FEMALE GRAY

Sesosok women appear as shadows, sehalus wind and without a voice in sampingku. She suddenly appeared and sat in the sampingku are when I really do not know what else should kutulis. In fact I have spent five glass coffee, sebungkus Cigarette, and three cans Guinness beer. But I do not confuse her. I still suck and exhale cigarette smoke kretekku strong-strong in the hope of imagination get the cloud of smoke.

"What I prostitute?" She spoke to me.
"You are not prostitutes?" I turned back to him without asking. That question need not be a cliche kujawab.

"Menurutmu definition of how the prostitutes?" He asked again.
"Sleeping with more than one male," sahutku haphazardly. Again, without a turn.

"Sleep? Only sleeping? Period of sleep was not allowed?" He is still debate. "... And katamu more than one male. Hm ... how about the men who sleep with more than one woman, is he also called male prostitutes?" He nyerocos without pause.

I turned to the start feeling annoyed and disturbed. At this time I is not want to be debate. I just need someone who can give imagination to forward tulisanku stopped in the middle of the road.

However, ... alamak!
I am surprised when the ball bersirobok perspective with her eyes. Eyes gray! No black. And there is not white.

"How?" He mengejarku with the question.
"Apanya that how?" I hum while still trying over oneself.

"What I prostitute?" He repeats the question.
This time, in the eyes of gray appear stagnant grain-grain diamond ditahannya that does not fall apart when he mengerjapkan sheath eyes.

I have interesting long breath. Dudukku justify the position.
"You are in need of the story is not it? Write me ..." He said and ask yourself as if you know what kurasakan.

"Yes," sahutku with a heavy tone and distrust.
But, not a matter of prostitutes, or women's gray-eyed, tambahku in the heart. I love romance author. I need a love story.

"Nay, you who?" tanyaku in the end.
"Is that you need to make?" He asked back.

Ah! I'm not a lawyer that is ready to start debate and bersilat tongue at any time. I am the author of the words are dead.
"Fine. Call me just Maya." He said as if reading can pikiranku.

"Maya? Maya name you?"
She laughed. "You just authors? Apalah a name meaning for the author? Shakespeare said so right? And" Maya "means can not be so, the dream can be real, can be ...."

"Ya ya ya, Maya, or anyone you berceritalah now!" tukasku peeved. I really do not need your name. I need ceritamu. Need imajinasimu.

But she was not a word. He even opened his blouse, appeared payudaranya beautiful skin colored bra ditopang. I terperangah. But he does not care. He stood. Remove clothes one by one. Until he was naked in front. He is sincere without any ply in the body. Such as Greek statues or sculptures that I saw in Bali exhibition. I gulp saliva until jakunku spotty.

"What you see?" Voted to ask half a sigh.
"Color your body ..." I heard coming from the voice as another nature.

"What you see from the color of my body?"
Kuhisap rokokku in-menghembuskannya ago in the strong-strong. Women now began diverting. He is boring and does not disrupt as before. He began to give sensation. Whether such feelings of every man when faced with naked women in front of it?

"Abu-abu ...," gumamku.
She laughed. Euphonic sound. "Why do not you write?"

Gosh!
He was then near. So close. So that I can smell the fragrant aroma body and feel the touch of the skin moist and cold. He approach to breast wajahku. Napasku start felt crowded. I close the eyes because they do not hold strong fluctuation birahi.

"Open your eyes ... I have to close the eyes if you want to see in?" Lady's intimate voice.
I still close the eye. I am confused, doubt, shame, but they also want. During this time, I really like writing about women. But have not been writing about women naked-eyed and well-gray.

With a soft but strong movement, he wajahku lift. Then, with a sweep without pain, kurasakan hands exploring ago cavity eyes poke ball eyes. He brought the ball to the chest eyes. Laying on top of the left payudaranya.

"The doctor, on the left is the heart of the heart. Consider what you see is in the heart of my heart?" whisper it soft in the ear. Napasnya warm ear leaf.

The ball into the eyes payudaranya, into the chest, into tulangnya, find the heart to heart.

Gosh!
"What you see?" He still whisper like the wind.

"Jantungmu, heart, paru-parumu, blood ...."
"Yes, why?"

"Berwarna gray," sahutku nervous.
He laughed softly while taking the ball back from the eyes up and return it to the chest cavity in the eyes. He then gives a smacker on the cover cordial eyes. Now I dare to open new eyes. And again I bersirobok eye view with a pair of gray that diamond-diamond pin. Face so close to the wajahku so I can breathe in the fresh napasnya. And diamond-diamonds when scrolling will also fall in pipiku ago flow to the bottom, with kutadah hand.

"Air eyes are also gray," I said while looking at grain-grain diamond in hand.
He smiled between laughter and weeping.

"Why all the gray?" tanyaku in the end.
"For all the mouth I say black. Although I am not white but I do not sehitam they say. The gray is better than black? Not gray semunafik not white, is the mouth that says it all I black white?" Diamond-diamond gray stream in the gray-colored.

"Why do mouth-to mouth, you black? Do you prostitute? Do you sleep with more than one man?" This time I mengejarnya.

Now she's wajahku body. Then, while sitting bersidekap chest. But the still-naked in front. Now I think the better he does not need put on clothes. Better he naked in front even with all the gray.

"Menurutmu, who Yudistira?" He asked while taking a cigarette in my hand. Then, with a sensual movement that he menghembuskannya suck rokokku and form a small sphere-sphere. Ah, more and more gray.

"Yudistira? Hm ... he Pandawa oldest. He is most wise," sahutku.
This time I feel responsible to ask the woman even though he was naked gray become more diverting.

"Oh, so menurutmu?!" He membelalakkan eye and gray tones of the voices heard discordant.
"Yes. Yudistira But the reach Nirwana," sahutku. "But Yudistira and a dog," tambahku quickly.

"If so, Yudistira, Pandawa oldest of the wise with the dog!" He cut quickly and ketus.
"Lho?" I terperangah.

"Do not name a dog, if Yudistira mortgage Drupadi, his wife on the table for a cube only Astinapura?! Do not name a dog, if only to sit Yudistira terpana when Drupadi, his wife, ditelanjangi Duryudana?! Do not name a dog, if self Yudistira more expensive than the price Drupadi, the soul? " He returned with nyerocos furious.

I am not able to halt.
Her scornful laugh. Now he took a can of Guinness in the near laptopku. With a single portrait, a can of Guinness glide through lips, talking, tenggorokannya, stomach, ususnya, kemihnya uterus, and may be ended in the toilet. He menjilati Guinness foam remaining in the beautiful lips.

Gosh! Also spoken gray!
"Then, menurutmu, who Drupadi?" He asked with tongue-gray abunya.

