The Shadow Of Love
Comfortable Start

I was really surprised when I opened the door and found the man in front of me. A man I do not yet know his name, age, or address. I gawked for a while before finally waking up as she flicked her hands in front of my face several times.  

"Yes" he called gently. 

I blinked, then smiled at him. Yes unknowingly, these lips seemed to betray my own heart. 

"Why are you, how come, cry?" askinya. 

"Nothing, really!" I try to hide my feelings at this time. 

"Your face is swollen, your eyes are red, too" he said, which immediately made me nervous. That attention is this man in front of me. 

"Ah, mas, anyway? Maybe a flickering." I was getting nervous as she looked at me fixedly. 

"Don't lie, Shay!" he shouted in a soft voice. 

I looked back to make sure Mas Ryan didn't come out. I rubbed my chest when I didn't hear any signs of anyone coming out from the inside of the house. 

"You wait on the bike. I'll wash my face for a moment" I asked him, yes, without realizing that I used to use Lo-gue language on him, now changed me-you. 

"Okay," he answered briefly, then walked back to the place where he parked his motorcycle. 

Immediately I ran to the bathroom to wash my face. When I finished, I went back to my room and changed clothes first. I have to get her out of the house before I meet Mas Ryan. 

Tidily dressed in long jeans, a red short-sleeved shirt, and a hat perched on my head, I immediately stepped my feet out of the house. 

He smiled as he looked at me with my tomboyish appearance. I was accelerating to get to him. When I faced her, I shook my hand in front of her face.

"Make daydreams!" hardikku to him, he just smiled while shaking his head. 

"Cock, it's neat. Where to take a walk?" ask her with a quip. 

"What's important is not to be at home!" I answered him originally, and went straight up on his motorcycle seat. 

"Yes, yeah! You're sad, aren't you?" the question I answered only with Deheman. "I know a place that is suitable for your mood now" he continued while turning on the engine. 

"Whatever, man! I'm going with you." 

He started to race his iron horse without saying the destination we were going to stop by. However, I decided to shut up without commenting. My mind and heart are also lamenting this unfavorable fate. 

Almost thirty minutes riding the motorbike, we began to enter the path surrounded by ponds on the right and left sides. Along the way are also neat rows of mangrove plants that indicate that we started to enter the beach area. 

"Why do we go to the beach in the afternoon?" I asked in a loud tone, but my voice was carried by the wind that began to blow hard. 

"Dump the trash," he replied briefly, I immediately floated a pinch on his waist. 

"Don't fuck around! Throwing garbage at the beach." I grumbled in annoyance. "You want the earth to be more and more corrupted because many people are not responsible like that?" ask me to connect my words earlier. 

"This rubbish will not destroy the earth! Precisely if not thrown away, will be mentally damaged," he replied ambiguously. I don't understand his words at all. 

"You'll do it yourself, okay! Now enjoy the atmosphere." 

I don't know why, what he said I don't dispute. I said, silence permeated the calm atmosphere given by the afternoon wind with both hands that I deliberately stretched. The calmness was increasingly felt as these two eyes closed, I breathed in the air that felt very soothing to the soul. 

Moments later, I opened my eyes when the motorbike driven by the man in front of me had stopped. My outstretched hand had already come down. We arrived at the beach area. I'll be right down when I see the beautiful view this afternoon. The orange sky of twilight managed to stupefy me. 

"Beautiful, right?" asked the man as I began to step towards the shore. 

"That's great" I replied without stopping my steps. 

I kept walking until I reached the beach. Enjoy the breeze that feels soothing to the soul, see the sky that began a little dark, and count the waves that roll from the sea to break into foam after hitting the beach. 

My feet that are now not wearing a pedestal were wet by the pounding of the waves. Although the atmosphere was getting cold, but my heart warmed. 

"Yes!" That voice made me realize that in this place I am not alone. 

I looked back. I saw him standing upright in a jeans jacket hung on his left arm. He smiled gently, so shady I felt. The stranger who was currently accompanying me, actually made me feel calmer. 

"Where? Still sad?" tanyanya walked up to me.

I shook my head slowly, even though my burden did not disappear. However, my feelings improved a little. I gasped when she suddenly put her jeans on my shoulder. 

"Cold, Yes. I just don't want you to catch a cold" he said when he saw the expression on my face that suddenly changed. 

"Thank you" I said sincerely. 

"Together, Shay." 

He also stared at the expanse of the sea ahead with a smile that adorned his sweet face. I faintly heard him sigh and close his eyes. His hands also extended to the right and left sides. Now I began to wonder and wonder what he was doing. However, a second later, I was shocked when he suddenly shouted out loud. 

"Yahoooooooooooooooo!" he shouted in a loud voice, but it was immediately lost to the sea breeze. 

"What are you doing?" ask me with both eyebrows linked. 

He opened his eyes and lowered the two hands he had stretched out earlier, then turned his head towards me. His smile never faded. I began to get comfortable with the shady smile from her slightly thick lips. 

"I'm taking out the trash, Sya,* he replied ambiguously, I frowned. "Isn't that burden on the heart also categorised as rubbish, yes?" his question was filled with explanations for my astonishment. 

Now I'm nodding understand. Finally the curiosity was answered. It turned out that what the man beside me said about taking out the garbage was to release all the burdens in the heart by shouting in the open like this. 

"You, really, are silent. Let's take your trash out, Shay!" the orders I have not yet done. Doubt, of course. What if someone is disturbed by my screams. 

Not getting any response from me, he clucked. "There's no one, no, no! Yells aja. I don't want to, yes, have an idol of crazy people because most of the garbage piles in his brain and heart."