At Dusk in a Small Town

Episode 104 Dusk Grey

🌺 Afternoon return home..

However, the beauty of the twilight seemed to disappear.

When the dispute comes.🌺

Tired of these eyes waiting for you to come.

Did you forget the day?"

Today, saturday.

The day you promised.

Dhea was really disappointed, when dusk began to disappear, but there was no sign of Anajib coming.

Dhea's heart burned more and more flames of jealousy, when remembered

there where Anajib taught there is a woman figure who father and mother Anajib expect.

The heartache of the woman who was pregnant with her second child was unable to hide.

I don't know if it burned his heart.

Now he chose to go into his room, and let Syifa wait for the abi with her eyes. Dhea felt tired all day working

especially with the condition of the stomach that is getting bigger. Now, tired of thinking he was waiting

the one he and Syifa missed.

Didn't see the nose.

When adzan magrib reverberated.

The sound of Syifa's cry brought her steps out of the room.

Syifa's cry grew louder, as if defeating the sound of the Adhan being echoed.

Dhea approached Syifa who was already in her daughter's arms.

"Umi, why did abi lie..."

Syifa protested in her tears.

His daughter looks silent.

And the eyes of his feet, approaching complete with his sharp gaze.

Now the hand rubbed the head of Syifa.

"Abi's on the road." He said to calm Syifa.

Hearing his ashes on the road, the crying finally stopped and he asked to come down from the sling.

"Now take the door, wait!"

His orders led Syifa to the mosque.

His small steps rushed into the room taking his face.

Syifa and her two eyes immediately stepped towards the mosque beside the house.

Until Syifa returned from the mosque.

The Abi who promised to return never came.

And the night passed...

It's coming in on Sunday.

Even before dusk.

And the weapon had begun to disappear once the sound of the magrib adhan began to roar.

As usual the ustadz family immediately prepared to step towards the mosque next to the house.

Syifa will always be involved.

Dhea chose to stay, she chose to pray at home.

Just now he said a greeting, there was a sound of the front door knocking.

Tok.dok.

Dhea hurried to the front door.

Czechrekk.

The door is open.

"Assalamualaik."

Greetings between the sweet smile that was on her red lips.

"Getishalam."

Dhea answered and kissed the back of her hand.

After that nothing came out of Dhea's lips.

Now he even stepped away leaving her.

After closing that door.

The owner of the tall body followed Dhea's steps.

The thing he hated the most was that his soul mate was sulking, and had started to shut up, and put on a jutek face.

Once in the room the face was not friendly to him.

"OK, tell abi where's the fault?"

Bisik Anajib tried to patiently face the pregnant woman.

Dhea remained silent.

But her tears rolled down her cheeks.

Seeing tears, things that Anajib did not like.

Now both are silent.

And that sturdy arm was trying to grab him. But he did not think the pregnant woman brushed it off.

"Heiii.., so angry, what's wrong abi?"

The tone of voice began to rise, the handsome face was seen restraining his emotions.

"Abi is never wrong, but umi is always wrong.."

"Please don't make promises if you can't keep them!" Dhea kept talking.

And the debate was so audible from outside the room. There was a pair of ears that had been listening to the debate. Sometimes the head seems to shake. And the forehead seemed to be wrinkled because the voice in the room was mixed with the sound of crying.

It is still fortunate that Syifa is still in the mosque learning njai.

With his daughter.

"Okay, I'm sorry, ' she's late for home, ''s been sorry, 'okay from tomorrow

don't stay in the cottage but Abi will take it home."

Finally he gave in to the pregnant woman.

Now when the arm reached for her body, Dhea let herself be carried in her arms.

The anger is starting to go away.

When Syifa's voice cried out to the Umi.

Along with that door he opened.

And as soon as he was shocked, his face immediately shone

his eyes widened, and the cry now called out to the abi.

"Abiiii...." Excited screams.

Then the Abi spread his hand.

And hup.

Her tiny body was already in the arms of her brother. His little hand caressed the face of the abi.

"Come, can't you go home long?"

"I'm cape waiting!"

His protest while continuing to hug his ashes.

"Okay, I'm so sorry."

Said the abi while glancing at Dhea who chose to step out of the room, heading towards the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The dining table was silent.

There was only the sound of a spoon clanking on the plate.

Dhea finished dinner as usual tidying the dining table, and continued washing

dirty dishes used family meals.

When Dhea was washing dishes in the kitchen, the family room seemed to be silent there was no conversation between the child and the father, as usual.

After Dhea tidied up her work.

He chose to go back to his room, when he passed by the family room nobody saw.

The ustadz and his wife were in the room.

Both of them were in conversation about

the debate between Dhea and her son Anajib.

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And in the room Anajib was listening to Syifa who told him about his friends at school.

"Let me school tomorrow mo ushered abi, anyway!"

Syifa's voice decided her will.

The abi did not immediately agree.

But now his eyes are asking for his wife's opinion. Dhea understood the gesture of asking for her approval.

Suddenly Dhea made a sound.

"So you don't have to promise, if tomorrow you can't keep it!"

The tone of Dhea's voice was like an allusion to the Abi Syifa.

Anajib smiled hearing that.

But he chose silence not to refuse or promise Syifa.

After preparing Syifa School supplies.

Dhea invited Syifa to go to sleep immediately, hoping

tomorrow is not too late to wake up.

Tonight's silence is not as silent as the nights that Dhea and Anajib went through.

Tonight the two hearts meet.

When the baby is deep in his dreams.

Anajib took Dhea in his arms.

When a soulmate demands his rights even though the heart still holds jealousy towards him, and the rest of the anger at dusk is still felt.

Dhea couldn't resist it.

He continues to carry out his duties.

There is no voice of debate between the two, now

there are breaths and whispers of love.

And finally they both smiled happily.

The universe feels the happiness of both.

"It doesn't matter what you do, but you have to take responsibility for what you create."

Life will always have high waves,

so is the journey of love Anajib and Dhea.

🌺 See you in the next episode 🌺

Thank you brother all🙏🙏🙏

For his presence and support.

Sorry if there was a mistake in the writing.🙏🙏🙏