"... Drupadi Ng, a faithful wife. He was sentenced to Pandawa less disposed to gambling in the forest in tens years without moan moan. He will not even swear menyanggul shampoo hair before Duryudana blood ...," jawabanku sounded nervous. Whether true or not according to the woman.

She sniff. "O ..., so menurutmu. Drupadi so white," he said with a cynical tone. "Then, if menurutmu, he was so faithful and white, why he can not reach Nirwana?" sambungnya again with eyes that membelalakkan gray.

Ah, people say, the eyes are the window of the soul. But this woman's eyes all gray. I can not read what is in life. People says, tongue, words are weapons. But the tongue of women is also gray. I know he does not talk white or black. People says, the heart of the heart is the most instinctive life honestly. But the heart of women's heart is also gray. I do not know whether he was deceitful or dishonest. People say, body language is. But the woman's body is all gray. I do not know it was right or wrong.

"Menurutmu, whether Drupadi can not be reached because he berselingkuh Nirwana and sleeping with five Pandawa: Yudistira, Bima, Arjuna, Nakula, and sadewa, at the same time? Because it was dirty? Because he was black?" There are wounds gape in abunya-gray eyes.

"Or, menurutmu, whether Drupadi Nirwana can not be reached because he berselingkuh inward with more love than Yudistira Arjuna, her husband?" Blood will have spoken of the gray.

"Then, menurutmu, whether Drupadi the prostitutes?" There are cuts and blood flow from the heart of his heart.
I am speechless thousand words. Not able to. Because after so long to see her packing in gray, are suddenly so many red run down from the eyes, of talking, mouth, body, heart heart, eyes water. Blood!

"What I prostitute?" For the umpteenth time he was repeating words.
I feel my chest packed.

"Are you Drupadi?" tanyaku nasal.
"What I need for what? Drupadi I, if I am Maya, I do prostitutes? You just need the story, write what you think, what may be the more honest of the written word is terucap."

Telanjangnya still with the body, it is near to me, talking with the menciumiku bleeding, gum wajahku of blood on the water, let the eyes roam to his heart in the heart of the bloody, single body with the bloody body.

Move up the night morning, when I fuck women with gray at the top of the virgin ...

WORK : Lan Fang

LADYHOOD ALVI AND BLACK ROSES

Ladyhood alvi bet he was a good, friendly, and can be very attention. One time he had the collar bajuku less fit. This small but very real meaning should be put in the heart. That is perhaps the membuatku kerasan chat with. Our chat is not more than a matter of interest, other than that secuil only. Occasionally we pernahlah chat in addition to interest, but interest is just to talk than to flavor a matter of interest to chat. Hmm, Mrs alvi it so infatuated will flower.

That is, every hour delapanan Sunday morning, I descend to the house musti Mrs alvi. He was buying flowers for dipeliharanya the kubawa in the yard or on the back of the house, known broadly. Either how much the collection of the decorative flowers with a variety of types. Almost three years, every Sunday he buy flowers. It looks like buying flowers for a totality. That Mrs alvi buy me. Before me, he has been a florist, but a florist that has been moved to another city. Dicarilah new florist. I am a florist and that up to now.

Highlight of Ms alvi intelligent women he showed. And, surely he will have meticulous attention to the flowers, berbinar. Not only that, he was touching the flowers with no alakadarnya, but also involve perasaannya.

Rather than a matter of Mrs alvi so very love interest: if kuranglah fit for a must if Mrs alvi always visible and only berkutat with flowers only. I stop by each, rarely seen her husband, according to Ms alvi when her husband are in the house. But what is rarely visible, both of the withdrawal be a pair-husband-wife. Yes, while sitting together drinking tea simply fill leisure time, for example. Or roads Sunday morning to enjoy the bright, such as families in general. Setidaknyalah mansion is impressive not only inhabited by flowers, adjuvant, and the wife only.

Several times I saw it, itupun two years ago. Exactly twice. Yes, I remember right. First, when the men entered the garage after the car when pembantunya mudik again. Second, the time me and Mrs alvi fun chatting in front of a home menyatroni ago asking her, Mrs. alvi to go in: to call her that. Soon, the men come out - the husband-Mrs alvi is limited only to the doorstep only to guests mempersilahkan entry. Then again I do not see it. I do not know exactly, other than a Sunday if they do - and Mrs. alvi husband - so familiar, like roads, so at least bertegur sapalah.
***
This week I came over the morning. Seven hours. Mrs perhaps have alvi events - dikabarinya me yesterday by phone the day after tomorrow. Therefore kedatanganku proposed. Ah, Mrs. alvi, he always looks beautiful as usual Sunday. This time the hair-sebahunya berbasah wet, certainly after the shampoo, diurainya many times with the fingers lentiknya the kukunya be painted red, pink details. Ah, but why Mrs. alvi this so sad? Hmm, sad but still pretty visible. Thus women would seem perfect if berona-woo sad that way. Ah, Mrs. alvi, surely a man who can prosper menyangkarkannya. Yes anugerahlah kind.

"Order of Anggrek Sunday as yesterday but it's a little small, brought?" Yes, the style of talking. I like the style of speech that Mrs. alvi is typical. Intonasinya disimak tasty. Lips berkecumik if such be engaged, but not impressed up. Reasonable, appropriate and beautiful.

"Order of Anggrek Sunday as yesterday, was quite small, brought?"
"Yes, yes, I take it. The beautiful Tulip, Mrs alvi definitely like."
"Anggrek like Sunday yesterday, quite small. Not Tulip. If Tulip has also been taken yesterday."

"O, sorry," I am nervous. "Yes, anggrek. Ah, the orchid Mrs message that, right? I have with the three different types. Please Mrs?"
"Hmm, red, orange, yellow? Is this course, orange."
"Good, Mrs."

"Put in the selasar there. I'll take the money?"
"Yes, Mrs."
Ladyhood alvi into. Shame! Surely before he kentarai kekikukanku that I do not understand. Sepatunya step approach. Ah, I should take away from the silliness.

"This is the money?"
"Thank you, Mrs."
"For tomorrow Sunday, bring me Black Rose."
"Black Roses?"

"Yes. Why?"
"Eem, what does not. Berapa Ms?"
"Sebanyaknya."
"Sebanyaknya?"
"Why?"

"No. Okay. Sunday tomorrow I bring Mawar Hitam. Sebanyaknya?"
Ladyhood alvi entrance, a little hastily, because it may soon be ready to go.
***
Appropriate order, I take Black Roses sebanyaknya. Order weird actually. Soalnya each jaw problem interest, luputlah Ms Mawar Hitam alvi offensive, let alone book. Ah, but it is not my task. I am just a florist. So follow only a matter of taste. But?

Ladyhood alvi menyuruhku wait in the room, before it was to hang out in the yesteryear. Megambil may be something, either what. New this time I stay over in the living room. Net is also comfortable. From here, to which the views leluasalah want distributed. At will.

