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Though Indra used to fill his space at home by taking care of the rest of the work or reading books, but now it feels many times quieter. Like there is something incomplete when Indra does all that lately. Not because of the lack of taste of red tea. Not a snack that has too many crumbs. Not because the book that was read turned out to be beyond expectations. Not because his neighbors are fighting. There is something absent from his side, but sometimes not just beside him when he does all that. Imagine Indra is eating his favorite food, but there is one vital spice that is absent so that the food fails to satisfy him. That's how he feels lately.

Though Indra is not afraid of being alone (meaning in terms of activities, not life) and can always do all the work and routines independently, but now he even misses help. Though Indra can make food and snacks for himself, but he began to miss the hand that can create his other favorite taste. Though Indra can take care of the back garden alone, but he began to miss a hand that helped bring a shovel and fertilizer. Though Indra can return all the books to the shelf and clean up the files until neat, but he began to miss the hand that took over some of the books and files and help compose much neater than him. Though Indra can eat lunch or dinner alone, but he began to miss the hands that then helped him clean and wash the dishes. Though Indra can rest alone just by laying down relax on the carpet of the workspace, but he began to miss the hand that is always bound tightly and the other hand that will always wipe his head gently.

This week, the world is empty and silent. It is as if nature itself stopped working until Indra could not listen and enjoy the beauty. No subtle sound could make his chest rustle warmly. There is no fondling that can make his body very relaxed. There is no fragrant orchid that can make his heart beat comfortably. There was no sincere smile that could make his heart feel filled with the cold morning dew. There is no hand that can be held and held tightly in every activity. There is no body that can be held gently on every soft melt. Nothing could arouse his feelings. There is nothing but Indri.

This night became colder and quieter than usual. The room was getting darker than it should have been. The moonlight from the window was paler than it should have been. Though Indra was accustomed to all these conditions, but not with his bed which is now half empty. While lying sideways and facing the empty part, one hand felt there. Cold felt in the palm. Indra's mind daydreams, imagining a figure who always occupies that irreplaceable place. His heart was longing, wanting the figure to be on his side now so that it could be embraced and felt warm until the next morning. How he felt dying, wanting to receive again the same strong heartfelt feeling. How he wished to whisper a statement that he could not give directly to his beloved since a week ago.

How Indra was tormented by all these circumstances, but Indri assured him: all this was a challenge for them; and he must have returned without any lack. How Indra hates to hang expectations on words alone, but what can be done if Indri is so confident and very firm to convince him. How Indra could not not believe the woman's faith if she had talked about them both.

The only thing that upset Indra about this state of affairs: Indri purposely did not tell him about how many days his assignment took. Plus, the woman also deliberately cut off all communications - even if she had promised to contact Indra if it was about an emergency. Be Indra alone, lonely, and like chicks losing a mother in their house for one week. Agree not without reason. Indra also wants to know: how lucky he is if he is far from Indri?

Just week. Indra wants to give up. He misses that woman very much.

Thinking all that drags on will only make him more crazy by the overabundance of longing, then Indra immediately turned his back on the empty place and closed tightly.

Until the crackling sound of the front fence shocked him. Duplicate lock fence was only owned by one person other than himself.

Reckless and hasty, Indra immediately bouncy up until the bed creaked a bit hard. The man slammed the door and went down the stairs just as violently. His legs were tracing nervously and quickly, as pounding as his heart. Even his hands felt cold as he directly grabbed the doorknob and pulled it fast.

"I miss you more to want to die it feels," said Indra weakly. It was like to hold the woman until her longing is satisfied, but Indra very well knows that the overflow will never end. A few minutes. Realizing that it was quite late, Indra stopped and smiled in the shade. His grip had not been loosened until they were right face to face. "You need to rest. I'll help you with your things. Or do you want to cleanse the body? Or want to have dinner first?"

Indri momentarily fell silent. "... there's no need - I want to go straight to sleep. My backpack just around the waist - I'll take it down tomorrow."

Indra kissed Indri's forehead at a glance and grabbed the woman's backpack on the floor. His other hand led Indri. "Come in. It's cold out here."

Maybe just the feeling of Indri or Indra suddenly more attention than usual? Even Indra waited for him to finish changing and prepare for sleep-plus continued to observe him as if Indri would disappear if he blinks.

Just lying sideways facing the man, Indri was more clumsy when Indra immediately approached and grabbed his waist. Their foreheads meet. Eye contact occurs very close in the dim room. Embus breaths to each other in the silent room.

Indri tried to understand the sad and shady gaze of Indra at that time. He smiled thinly. "What's wrong? Not sleepy?"

Just by hearing a soft cry that always sounded smooth like the whir of silk, Indra felt very peaceful until a moment of silence to live it. The man opened his eyes again and smiled gently. "You're the one who needs to get to sleep."

Actually Indri also wants to be like this even until the very late night. He wanted to shake his head and look him in the eye for longer, but his sleepiness could not be resisted. Bumbling Indri inched forward and lightly kissed Indra's lips, then just as nervous drowned the face on the man's chest and grabbed his back tightly. Indri wanted to hear the man's heartbeat. The throttle that always makes him more alive.

Indra only snorted amusedly without a sound and kissed deeply the female's head. Five seconds later, they fell asleep together.