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Sendu Night

"Honestly, I also just found out that the son of my nyokap girlfriend is elo, Vel."

Sister Harris let out a long sigh, "When you're at my house, and look at your reaction to the car in front, I'm still wondering if what's on my mind is true?"

I saw Brother Harris sitting next to me start to look down. "And when on the field during the game, I know what makes you fall is the girl who was in the same minimarket Mahen at that time. I think, as long as you deket the same Mahen, your heart always feels sick. So I broke up to express my feelings on the beach. I want to always be there for you. Until I finally went home to make you go home. There my questions were answered. I was very surprised at that time. Even deliberately want to go because they are not ready to see the reality that is too bitter. What your father said was real, I never talked to him if he wanted revenge, but I don't know if his family is elo."

His voice vibrates. But not shed a single tear. If that were true, Mr. Harris would feel the same way as I do.

"Gue never loved you. Even I am grateful to be able to love the same people who really need affection. I thought I was divorced one year ago. Papa is now back in Korea, my sister and I join my mother living in Indonesia because of the will of both of us. But it turns out that my decision to stay with my mom was a little wrong. A few days after my father left, I brought another man home. Frequently making out without knowing the time."

Suddenly, my eyes were perfectly rounded. The last words of Mr. Harris carry my memory back to that time. I once found pink flip flops in dad's car. I also found a deep red lipstick in my dad's car dashboard drawer. Without asking, I thought it all belonged to you. Because all I know is that Dad was the most loyal man, back then.

"Gue apologizes for making you more devastated. You may hate me, but let me take responsibility for the same wounds I've been giving all this time. Let me heal my trauma also through the affection I give you."

Our patrimony meets each other. His eyes turned red, his look indicating that he needed a place to lean. I could see that his eyes had been powerless to stem the rebellious tears from coming out. When she looked down and covered her face with her wide palms.

I pulled her body into my arms. His back started to shake. Started to sound sobs held in rhythm with my hand rubbing his back.

After a little calm, he straightened his body back up. His hand moved wiping the tears that I did not realize had trickled down since.

"Why go cry?" tanyakanya.

"It turns out that all this time evil was not Big Brother, but me." I answered back using you. "We should strengthen each other, right?" Continue with a raucous voice.

"Too jerk if I'm sorry you, and we're back close again?"

I laughed in my heart. 'We' yes? I forgot that we were that close in such a short time.

"Too much of a jerk if I don't forgive someone who should have my apology?" my answer.

"Slow down, Vel. We fix what's broken."

I nodded, "want to drink until you're drunk?"

"Don't yell. Illicit."

"Booka-Cola, Brother."

"Later your stomach relapses."

"Please. This once."

"Tomorrow, Vel."

"I'm gonna skip. Wanna look at the mother."

"Judah I'm coming."

"So mabok huh? Please."

"Yeyyy!" I said cheering and then went to the kitchen.

I took one large cola, while Brother Harris took two slokis. Instead of going back to the living room, I took Brother Harris to the living room.

I started to unscrew the bottle of cola, but it couldn't open for more than a minute. Finally, Harris took over the bottle, and it opened easily, with just a few seconds.

He poured the sparkling water over my little glass, then poured it in his glass. No tos, because it's not a party. We are both in mourning, and this is not a celebration. I used to mabok cola when I was at a high stress level.

No one says I am not sad. My sadness was so deep, that I no longer knew how to express it. It feels completely empty.

For a moment, even I forgot what my purpose in life was, forgetting there was still someone who could replace my mother as someone I admired. No, there will never be, ever.

I swallowed one glass of cola once in a while. Sister Harris frowned when she saw the look on my face that looked mediocre as if all I drank was water. It felt bland in my sense of stuffing, like my life is now. Like my life without my mother.

I refilled the empty sloki, over and over again, alternating with Harris's brother. I stared at the empty bottle. Silence, not a single sound was heard. Or is my brain so full that it can no longer receive sound from the ears?

I stood from where I sat, but Harris's hand held me back.

"Where are you going?"

"Take it again."

He took a deep breath, and pulled me back to sit down. The difference is, now he and I are only about one inch apart. We sat on the red velvet carpet you bought a year ago. Leaned on the sofa, followed by Harris's big hand resting my head on his shoulder.

"Gue still feels that these few days it's a nightmare. I wish someone would wake me up after this."

"The heavier the ordeal, the lighter it feels to fill our heads huh, sister. I think when I woke up, I kept going out of the room. I now forget when I opened that door, when I went down the stairs."

He smiled faintly, "gue kangen papa."

"I miss mother. In this place, my mother always spent time together. Often until late at night, watch the drama we like while waiting for my father to come home from work. But apparently, the father who was always late was not because of overtime as he said then we believe. Until this moment I still feel that the mother has not really left. I feel like mommy's still here. I ... "

My voice returned to trembling. It's hard to express. I could've gone without knowing any more directions if no Harris had sat on the living room couch a few minutes ago.

"There's a new song. Want me a princess?"

I nodded in response. Sister Harris picked up her phone that was lying on a small table not far in front of us. From the intron alone has made the ambient temperature decrease.

"Don't get drawn into a grief, Vel. I believe you still feel that way because your mother is still here. In your heart. The longer you let go, the longer you start happiness."

Very heart-wrenching song lyrics. The song plays so smoothly. Sedaying, inviting the waters of the sky to come down accompanied the grief of the two of us. Out there the rain is getting heavier, swallowing the sound of music that was heard loud when breaking the silence.

"Don't be sad. There I am here." Said Mr. Harris.

Our distance is very close now. My sadness is growing. Brother Harris's hands cupped my little face. His thumb gently wiped my tears. Samar, I saw her reddened eyes. Until I finally felt something touch my lips. The sweet taste of cola came back to touch my tongue. We linked, without coercion.

Again, this is not a party. We just need a place to lean.