Out there? O, will surely break through the glass expanse cover this room, and then we spy dapatlah yards with gamblangnya. Dicokoli yards of colorful flowers that bergerombol beautiful.

"How many Black Roses brought?" Ladyhood alvi mengujar after sitting on the sofa.
"All Black Roses that I have," jawabku soon.
"Thank you. Put everything in the living room."
"All, Ms?"
"Yes."

I pick out for Black Roses seabrek car transporter in the interest of kuparkir outside the fence. Ladyhood alvi entrance to living room, would surely be up in the room where hundreds of Black Roses will be positioned.

"Where, Ms?" tanyaku with some in the hands of the Black Rose.
"Here. Put all around here?"
Ah! I then stop suddenly subside. Certainly see that box. Chest in the middle of this living room. Dikelintari box that many candles. Yes, the coffin was that of a man disemayami longitudinal dangan pallid face and eyes shut meeting. O, that man?

"Sunday he went home yesterday. Livernya not tertolong," said Mrs alvi with eyes that suddenly a little look in the mirror.
I am still stupefied. I saw Mrs. alvi eyes tear. Ah, it was like kesudianku expect to hear the sentence-kalimatnya the occasional terpatah by seniknya. Just listen, not apalah. Dapatlah relieve himself at least the middle of may berjelaga, such as roses: Black Rose.

"I hate this man," continued Mrs. alvi look while the content box. "It was rough. But I know why so mencintainya. If he did not come home many days, many months-long sightseeing, I know that the only bergelas the alcohol and glass-hunting women. Keraplah he returned with a stagger. Yes, twenty years our marriage, without children, tasteless, without tegur-I mean, except that on the bed after sex mereguk. sex, things sometimes become easy to make. But, entahlah I do not know, what do I do this. Ketololankah? Truly I do not know . I only know that I always feel you want to continue with him. That is why I continue bekutat with flowers. only, so I always keep in the house. with him, although not bersapa. waiting, although no return. Not what, my faithful . Setia what kind? Ah, I also do not know. People will pout nyinyir: ah! Mrs alvi no more than a woman birdbrained! Not what. I mencintainya. He has to go now. And I also know I want to put on the Black Rose petinya around, before it was carried to the cemetery resort to peace in heaven. "
***
A sunny Sunday morning. As usual I berkelintar to bring home every variety of flower chap. Ah, this time, I do not descend to the home of Mrs. alvi. He is no longer ordering flowers. He no longer loves her husband after the interest of peace in the paradise resort? Who loves Mrs. alvi now? ***

WORK : Iwan RS

DIVORCED

"Hughes just want divorce ..." Winda not a lot of chatter sekantor colleagues, seruang, as well as friends of his life, Neni. Beautiful woman hands berlesung sparrow is still preoccupied holding the remote control 21 inch TV that decorate workroom. Winda occasionally raise the volume of the TV show one of the famous infotainment program. Pause when ad, Winda move to another channel, but one to two minutes and then return to the channel that shows infotainment earlier.

"They were a celebrity, Win. While we are only ordinary people. Bedalah, the lives of celebrities is certainly more complex," said Neni.

"Ah, you have never been married is. Bisanya ngomong only, try what I ngalamin, a new sense of know," Winda reply.

"Basically the concept is Selebiriti popularity. When overcast popularity, they are looking for any way to mendongkraknya back. And the news about the divorce, one way aja." Neni sentence with the slide rather loud tone, while trying to hide ketersinggungan as women 35 years old who have not married.

"I am not married because I want to be careful Win, the aja. I also do not want to kayak you like, not even married a year I think divorce."

Stop the ringing phone conversation that the two women executives. "Press release is to prepare me, Pak. More of the journalists on ngumpul here. Press kit and transport his money is also wrong, Pak. My right to lobby ...."

By Winda tergesa steal some map work on the table, take a digital camera cool pic, and do not forget to trim the hair straight sebahu that looks a little ragged.

"I came down first, nên. But one thing, until when we accept this the only woman of the world so that patriakhi. We this independent woman, having money, beauty, everything. Bokap nyokap we also rich. Not necessarily a woman must be to serve men . On the men have time to serve his wife. The world still rotates I lost one man. yet I am still 27, still much to ngantri. Talk to you later ... "
***
"The divorce, period!"
"Love, you do the emotional. Think that is clear, many eyehole improve our relationship."

"Dimas, I have enough patience to you. I am married to find happiness, not vice versa. This time I am serious, I have sight lawyer, and tomorrow gugatannya letter to the court already entered the country."

"Love, I love you, I really love you. Not because of the small, so runyam well. Dimas apologize if wrong. I love you and you are a woman the choice to accompany my life forever."

Men's half-old was sitting bersimpuh. Occasionally he kissed feet Winda aka Love, his wife, who sat in the makeup chair in their room. Winda can only draw breath, try to ignore the whine men who up to now he does not understand how her husband can be selected.

Winda remember when the correct course, as what is desirable men into her husband. Not be stacked, such as Brad Pitt, Steven Seagel or segagah. Winda in confidence, a dapper man or who feel particularly handsome, not likely to be loyal. Winda also do not covet a man sekaya Sultan Bolkiah, because men tend to want to marry rich mininal two.

Simple and ordinary man, but it must be smart. No matter what the job. Doctor, lawyer, banker, stock broker or foreign exchange, and even journalists also qualify as home grown, smart, and loyal. "Wealth can be lost, but the brains will have forever," when an inner Winda.

"Love, Dimas confess confess wrong. Dimas promised will not offend you again, offend you, let alone to beat you again. Swear, that I will never do again. Moreover, the law was passed shortly Domestic Violence, which the husband dare to hurt his wife. Isn'T physical harm, injure batinnya are already criminal, "said the man who narrowly frustrated with his wife, this heart of violence.

"Do not bring carry-Law here deh. Yet its application may not seideal aturannya. Who is to pay a larger, he is certainly winning. Pokoknya like it, I ask for divorce."

Dimas breath long haul. He tried to hug his wife, but the hand of Winda menampiknya. "Quasi-intimate Nggak need ..."

"I used the phone Mama, I need an explanation, why help their children like this," Dimas interrupt.

"Do not bring carry-Mama in our problem. Mama now need quietness. Let Mama entertained by Mbak Yanti Dik and Rudi in the house, I need to be disturbed by the defense that you like. Lagian Mama surely remember the very sad if this sunday Papa honeymooners are in Europe with his wife. Even though the divorce was a year away, Mama is still difficult to forget Papa. Maksudku difficult to forget the sick heart. Report it to Mami Papi you own, "said Winda.

"Mami Papi is busy also calms Lulu, he continued to cry, her husband forced're marrying. I thought it was good decision-divorce is okay."

