, in addition to tidying up the suitcase to be brought to Manado, he also tidied up his room. The room looks more fresh and spacious.

He stepped onto the nightstand beside his bed and opened the first drawer to the end. Taken a brown frame that neatly stores a photo of a girl sitting on a sofa. The large window behind her spilled light until the girl looked sparkling. His slanted smile displayed neatly lined teeth. His dark brown hair was scattered in origin.

"Smile the right one," he lowered his polaroid camera irritated.

"What else do you want?" patted by the thighs of Rendi. Then Tara grinned and showed off all her teeth until her gums peeked.

"Ck, seriously," said Rendi began to lose her patience.

"I don't want to smile sweetly, you'll get diabetes" she said, then folded.

"Eish, come. Just one serious one," he asked, peeking back from the small window in his polaroid.

"OK, seriously," Tara positioned herself as on her residence card.

"You," Rendi snorted and put her camera on the table. It hit Tara. Rendi kissed him until he fell on the sofa. Tara chuckles at their kiss. "Bad girl."

Tara pushed Rendi's face away and then stroked her shave. A spoiled smile was still mapped on his face, "Liar. Let me be your bad girl."

Rendi looked at the two round eyeballs of the girl. Like infrared, they exchanged affection through the four scattered eyeballs. A gentle kiss was placed on the girl's forehead. Then he lifted his body to sit down. The girl's hand was stretched out to pull it.

"Now the correct smile," was taken polaroid and positioned on his eyes to peek. "Remember, that's right."

"Yes, I'm not very trusting," pursed his lips.

Then he started posing. His left elbow was slung onto the sofa. Her hair was disheveled because of their kiss just now. Her slanted smile lifted both her cheeks rounded and blushed like a ripe apple. The twilight sunshine struck a loose white bandage on the girl's body until she looked brilliant. Rendi traps the figure immortal in two dimensions.

He looked at the brown frame and smiled. Rendi turned around and stepped into the pile of dus that would be taken to the recycling of her apartment. Slowly put the frame there along with the unused items. Sendal the house that Tara and the others once gave. Finally finished it. Like he had done for a long time.

The phone on his pants shook. He pulled and took that thing out.

I'm ready, dear.

Quickly Rendi approached the mirror and combed her hair. Squirt a few times the body fragrances and then get out of the room.

***

"Mmm," the woman raised next to her eyebrows. "Unusually."

"Why? It's been awhile we ain't here. You've always loved the one here that I think is normal," Rendi and Sofia both picked up a tissue and cleaned the table in front of them.

"Actually it wasn't for the food, Ren," Sofia stopped. "It's because the company when I eat with."

"It can be you. On Wednesday I went to Manado. At the end of the month I just came home" said Rendi as she folded her hands on the table. "You want to come home with me to Rembang?"

"Meeting your mother?" Sofia seemed interested.

Rendi nodded, "had not visited him in a long time either."

"May, keep taking a leave of absence. Play to Karimun, take Dian as well. We've been chasing deposits this year without a holiday" said Sofia eagerly.

"Good idea," he responded while looking at the woman.

"Why look at me like that?" Sofia was suddenly nervous. They were often together, looking at each other was common. But his heart's no crap tonight.

"Sorry too long for me to realize you, Sofia. Thank you very much. For everything, "straightly he stared at the two female balls that were now blushing.

Sofia reached out her hand, "where are your hands?"

Rendi welcomed Sofia's hand. Squeeze it in such a way that a ridge rises on the red lips.

"If I have to fall many times, I still want to fall only on you," Sofia squeezed Rendi's big hand back. "Please watch that."

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