In the late afternoon light the magnificent
jaw and mouth on a passing young beauty stopping at the handbags out front of the makan place.
Steady and unblinking under the admiration. Having inspected
a few of the items the girl only met the eye on the turn and responded in kind
to the smile. In kind, with one small mannerism which has been retained on the
equator into the present day. Fine clear smile. In addition to which the reflex
one has noted on previous occasions. These particular encounters being without
issue, the brief dart to the heart stabs once and passes; stabs and passes.
Here on Malioboro awaiting Sumiyatie’s much delayed arrival, the blade cut
deeper. With the smile here the young woman like a number of
her sisters before her stooped slightly, as if passing under a low hanging
branch, cherry blossom or apple; nodded as if rain drops had just then fallen from the sky upon her scarved head. A bow. Curtsy. Thankful appreciation. The blush was visible in expression more than
skin tone. Hello; adieu. Readers may need some imagination to
receive the impression.
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