"Nggak, I want to divorce."
"Do not be so stubborn, you sorry for yourself lho, Love."
"Sorry? Sesalkan What I am divorced with you? Today you're sorry, but I hurt more tomorrow, there are ways you hurt me. Soal Start the Papa Mama I can educate me, that cockiness you more wealthy family, despite the fact family property you do not have the wealth seujung nail Papaku. Dimas, I need a husband that I can ngemong, not like now, I like living with a baby, and unfortunately the baby was already 40 years old, "screaming Winda. Dimas halt.

"And, one thing that I Dimas sesalkan from you. You always laluku the prize, you seem to regret marrying a woman who can not present keperawanannya for you. It just continues to bob up and down, yet keperawananku also never go back. It is important since the beginning when you put me, I have been honest that I have not virgin anymore. Then you bogus wise, receive only, and in fact you hypocrite as well. Memangnya you are still early when perjaka married? View the first wife, eventually also requested a divorce because you do not it was also handsome children hooked. "
"I like sex love. I sleep in the room."
***
Trit, trit, triiit .... "More busy, Mas Bayu? Ngomong I would like to briefly aja."
"Why would busy, if the ring is a beautiful Winda."
"I have been divorced, Mas. Putusannya before the District Court, regular course, I have tears. Dimas also verbally apologize to me, after the judge hammer tap. Batinku, that I should apologize to him, because I requested that the divorce ".

"Syukurlah Unfortunately, one problem in life you have been thorough."
"When Mas Bayu to Jakarta? I do not think what we start to discuss the more technical we plan, though matanglah perencanaannya. Bayu Mas later Before I introduce to Mama and Papa and the big family."

"Hmm, when do ya? I can not Win deh ..."
"Oh, do not do anything. I ngerti kok Mas Bayu are busy deadline, I need in a hurry. Bayu Mas When ready, to Jakarta first new together to Mama and Papa."
"Winda, I can not, I'm not able to Jakarta. I also can not meet your parents.".
"The Mas I, I'm not ngerti?"
"Winda, not so angry, I honestly want the same for you. Yesterday the Court rejected the claim ceraiku Religion. ... I can not leave istriku. Yet, you keep to the principles you do not want to be a second wife or husband has married more than one, so I want ...."
"Leakkk ....!!! Winda Ayu Ida Cantika vituperate death while ponselnya. ***

WORK : Badai Ekananda

TWILIGHT

Dibayangkannya that often clouds the white expanse of blue sky is the island cotton. Sometimes, the cloud that formed expanse of frozen waterfalls, mountain or rock that float on the white sea of blue.

Day he observed any changes in the sky there. And when the clouds are the more milk and eventually lost by the dark night, he runs back to her house. Sapanya on grass, stone, soil and perdu. Disenyuminya wind with a chisel-prankish nyusup hair on the sidelines.

Sesampainya at home, he was still a leap-jump up and down like a child for the mother's home market. Dark, the house contains a perforated plastic chairs here and there, and the dust selapis daylight.

Disapanya red roses in a pot in the water with the splash of water. Then dinyalakannya switch and show the face of vague. Some of the insects around the globe, as witness the joyful life in the house.

What can be done after office is closed all doors for him? No more work remaining. Kantor did not need a man lean, apathetic, and slow as he is. Office of the brain need not always reject rate and a task. No. Office doors open for those who are young, spirited, and many do not; except the amount of the billing office will be accepted. They speak only a matter of incentives.

Men that sigh. Since all tersapu storm crisis 98, also flee with his wife - who knows. Leaving all, even memories.

Men are seated, of course, after bathing, cooking noodles IM at home and eat. Kretek and a light finger on the sidelines terselip that lean. Somehow, he wanted to look at the fence post. With the sluggish, he goes and opens the box. Not in sangkanya there have sepucuk letter.

With hope-hope that he is anxious to take a letter immediately, the rush to open it, and find a place under the lights to read.
Letters that came from someone who is not dikenalnya. The sender said that he get the name and address of the men was from someone who "... know your talent with the right ..", so that written there.

He was stupefied. "Talent?" gumamnya. Then read the discontinuance. Basically, after a lengthy decipher things, the sender asks for men to make it to the house in the complex of luxury housing in the city.

Weird. Why does not he simply come. Why should send a letter, if living in the same city? There, under the signature of the sender, included a phone number.

After reading, men that sat in plastic chairs jebolnya. It's something that suddenly appears in the benaknya - somehow what he himself is not so familiar. Quickly dihisapnya Cigarette it. Puff of smoke-ngepul, be blown before the wind disappeared.

He is also rushing to the phone, and while looking at the number on the letter that he was pressing nekan-number in question. He was silent a moment. Then, "What ..." there and talk a little choked-stagnant.

Men are more silent, listening. If any should be said, lips utter only "okay" or "good", and the most "yes". Discussion was finally completed, after the men said, "same-same."

Back home he was sitting in, while trying to unify the various flash reflection on the earlier phone conversation. Dinyalakannya a cigarette again. Then, shortly after the third hisapan just done, as if he will get the answer what should be done.
***
Today was the third day he was "working" in the house of the sender mailbox. And even until the third day it was, he did not know who the sender mailbox. He was only dealing with someone who introduced himself as a "helpmate" of the host. And the "adjuvant" that is reluctant to mention his name. Men's lean is no objection. Apalah means he knows the name of someone, if it is not related to work. Is not the world, where he gave a kind of life is like that ecosystem?

Like the previous two days, he was sitting and waiting for the reaction of the ditungguinya. Ditungguinya that it was a young girl, graceful, but mad. That is the "coadjutor" big boss to say that two days ago.

"Then, what relation to me? If he is mad, take it to the hospital mad ..."
"It is. The doctor said that he does not do anything."

"Kok, strange? Kok, there can be said that he was mad?"
"His father himself who said that. I just forward to your words."

"Honestly, what I considered traditional?"
"I do not know, your healer or not. It is important, Sampean prompted him to seek to be healed. The boss said."

Men that do not actually know what to do to the dish that he said was mad. He just sat and menatapnya.
Ditatapnya pair of eyes that the ball clear but it is empty. There is not who in the eyes of the ball. Themselves as girls went, or roam to a remote country, what his name somehow.

This is the third day. And men themselves are desperate for something that is unclear. He would like to say to the "adjuvant" boss that he surrender. However, there are things that make them cancel the meaning.

The fraudulent, the men then took a bronze horse statue, which is good. Diperkirakannya, is made in Italy. Details on surai, even in the muscle-hunk ototnya making bronze horses that appear to animate.

"Haha ... what's new master putriku are today ready to master my daughter walk?" he said while playing a horse that only segenggaman hands. Digerak the horse-gerakkannya face in front of the girls.

