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a hug at dusk (Romantic Story)

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"Focus on goodness only, Nduk. Then you'll never find a showdown. No matter how big a mistake there must be a good side to look at, because no human being is really perfect," said the father when he saw me still pensive in front of the bedroom window.

The man who began to age also passed leaving me in a heart rage.

Yes, it's the third day, I'm in a house that holds all the memories of my childhood to adolescence. The quarrel with Mas Ilham-suami-kemaren the day after made me have to take distance with the man I married six months ago. Of course, it was with his willingness to take me home for a moment to Mom's lap, in order to think more clearly.

I can't accept his past. I've been doing that ever since I said 'yes' when the tall man proposed to me. However, the presence of a past woman in the middle of our marriage, made me hurt. In fact, I'm not the only woman who rules his heart. Egoku is hurt by jealousy.

"I'm sorry, Deck. Trust me this one last time. I promise with all my soul" asked Mas Ilham to be sincere.

My heart's quiet. Only a circle of tears that flowed the river answered all the words spoken.

We both fell silent. I blame the fate that is taking me. Betrayed when wedding flowers are still strong. He looked at me clingy. Swab the back of the hand and kiss repeatedly. Carried with a look of a nelangsa.

I can't see it like that. I can't even hold back the overflowing emotions from my anger.

"At first, I just wanted to help with the problem. Nothing more. But I couldn't help but feel when I saw him get hurt, because in a little bit, he was enthroned in heart. I'm really weak for that one, Dek," said the man who was still looking at me.

My crying is getting more and more stoked. He hugged and repeated an apology of unsung numbers.

I put my face on my knee. I wish I had subsided the pain that hit my heart, but it was precisely that felt thousands of knives that seemed to tear the heart as each apology sounded in the earlobe.

"May I go home for a moment?" I asked for understanding.

"But how will Mom and Dad-?" ask her a little bit of a rascal.

"Mother and Father will know that there is a problem between us. But believe me, the fact of the matter will only be ours, Mas," I cried sobbing. "My parents taught and educated about the responsibilities of being a wife, Mas. Covering all the disgrace of the husband. But I'm just a wounded human being, ma'am. Give me a pause to receive this roomily," said I can not stem anymore crying that had been restrained.

He was silent for a long time. Take a deep breath and exhale for a moment.

"All right, I'll take you to your father's house. Send word if your room has emptied."

I nodded and immediately got up. Pick up the bag that I then filled with some clothes stels.

The car was traveling at medium speed towards a beautiful village. A place that always makes me have a lot of passion to see life.

Father and Mother were in the front hall of the house with a cup of coffee and a plate of boiled yam, when our car entered the yard of the house which was still overgrown with several guava trees.

They both stood up to welcome us. I deliberately forced a faint smile to deceive.

"When you come, you don't give any news. If you know, you can cook aubergine toast Ilham's favorite peanut sauce," said Mother as she reached out to me to experience.

"Mas Ilham wants to get out of town in the morning, Mom. I didn't dare to live there alone, so while I was going home. It's all right, Mom?" I answered a lot of lies.

But Ilham just smiled.

"It's not certain, ma'am. Until the matter of the project in his office was resolved properly."

Mas Ilham brought the bag to the room. I'll follow his steps immediately. Give her the understanding to go home tonight. I just want to be alone for tonight.

Mas Ilham's car disappeared after passing through the yard of the house.

Mom and Dad finally found out that there was a problem with my family. Especially since my arrival at home, my appetite suddenly disappeared and more locked myself in the room.

They just gave me some little advice without me asking. Never once asked what happened, because it does not want to add to the problem more runyam. Like this afternoon, I suddenly gave a tip about what kindness is when I saw me just staring out the window with tears suddenly coming out without being given command.

It is I who prefer silence, and scatter hope on the prayer mats so that God broadens the heart and opens the way out without pain and no one is hurt.

***

"Rum, let's go out to dinner first!" mother's shout made me have to close the manual that almost every day accompanied me in my favorite room.

Father and Mother have been waiting at the dining table that has begun to decay with age. Their smiles still greeted me. Having them is a gift of my own. People are simple. Full of devotion, and always see others with the science of nature, until there is only goodness that emanates. I'm still learning for that.

Tonight, I accidentally cooked my favorite vegetable. The piece of meat was already on my plate. Father added vegetable sauce that smells good because there are several pieces of shrimp in it. Not to forget, mini crackers made from cassava starch, make the dish more delicious to be enjoyed immediately.

This time, I purposely spent my food to appreciate Mother who has been painstakingly cooking.

"The Javanese woman was 'mendhem jero mikul dhuwur', Nduk. You must always remember that," said Mother after seeing me about to get up from the seat.

"Injeh, Ma."

Yes, from my teenage father and mother always taught me about the meaning of that sentence. A suggestion that can form a person's character that every Javanese woman when she is married then she must be ready to catapult all the goodness of her husband and close all the ugliness or disgrace that is on her husband. This is the same as the description in the holy book of Muslims. Your wife and husband are your clothes. Actually, the function of clothing is not to close that should not be shown.

I'm about to go into the room. When you suddenly speak.

"Contact with Inspiration and immediately ask for a pick-up. The longer you think the longer the devil intervenes, too" said the Father, whom I cannot ignore.

"Injeh, sir."

***

Mas Ilham was already in the doorway as I was already preparing with the bag in hand.

Immediately he apologized to Father and Mother and approached me who was still stunned presence which was as fast as the wind carrying whatsapp messages from me. He hugged me a long time ago.

The man's embrace was still the same. Warm as warm as a tinge of orange color that comes at dusk. I'm a woman who loves without but.

Finishes.

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