Ешь, молись, люби

Chapter 75

           Isay,"YoutoldmeIshouldcomebackheretoBali.Youtoldmetostayhereforthreeorfourmonths.YousaidIcouldhelpyoulearnEnglishandyouwouldteachmethethingsthatyouknow."Idon’tlikethewaymyvoicesounds-justtheteensiestbitdesperate.Idon’tmentionanythingabouttheinvitationhe’doncefloatedformetolivewithhisfamily.Thatseemswayoutofline,giventhecircumstances.

           Helistenstomepolitely,smilingandshakinghishead,like,Isn’titsofunnythethingspeoplesay?

           Ialmostdropitthen.ButI’vecomesofar,Ihavetoputforthonelasteffort.Isay,"I’mthebookwriter,Ketut.I’mthebookwriterfromNewYork."

           Andforsomereasonthatdoesit.Suddenlyhisfacegoestranslucentwithjoy,turnsbrightandpureandtransparent.ARomancandleofrecognitionsparkstolifeinhismind."YOU!"hesays."YOU!IrememberYOU!"Heleansforward,takesmyshouldersinhishandsandstartstoshakemehappily,thewayachildshakesanunopenedChristmaspresenttotrytoguesswhat’sinside."Youcameback!YoucameBACK!"

           "Icameback!Icameback!"Isay.

           "You,you,you!"

           "Me,me,me!"

           I’malltearfulnow,buttryingnottoshowit.Thedepthofmyrelief-it’shardtoexplain.Ittakesevenmebysurprise.

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