The "adjuvant" only sigh. In benaknya there is only one expression of "insanity was contagious."
"We will split the clouds. Did lord that is a cloud in the sky the land. He was dependent, and does not consist of soil and stones. All the trees, even water that is over there, is the beautiful white clouds. And when the sun is shining, trees -tree in the country will be through the clouds, like crystal. "

"Take me."
"Ten ... tu, of course." Suddenly the men heard the speech that tercekat. He did not like that the girl was pronounced.

The "adjuvant" boss is probably also great surprise. How might, after many years, the girls "go" from her body, just as suddenly back bualan the men. He immediately call the BOS through hp.

Meanwhile, the men lean as it is to see light in the eyeball of the cornea. He was careful to express the beauty dikhayalkannya. And for some time, he had witnessed a small smile at the corner of the mouth tersungging nymph that.

"You need to took to get there."
"Good. Do you want to master my daughter to ride punggungku?"

"What can you fly?"
"Yes. See?" Men's bronze was the horse that high-level beyond their own heads.

The little girl laughed, his eyes to follow any movement of the hands of men effective. And when the men lefthanded throw the bronze horse, the girl let out a laugh and happy.

Iceberg that has liquid and men like that find the house ablaze. Roses in the small pot in the home as if it developed and fragrant.
***
A week later, the girls want to dress up and invite the men walking in the house that large. He manjanya embrace with the arms of men. And of course, men will be young again - even though he not setua face.

"Mas never married, yes?"
"Yes ... with a butterfly," candanya.
Tergelak the girls, "Beautiful, of course ..."

"Yes. As beautiful as butterfly. Serapuh butterfly ..."
"To which he now?"

"Flying. Strumpet not always want to be pursued?"
Back derisive laughter of the girls heard. "Kok, Mas mengejarnya not?"

"Capek."
"Capek? Then during married Mas pursuing him constantly?"

"Yes."
"Mas do not like to chase women, yes?"

"Yes. Capek."
"Mas not find love?"

"No. Capek."
"Capek and hold, please?"

"Yes. Life is very tiring. You own to anywhere for this?"

"Travel."
"Where?"

"Go anywhere, not in the house of origin."
"Why?"

"Capek," answered a short talk imitate the style of men. Both were happy and laughing. A world of strange, that they had never felt before.

"The father, you would like is integrated. And since that conversation, you?" Disappeared. "Why, I like the potential husbands?"

"Know from where?"
"Tuh, he said that to me," answered the man while pointing at the "adjuvant".

"Shepherd kind of trusted him."
"Shepherd? Too good; bulldog," added the man while laughing. The girl was laughing.

Then silently. After a silent, "I am tired Mas. They have already determined and track. I can not say" no ", so, finally I still choose it."

"Mas, I want, I ngajak to your house?"
Men are silent. He not only wanted to take the doll to her house, but even up to ranjangnya. He wanted to hug and shed aridity during this life to the body of the girl.

"There is a condition ...," the man said.
"What?"

"You must want to be istriku."
"Why?"

"Yes? Rate should be," answered the man sekenanya.
"If? Girlfriend?"

"Wah ..."
"If the boyfriend, what?"

"Yes? Mmm ... what, yes?"
"We first court."

"Ah, well you swing."
"No. Strumpet only be pursued so that the motion. I do not want to romp. I just want to know more old."

"Here, Dinda," the new times that of men is the name of the girl, "tugasku to" cure "you're done. You, ... I can now talk and laugh."

"So go Mas? Then mengunciku memories in space?"
"No. Maksudku Not so."

"If Mas go, I will" go "again."
"Do not, do ..."

"Why?"
Men are silent, in the heart he also said, what actually happens in the middle of this life.

"Mas I feel happy with me?"
"Bahagia, because you can see the cheerful again. Back again and again as before."

"Sok know. I do not want to like it. I like tomorrow, as the future ..."

"Do not exotic."
"I'm not exotic. I desire simply speak what I like. I just want to laugh, anytime I want. And it all can only kulakukan with Mas. Mas If I have, then ...?"

"Mr. I-mute your mother, eh?"
"Who, tuh?"

"Who, who is?"
"Father-mother."

"Hus. As a parent, I, too."
"Who are the parents?"

"Ah, now children. Sins of the parents you own."
"Who called Mas parents?"

"Yes ... who mbayar me, I honor the love of tens of millions of rupiah this. Who again?"
"Ooo? Parents are?"

"Hey? Not inconsequential, lho."
"No, I do not inconsequential. Parents that, eh?"

Men that stare Dinda with split views. Dinda pair of eyes as the tatapannya deliberately. Mempersilakannya as incoming and disassemble every niche and have a curve in it.
***
Men's Health, which usually only the silent stare into clouds in the sky, feel that life is empty melompong, suddenly fog prop. Not how, Dinda knowing that this child is a rich, the sick soul, and so is the father mencarikannya healer, and fall in select men, the foster father was only Dinda. And the foster father was Dinda seutuhnya want. He pity Dinda and forcing themselves into rooms that chastity angkatnya children. Not surprising if Dinda frozen.

Men's boiling hear it all, and therefore, whether the consideration is, he immediately invites Dinda aircraft flying horse ride.

He suddenly felt a Pronocitro on the fly from Roro Mendut kungkungan Adipati Wiroguno.
However, men are suddenly feel tired. He did not want to pursue and be pursued. He just want to sit quietly in the deserted houses and dusty. He only wanted to every time the hose mawarnya, there is a fresh flush soul.

As the dusk. Men are sitting back home in her house, and smoke. He quickly fold the pages beautiful book of life - even though only a few pieces - with Dinda.

Silence in the twilight, in the house, he can only imagine Dinda is in the side, although at that time, may be in the embrace of others. Men are really feeling tired, even simply to recognize that a man.

WORK : Yanusa Nugroho

MALE

This is the umpteenth time I want to go. From the house five years ago kubangun little by little until eventually become a haven for me and Maya, istriku. But then again I do not feel comfortable, when the events that occurred in a night, after I write a reaction. I met kekasihku, and we love each other. He has a menungguku so long. Tergurat wound up to a yearning in the long stretch between me and him. That time I menatapnya sharp and he bowed ashamed. I say the future menujunya. He asked, "When?", As if not believing in the word and janjiku. Kujawab, "Soon."

But after that I always fail. Ten times I tried to go, never have a successful. I am still here, in the house along with Maya, istriku. When the Maya did not know about rencanaku to go. He said only occasionally and was Suspicious to me. He said sikapku increasingly strange in the eyes. I usually muted suspicions istriku that hug the body with the freeze. Keningnya kiss and said, "Nothing weird. All normal course." Then Maya silent. And I do not feel guilty at all because ketidakjujuranku.

Several times came to kekasihku. Especially when the Maya are not in sampingku. I saw your face and frown kekasihku more visible fatigue.

