Laras And Nabil
tuh, right..

Nabil's steps were hammered around by Cleo's car. The woman had a cloudy face and was not pleasant to look at. Nabil was also so because of the Baras just now.

"I drove you home" said Nabil then after a long silence and their car away from the restaurant. The plan is tonight they will go to the village for the holidays and go home tomorrow.

"That's better" Cleo's tone sounded disappointed.

"Aren't you angry?"

"Want once, but not now" Cleo said honestly.

"I'll explain"

"Later, I'm getting emotional, if we talk now we're fighting"

"I'm..."

"Stop! I don't want to hear anything, I'm tired, I want to rest, okay!! it's just a dream tomorrow everything will be fine back"

Nabil appreciated Cleo's decision. Cleo is very mature in her problems. The woman is very mature in thinking in a relationship. When it heats up then Cleo will be a coolant. And choose to finish when the situation is a little muted. Rarely is there a woman like Cleo who if already angry will finish right then and finally become the cause of the breakdown of a relationship.

Nabil and Cleo rarely quarreled but it felt flat, there was not the slightest bit of grain.

Actually the pity of Cleo who was used as a place to lean when her heart was not fully intact. He's been lying to women like Cleo. Nabil never gave any certainty as to where their relationship was headed. He only made Cleo a friend on his journey. And after being tired he wanted to stop and stop while Cleo wanted to stay together until she arrived at the destination.

Cleo was always there for her as she mourned for herself in Vanuatu, the world's happiest city. But not happy for him. His story ran aground with Airin and also Laras. Airin's betrayal was not so wounding but Baras's loss took him by storm.

The awareness comes when the person who is seen one eye leaves. This is where I realized the true meaning of love. The time he was wasted and when he was gone only felt how much he meant.

The atmosphere in the car was silent until the car that Nabil brought to the front of an apartment and he opened the car door for Cleo.

"No need to drive, you just go home and rest" Cleo hugged Nabil and kissed him briefly.

After that Cleo went inside without looking back. Nabil was sure that Cleo was crying because she was seen wiping away her tears.

Nabil exhaled heavily, as heavy as the weight of his complicated head.

He returned to his car and followed Cleo's words to get home soon. He remembered with Baras. If Laras had a husband who was her husband? why is Nata there? naturally Nata never married and close to any woman, why did he know Laras?

It was strange that Nata approached Laras like he was familiar.

The barrel was strange, at that time he claimed to be pregnant while still a virgin. Nabil's car stopped suddenly because he remembered it. Nabil's disheveled face turned bright. There is still hope, hopefully Laras is still like before.

The car turned and then drove fast. Arriving at the cottage he was greeted by traffic jams and he saw one of his house workers queuing with a motorbike. Nabil swapped his car for the motorbike and then speeded on the highway.

It turned out that he was not the only one who followed Laras. A car was also stalking the woman from behind and the car was Nata's.

****

The sound of the mixer boisterous approaching early morning in the kitchen. Nabil who was sleeping in the small house woke up and rubbed his eyes which were still very sleepy. Cold air greeted him from behind the black suit he was wearing. The atmosphere of the morning was very quiet and quiet but Laras had already woken up to make a cake.

No stalls are open near there to buy coffee reduce the cold. To go far with the motor he is also lazy to move. He must face fate. Why didn't you just go home. This is because that damn Nata who lingered in front of the house Laras I don't know what he did. Then he who was curious about Laras there after Nata left because he was tired of sitting for a while on the floor turned out he fell asleep there.

Nabil daydreams about folding his hands to reduce the cold with sleepy eyes. His heart began to speak to knock on the door or not. Until the dawn finally dawned on the East.

"Hey! shhh! what is there? go there! do you want a head for my mom's skillet?"

Nabil was shocked by the boy. Her face was smiling funny. It looks like he just woke up. Why does this kid's face look like he did as a kid. He wasn't sleeping and dreaming, was he?

"Who are you?"

"I'm my mother's son?"

My mother's son, means son Laras dong.

"Without?"

"Hm" the boy nodded"

"Dad?" the child's forehead was wrinkled, as if the name was unfamiliar to him.

"Your name?"

"Organ"

"Who are you here with?"

"My mother, I asked a lot, what is it here? the danger is that my mom knows better if she leaves soon"

"Are your mothers really fierce?"

"No! there was a guy doing the same thing, my mom threw it in a rug"

Laras was horrified too.

"Damnah!!!"

The voice of Laras from the kitchen called his son and the boy whispered "my mother has called, in five minutes I have not come then the world will not be fine"

Alan pulled his head from the window and said, "yes mother, Alan is coming!"

Nabil smiled at the boy's behavior. Very humorous. The door of the house is wide open.

"Hey you! what's here?"

Nabil gulped, Baras ferociously begged for mercy.

"You are here" answered Nabil less focus because of the broom in the hand of Baras. The boy reminded him that his mother was very brave.

"The world is vast, why should it be here? you know that I'm here to pay, go there" Laras encourages Nabil to leave. Instead of moving Nabil turned back and grabbed Laras' shoulder and hugged him tightly. Since yesterday this was very eager to do but only accomplished this morning. Not in vain he languished in front of the house of Laras.

NAH!!!

The end of the broom touched Nabil's head cordially.

Rasayn! who told me to play in the block.

Nabil grimaces it doesn't feel like playing around. He rubbed his head fortunately not a concussion of the brain.

"Om not gone yet? what did I say? recalcitrant the hell!" the chatty boy appeared with a towel on his body. Just finished the shower. His nose was red from the cold.

"Alan's in!"

"well mom, do it!"

Nabil laughed again at the boy's behavior.

"Going there, it's still morning has disrupted the lives of others"

"If it can't be morning, noon can mean yes?"

"Morning, day, night, and whenever it's not allowed"

"Why?"

"Later husband I'm jealous"

"Who's your husband? Nata?"

"It's not good to know other people's business, do I want to know life there?"

BRAK!!

The barrel closed the door hard. Nabil's aghast.