NOT PERPETRATORS
Piano Music of the Past
"Deliver!" I pushed the chest of the handsome doctor field.
"Nia, please! Listen to me for a second!"
Escape. I managed to escape from him. Step the foot away.
"You don't understand how I was doing at the time!" hatchlings.
Stopped step. Stand up to the handsome doctor.
"At that time .. I was really busy. I want to tell you every day. However, my father's business at that time was almost bankrupt -- "
I don't understand at all. What does this have to do with my business? Really ... This doctor! I put this leg back on.
"Wait!" That hand grabbed my arm.
"Let go! I don't want anyone to misunderstand."
He also let me go. I'll speed up the legs, get away.
***
Grateful Mas Bastian was only lightly injured. Be here, see that doctor again. Makes the heart worry. Every look at his eagle eyes, implied some secret. I don't know!
"Darling, what's wrong with you?"
Mas Bastian's soft voice broke my daydream. "Ah, nothing."
"Worrying about Arka?" His hand stroked my shoulder gently again.
"D-yes." Lies.
I was worried about that little guy. It's just, I'm more worried about myself if too often near him. The doctor .. his face, his style of speech, everything, is still the same. What is different is our situation. Our status is different. I'm a man's wife. As for him, the fiancee of the people.
"Morning ...." A doctor rushed in, breaking the silence in this 5 x 5 meter room.
I'm not trying to look. I know, obviously he. His voice is still the same.
"Morning, Di. Uh, Doc!" my husband replied sumringah.
"Too formal, Brother!"
"Okay, Di!"
They laughed, and I just kept quiet.
"Still at home here?" candanya, while tracing her athletic body near me.
"Can't go home?" Bastian asked back.
Sighs. "Actually I'm glad you're here. We're getting closer."
Warahah I heard it. But still try to relax. Fine satire.
"You mean?" Mas Bastian's forehead shriveled, a confused gesture.
"*Just kidding, Brother*!" The eagle doctor, patted Mas Bastian's shoulder gently.
"Have you been feeling good?" continued.
"Just a little bit sore. My bones are crumbling."
"That's natural. It's a fucking slam, right?"
"He-em. Can't go home?"
"certain."
Thank goodness .. relieved it feels. Immediately I lifted up this body, headed for the administration.
It's finished! Ready to pack our things. I called the family at home. My father-in-law picked up the phone. We were told to take the angkot. Understandably, we don't have a car yet.
"Have, Honey?"
"Here you go, my mom."
"Well angkot?" Bastian rounded his eyes.
Just as we stepped out of the opnam room, someone appeared stopping our steps. I put a sour face on him.
"You together?" bargained for.
"No need!" reject me directly.
Mas Bastian's wrist curses, but he's holding me back.
"Nothing, Ma? He's my friend."
I stared intently at the eyes of the man I had been married to for two years. He is your friend, but he is also my friend. Yeah, friend. More no!
"I'd be happy if you guys wanted me to take you home." The doctor was impressed.
I'm the one who's not happy.
"Bastian isn't fully fit, is he? It is impossible to have to jostle in the angkot," he added.
Okay, I'm losing. I forced a step to follow them. Get in front of a black car. Mas Bastian sat in front with the Doctor. As for me, I was forced to cram this body into the car, in their backseat.
On the way, they were busy talking. And I just fell silent. The cold air conditioner was hot to me, after the doctor's hand played a piece of music that ...,
You are just too young to find the senses in your life ....
Looking for something else like the
dream that you have ....
Filled your life with something else like teardrop in your eyes ....
Who does care what you are while
the river flows in you?
You are not the fool, no ....
You’re a beautiful one ....
You are like the sun ....
Cause this one river flows in you ....
You are not the no one ....
You just look for more here ....
Who does care because you are the one with it inside ....
This heart felt a strange sigh. My brain thinks about it. The memory came back again. When the heart wants to throw it away.
When I sat both. His fingers were so good at playing the piano. In the most romantic place, that night. These lips also sing the song. Every now and then we look at each other, enjoying the melody of love accompanied by the flow of love between two people who are being struck by romance.
At that time, the music was so sweet. However, for some reason suddenly this chest felt tightness. I hate this song! Hate so!
"This song .. our favorite," said the eagle doctor suddenly.
Sometimes his lips chanted. Scroll from the rearview mirror of the cabin. It was clear that his face was remembering something.
"We used to be very romantic." That sweet mouth kept telling her past. Which I really don't want to cut anymore. Fortunately, Mas Bastian did not care much. He looks cute.
This feeling is getting more and more uncertain. While occasionally looking at his face through the rearview mirror in the middle of the cabin. His smile continued to expand enjoying the sweet strains of the song. He suddenly blinked the left eye of his eagle. I was shocked.
Did he know that these eyes were watching him? Self-contact is wrong. Pretend I justified my pashmin veil which is not at all wrong.
Smile widens. You idiot! I cursed myself. Scoop yourself.
"In." Bastian is looking. "My wife also likes this song" she said without suspecting.
"Oh .. yeah?" Pretending surprised.
"No!" Throw the word, after having restrained himself.
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