"You what?" tanyaku doubt because of fear. I pencemas men. Especially against a kucintai.
"Too long I menunggumu. Too long I memetiki dismantling only to calculate the time that kedatanganmu false. You see, the fingers have been stiff-jariku and go. Frozen body is not touchable pelukanmu. Whiff of white smoke that waft rindumu increasingly become hazy to me. Weakened. And I sadarkan not start in the kesendirianku long. But you also do not come with me. Even more rare peek house door and knock. Kau coop themselves in a miserable death singkatmu. Together with the souls that are not really living. menduakanku Kau with transitoriness. Cintaku are on and is eternal for you. menunggumu I am in life, but you Bury themselves in the graveyard that you see is fertile. We are separate long Damned. "

I see a clear eye kekasihku Overcast. Kuulurkan hands and say the things I feel the same. Longing that demanded the immediate penuntasan.

"I will go home. For with you," I said.
But Shook kekasihku body. Tertiup night as the wind, it gradually disappeared from hadapanku. I mencemaskannya the opportunity to go without saying anything to me anymore.

Without thinking long, esoknya I decided to go away. I deliberately did not bring anything from home, because I know Maya would need if I am no longer on the sides. But until the new terrace house, see Maya. Winded up and down the menangkapku intend to go away. He was angry with me.

"You want to go? Meninggalkanku?" tanyanya with ketus.
I replied in the heart. Yes, istriku. I will go. And you know that means going to leave. But I would not meninggalkanmu. I will leave this temporariness. Kekasihku menungguku in eternal life. Then I will go, far away from this death.

Maya, istriku, install the face of disappointment. Dilipatnya scratch-scratch of happiness for this decorate the bone-colored merona. Bristle-ray eyes. As the eye kekasihku tired menungguku. I suddenly anxious. Not the Maya, but kekasihku. It seems I will fail again, to go from here. Maya, istriku, menahanku. "Do not go," he said. Langkahku stopped. Lost in the Shadows kekasihku really.

Maya memenjarakanku in peluknya the smell of death. Nafasku packed kekasihku remember that far. Do not be here, kekasihku. Batinku. If not, you will be burned and jealous menangisiku the bercengkerama with the soul is not immortal. Kubiarkan Maya memelukku hold tight. Peluklah I hammer that you are able perempuanku. But you will never embrace soul. Because the soul has been longing to go brought kekasihku. And you never know it.

"Say. Meninggalkanku Why do you want?" Maya in a long embrace between.
I must go home, Maya. Kekasihku find the eternal. You're the only soul imprisoned in a Tomb transitoriness. Menyedihkanku short of death. And kekasihku already unduly long menungguku. I also like merindukannya since first. Now we have met each other and fall in love. Love unify the separate long rentangan in two events. You and I, here is a death. As you embrace this offer with me. Nausea Membuatku aroma by humiliation. I must go home, Maya. And I do not need to apologize for all this. Do not menahanku Dolor in this, istriku. Why do not you just met kekasihmu as I saw kekasihku? Do not you also crave each other? And we leave this Cemetery. Flying towards the house lovers love loved us.

"Why are you silent? Have no more valuable to you here?" Maya memelukku more closely.
Ayolah, Maya. I who is not here. I am only a wild grass that grows in between the stones that you tread. I can not even grow up. I die in kekerdilanku. Kelemahanku. Kesementaraanku which is very short. Melindungimu also I can not. Remove genggamanmu the melukaiku, istriku. Or just throw me to the river that flows beriak and slapping wajahku the rough. So that I tersadar, and is no longer menyurutkan themselves to death in a hole memanggilku repeatedly. Melarangku to go, and memelukku with the aroma of death mencekat. Maya, I will go. Kekasihku go home. And I do not need to apologize you.

"You're not mencintaiku again?"
Maya, istriku, membentengiku with fence fence-own fear and sadness. He blame himself up kepergianku. Indeed, women who mengajakku in death, I do not dare to love others than kekasihku. Do not you know I am so happy to meet with him again and knit lasting romance? Then why you want to attract a second hand back to tumble in the bottom of Sorrow? Why you ask only for breast transitoriness mourn? Maya, you destroyed a breast tertusuki spine-spine clear that mengesalkanku. I started not hold.

"Do not say you have a will," Maya mengisak.
I met her in a night light. Yes, I have another one. Kekasihku of eternal life.

"I will not melepaskanmu."
Maya, istriku, this threat from you? What can threaten a transitoriness penujuan Eternity? I will go home with the kekasihku. Maya, never. Let me go.

And Maya memelukku remain in the heavily pelukannya death. I dikuburnya in the night-in.
Kekasihku came to silence in one. Maya terlelap middle of night in a dream. Again kekasihku mengajakku to unite with it. "What are you waiting for? Until the death of the call and merebutmu again submerged in grief for this?" Kekasihku stretch out hands to me.

"Maya is a death wish which is always mengurungku here. It is death that has kesedihannya own colors. That membuatku and can always fall back to it."

"Return. Do not punish yourself. Death is already too long do you and the souls of others. Why do you still want to keep crying that hurt?"

Kutatap kekasihku that so long kurindu. "I go home with you," I said. I rise and leave the house, the house of love with kekasihku.

And this is the umpteenth time trying to keep Maya kepergianku. Body only terbalut sleepwear thin when mengejarku. No, not again. Pikirku.

"Okay. You may go. Did you always want to go? As before, when you want to be a bull-author. You also said that as the journey up a call. You is not up to me to hear that call. Itukah As this is the time you do? And you menyuruhku for melepasmu again, as first kubiarkan you go on the road kepenulisanmu positively nearly kill me? How egoisnya you. "

Maya became a voice in the thunder that night. Really? Batinku. Can this have died the death of the second time because of a pullout? Survival? Maya, istriku, this time you memanggilku differently. Grief of others. But why should I look and listen? Why should I forget kekasihku and menemuimu back? Why should I menemanimu in this death to continue to grieve and drowned in transitoriness? How kekasihku with the menungguku so long? I am so anxious. Kekasihku the start of the silence in itself really.

Maya near. Menghampiriku searching for the missing shadow kekasihku. Half-Conscious, I am already in a very kukenal neck. Embrace of death. Maya mendekapku closely. Soul continue to think that somehow kekasihku where. Wait for me, kekasihku. I will come. Soon.

I am Sorrow. Because the union once again be delayed. But given pikiranku way. I may soon have to take Maya, istriku. To leave this death. Kekasihku acquainted with the eternal. But Maya memelukku in the heavily pelukannya death. That night, and the other nights. ***

WORK : Abidah El Khalieqy

BOYFRIEND OF A MAN

This is the umpteenth time I want to go. From the house five years ago kubangun little by little until eventually become a haven for me and Maya, istriku. But then again I do not feel comfortable, when the events that occurred in a night, after I write a reaction. I met kekasihku, and we love each other. He has a menungguku so long. Tergurat wound up to a yearning in the long stretch between me and him. That time I menatapnya sharp and he bowed ashamed. I say the future menujunya. He asked, "When?", As if not believing in the word and janjiku. Kujawab, "Soon."

But after that I always fail. Ten times I tried to go, never have a successful. I am still here, in the house along with Maya, istriku. When the Maya did not know about rencanaku to go. He said only occasionally and was suspicious to me. He said sikapku increasingly strange in the eyes. I usually muted suspicions istriku that hug the body with the freeze. Keningnya kiss and said, "Nothing weird. All normal course." Then Maya silent. And I do not feel guilty at all because ketidakjujuranku.

Several times came to kekasihku. Especially when the Maya are not in sampingku. I saw your face and frown kekasihku more visible fatigue.

"You what?" tanyaku doubt because of fear. I men pencemas. Especially against a kucintai.
"Too long I menunggumu. Too long I memetiki dismantling only to calculate the time that kedatanganmu false. You see, the fingers have been stiff-jariku and go. Frozen body is not touchable pelukanmu. Whiff of white smoke that waft rindumu increasingly become hazy to me. Weakened. And I sadarkan not start in the kesendirianku long. But you also do not come with me. Even more rare peek house door and knock. Kau coop themselves in a miserable death singkatmu. Together with the souls that are not really living. menduakanku Kau with transitoriness. Cintaku are on and is eternal for you. menunggumu I am in life, but you bury themselves in the graveyard that you see is fertile. We are damned long separate. "

I see a clear eye kekasihku overcast. Kuulurkan hands and say the things I feel the same. Longing that demanded the immediate penuntasan.

"I will go home. For with you," I said.
But kekasihku body shook. Tertiup night as the wind, it gradually disappeared from hadapanku. I mencemaskannya the opportunity to go without saying anything to me anymore.

Without thinking long, esoknya I decided to go away. I deliberately did not bring anything from home, because I know Maya would need if I am no longer on the sides. But until the new terrace house, see Maya. Winded up and down the menangkapku intend to go away. He was angry with me.

"You want to go? Meninggalkanku?" tanyanya with ketus.
I replied in the heart. Yes, istriku. I will go. And you know that means going to leave. But I would not meninggalkanmu. I will leave this temporariness. Kekasihku menungguku in eternal life. Then I will go, far away from this death.

Maya, istriku, install the face of disappointment. Dilipatnya scratch-scratch of happiness for this decorate the bone-colored merona. Bristle-ray eyes. As the eye kekasihku tired menungguku. I suddenly anxious. Not the Maya, but kekasihku. It seems I will fail again, to go from here. Maya, istriku, menahanku. "Do not go," he said. Langkahku stopped. Lost in the shadows kekasihku really.

Maya memenjarakanku in peluknya the smell of death. Nafasku packed kekasihku remember that far. Do not be here, kekasihku. Batinku. If not, you will be burned and jealous menangisiku the bercengkerama with the soul is not immortal. Kubiarkan Maya memelukku hold tight. Peluklah I hammer that you are able perempuanku. But you will never embrace soul. Because the soul has been longing to go brought kekasihku. And you never know it.

"Say. Meninggalkanku Why do you want?" Maya in a long embrace between.
I must go home, Maya. Kekasihku find the eternal. You're the only soul imprisoned in a tomb transitoriness. Menyedihkanku short of death. And kekasihku already unduly long menungguku. I also like merindukannya since first. Now we have met each other and fall in love. Love unify the separate long rentangan in two events. You and I, here is a death. As you embrace this offer with me. Membuatku nausea aroma by humiliation. I must go home, Maya. And I do not need to apologize for all this. Do not menahanku dolor in this, istriku. Why do not you just met kekasihmu as I saw kekasihku? Do not you also crave each other? And we leave this cemetery. Flying towards the house lovers love loved us.

"Why are you silent? Have no more valuable to you here?" Maya memelukku more closely.
Ayolah, Maya. I who is not here. I am only a wild grass that grows in between the stones that you tread. I can not even grow up. I die in kekerdilanku. Kelemahanku. Kesementaraanku which is very short. Melindungimu also I can not. Remove genggamanmu the melukaiku, istriku. Or just throw me to the river that flows beriak and slapping wajahku the rough. So that I tersadar, and is no longer menyurutkan themselves to death in a hole memanggilku repeatedly. Melarangku to go, and memelukku with the aroma of death mencekat. Maya, I will go. Kekasihku go home. And I do not need to apologize you.

"You're not mencintaiku again?"
Maya, istriku, membentengiku with fence fence-own fear and sadness. He blame himself up kepergianku. Indeed, women who mengajakku in death, I do not dare to love others than kekasihku. Do not you know I am so happy to meet with him again and knit lasting romance? Then why you want to attract a second hand back to tumble in the bottom of sorrow? Why you ask only for breast transitoriness mourn? Maya, you destroyed a breast tertusuki spine-spine clear that mengesalkanku. I started not hold.

"Do not say you have a will," Maya mengisak.
I met her in a night light. Yes, I have another one. Kekasihku of eternal life.

"I will not melepaskanmu."
Maya, istriku, this threat from you? What can threaten a transitoriness penujuan eternity? I will go home with the kekasihku. Maya, never. Let me go.

And Maya memelukku remain in the heavily pelukannya death. I dikuburnya in the night-in.
Kekasihku came to silence in one. Maya terlelap middle of night in a dream. Again kekasihku mengajakku to unite with it. "What are you waiting for? Until the death of the call and merebutmu again submerged in grief for this?" Kekasihku stretch out hands to me.

"Maya is a death wish which is always mengurungku here. It is death that has kesedihannya own colors. That can membuatku and always fall back to it."

"Return. Do not punish yourself. Death is already too long do you and the souls of others. Why do you still want to keep crying that hurt?"

Kutatap kekasihku that so long kurindu. "I go home with you," I said. I rise and leave the house, the house of love with kekasihku.

And this is the umpteenth time trying to keep Maya kepergianku. Body only terbalut sleepwear thin when mengejarku. No, not again. Pikirku.

"Okay. You may go. Did you always want to go? As before, when you want to be a bull-author. You also said that as the journey up a call. You is not up to me to hear that call. Itukah As this is the time you do? And you menyuruhku for melepasmu again, as first kubiarkan you go on the road kepenulisanmu positively nearly kill me? How egoisnya you. "

Maya became a voice in the thunder that night. Really? Batinku. Can this have died the death of the second time because of a pullout? Survival? Maya, istriku, this time you memanggilku differently. Grief of others. But why should I look and listen? Why should I forget kekasihku and menemuimu back? Why should I menemanimu in this death to continue to grieve and drowned in transitoriness? How kekasihku with the menungguku so long? I am so anxious. Kekasihku the start of the silence in itself really.

Maya near. Menghampiriku searching for the missing shadow kekasihku. Half-conscious, I am already in a very kukenal neck. Embrace of death. Maya mendekapku closely. Soul continue to think that somehow kekasihku where. Wait for me, kekasihku. I will come. Soon.

I am sorrow. Because the union once again be delayed. But given pikiranku way. I may soon have to take Maya, istriku. To leave this death. Kekasihku acquainted with the eternal. But Maya memelukku in the heavily pelukannya death. That night, and nights the other. ***

WORK : Maya Wulan

CAHAYA MONTH

Madame Julie Roubere middle daughter awaiting the arrival sister, Madame Henriette Letore, who recently returned from a trip to Switzerland Affairs.

The entire family of five since the lottery melancong sunday ago. Madame Henriette allowing her husband returned alone to the village homes in Calvados, because there are some business matters to be completed, and spent several nights in Paris with sister. The night passed. In the quiet stillness, Madame Roubere preoccupied with the thoughts of blank, eyes occasionally raised eyebrow every time to hear the sound.

Finally, the door of her house diketuk, and sister appear in bold dressing jacket. And without a formal, fully embrace their love in a quite long time, disconnect hug hug each other a moment ago again. Then, they ask the newspaper, family and thousands of other things, menggosip and interrupt each other, while Madame Henriette busy removing the jacket and hat.

Night is dark. Madame Roubere light a small lamp, and not long after, he was acungkan lights up to contemplate the face sister, and memeluknya again. However, how terkejutnya when he faces sister tercintanya contemplate it. He looks back and fear.

At the head of Madame Letore appear two large bundle of white hair. The rest, the hair that looks and jet black sparkler on each side of the head there are two set silvery lace to the middle of a clump of black hair mengitarinya. He was new 24 years old, and of course this change really surprising since the kepergiannya him to Switzerland.

Without the slightest move, Madame Roubere contemplate full wonderment, dots will to tear the two-colored. Pikirannya berkecamuk, what a disaster that has occurred in the sister.

He asked, "What is the matter with, Henriette?"
Menyunggingkan with a smile on a sad face, a smile that broken-hearted, Henriette said, "None whatsoever. Oath. Are you are considering hair putihku this?"

But Madame Roubere hurried to seize pundaknya, menatapnya sharp, and repeat the question again.
"What is the matter with? Ayo says, what has happened. And if you lie, I will find out."

They still view each other, and Madame Henriette, who looks as though unconscious desire, meneteskan tears from both corners of the eyes.
Adiknya ask again, "What is the matter with what's going on? Responsibility Ayo me!"

With a broken voice, broken and sobbing, said Henriette, "I ... I have a sweetheart."
When a little more quiet, when the loud sound of gulp heart began to peter out, he hand in his head to chest adiknya seems to want to throw all the burden of his heart, to exhaust all that has been suffering chest tighten.

Bergenggaman hands with each other, the two brothers is running the sofa in a dark corner of the room. They drowned in the compassion, the younger brother hug brother freeze to juxtapose themselves, and listen.

"Oh! Kalimatku I know this does not make sense, I can not even understand myself, and since then I feel has become a madman. Be careful, adikku, be careful with yourself! If only you knew how weak we are, how quickly we give up and fall. Just a moment softness course, one of the melankolis among thousands menerpamu longing to open the hand, to love, like something, then you will easily fall.

You know my husband, and you know how I mencintainya; but he was the man who cooked and rational, and not able to understand the vibration of a soft-hearted woman. He is always the same, always good, always smiling, always friendly, always perfect. Oh! How sometimes I wish that he was in his hands memelukku ago given a soft sweet kiss and slowly. How I hope that he becomes a man foolish, even weak, so he felt membutuhkanku, need belaianku and water eyes.

All this seems culun, but we, the women, that be like that. What power we? But, never mind olehku to leave my husband. Now it happened, without love, without reason, without anything, just because it has menyinariku hours a night on the edge of Lake Lucerne.

During the months that, when we travel together, my husband, who is still with sikapnya indifferent, has been crippling semangatku, extinguish puitisku sense. When we walk down the mountain at sunrise, when the two horses bersenda mutual banter, vagueness in the fog, we see the valleys, forests, rivers and countryside, I clap hard-hard and said to him: 'How beautiful, O husband! Give me kiss! Kiss me! 'He only said, with a smile dinginnya:' There is no reason for us to smooch each other just because you like this scene. "

Kalimatnya and had my heart freeze. Menurutku, when two people love each other, they should be left out by the scene-the beautiful scenery. I have frozen my heart with poetry. I like the stove or bottle tersiram tersegel the meeting.

One night (we stayed four nights in a hotel in Fluelen), due to headaches, Robert immediately after dinner sleep, and I walk the streets alone on the edge of the lake.

Night was passed as a tale-tale before sleep. Full moon suddenly appears in the sky above; high mountains, with a tinge of white snow, like silver crown wear; gemericik lake water with ripple-ripple small sparkler. The air so soft, with a warmth that would like to merasukiku fainting. I am so kepayang without any reason. But how sensitive, how bergolaknya heart at that time! Jantungku berdegup hard and emosiku the stronger.

I sat on the grass, up the lake area, and incredible melankolis that, seems to have strange feelings merasukiku; terangkum I think in the thirst for love that is not terlegakan, a rebellion against kebodohanku throughout life. What! Not a chance for me to be able to walk with a man who kucintai, embrace each other with hands and mouth smooch each other, along the lake like this? Can not smack my lips in a delicious smell, and the intoxicating evening which was created to enjoy God? Is not this nasibku to penetrate beautiful love in the shadow in the night light week this summer?

Then tangisku explode like mad women. I heard something moving in behind. And a man standing there, menatapku sharp. When kupalingkan head, he mengenaliku and said, 'You weep, madam? "

He is a youth center melancong with his mother, and we often meet. Eyes often menguntitku. I am so confused and do not know what should be said. Kujawab just that I am currently sick.

He dekatku running in a manner that is polite and soft, then start talking to me about our trip. Kurasakan all that he has been translated into words. All things that can enthuse membuatku he understood perfectly, better than myself. And suddenly he quoted poetry larik-larik Alfred de Musset. Tenggorokanku tersekat, I am stunned with the emotions bubble over. Visible in sekelilingku, mountains, lakes and light days for the singing.

So there. Entahlah. I do not know why, such a halusinasi.
I did not meet with him again, until the morning he must continue the journey again. He was given a card! "

Then, while falling into the embrace of her female sister, Madame lottery sesenggukan crying, nearly like a child. Madame Roubere, with a serious face, said with a soft, "Hear, kakakku, often not a man who we love, but love itself. Bulanlah And the light became lovers sejatimu that night." ***

WORK : Guy de Maupassant