At Dusk in a Small Town

Episode 85 Abi Don't Go

When my soul mate left.

Dusk, don't you go.

Keep me here with miss..

Day after day has passed, two weeks so fast not felt. Syifa was so close to Anajib that Syifa called Abi every time. Although without introducing Anajib, it was his brother. Perhaps with such a strong inner bond, his relationship with Anajib was so quickly established

with a short time.

Tomorrow Anajib, the proud son of the ustadz, will return to flight, returning to his routine as a student, and now he doubles as an ashdos ustadz Sanusi in a Cairo University in Egypt.

Currently his return is only to fill his semester break.

Tonight is the last night Anajib is close to the people he loves and loves. Honestly, Anajib was already feeling close to his son who he met for the first time.

Even so, he was very grateful that his wife and child were picked up by his parents from Bandung.

And now lives with his parents.

At least the heart of Anajib more calm when leaving Dhea and Syifa his son.

I don't know what happened to Syifa since this afternoon he didn't want to be far from Anajib. Wherever Anajib steps, Syifa does not want to be left behind with her brother.

"Umi... Where is the mukenya?"

Syifa's voice called out to her umi who was busy in the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Beautiful," the responsibility of the Umi who feels responsible with his activities.

Syifa who was afraid of being left behind went to the mosque.

Now shout calling Anajib.

"Abi....."

Syifa's shout brought the steps of Anajib who was preparing to the mosque, approaching the cry of Syifa who was in his room.

Now Anajib steps closer, and now goes into the room. Anajib's heartbeat was racing as his hands searched for Syifa. He doesn't understand "which one?"

The intelligent boy saw his ashes in trouble.

Now he ran out and pulled his last hand.

"Fugitive noodles!"

Syifa, who was afraid of the abi, continued to pull his umi hand and took him into the room.

Deg

Dhea's heart was racing.

Saw Anajib who was busy looking for something.

"Mas bojooo, what are you doing with the clothes I've ironed?"

Shouted Dhea while approaching to Anajib who had not managed to find the Shifa mukena he was looking for, but a pile of clothes that had not been tidied in the closet, now

it's not neat anymore.

Dhea was feeling excited to see the pile of clothes that had been neat he ironed now turned messy.

Unknowingly Dhea nagged at the person who had managed to bulantakin his room.

And the two were busy arguing, unaware Syifa was out of the room leaving both of them.

Dhea's voice uncontrollably nagged her now asking Anajib for responsibility.

"Just like that again!!"

Dhea said while helping to tidy up her clothes while her mouth nagged. Anajib instead of helping to tidy up even without sin.

His eyes could not be seen looking at Dhea's mouth that was nagging. His heart trembled as Anajib's hand held Dhea's two hands.

The two stared at each other, and the face was already very close, when it was ready to pounce.

Syifa came but not alone.

He guided his eyes the eyes of the glaring, glaring,

"astagfirullah mas and Dhee. What are you doing?"

Ask the mother full of questions and she goes into Dhea's room, ready for a lecture.

"Where are you going to meet me?"

Syifa's voice sulks, saving abi and uminya.

Hearing the commotion in the room of Dhea the ustadz who was about to go to the mosque undo his intentions. He stepped into Dhea's room.

That look is getting sharper now.

He said very firmly, and then he passed.

Following Anajib's move, Syifa also shouted "abii..."

His steps stopped, Syifa really did not want to be left behind Anajib.Dhea brought her face and guided Syifa's hand now Syifa let go of her common hand.

And chose his hand.

"Assynolt,umi." Anajib saluted with a sweet smile.

"Getishalam."

Dhea answered as she stepped in to pick up the mukena, and chose to be with ustadz. To go to his mosque.

After the mosque.

Ustadz family activities resume dinner. Syifa would not eat if not bribed

abi.All must be with abi. When I want to sleep, Syifapun fuss.

Dhea was full of struggle to seduce Syifa.

Finally sleeping was also carried by Anajib.

After a really good night's sleep in Dhea's bedroom.

The night is getting late now Dhea's heart is getting restless. The time of separation with his soulmate is getting closer.in fact he wants to come tomorrow to the airport, but Dhea did not dare to ask permission on the ustadz.

Finally dawn is coming. After the Fajr prayer. The family left for the airport. Syifa seems to have understood will be left the abi. From the dawn of Syifa come boisterous.

"Umi I follow abi" and his small steps always follow Anajib's steps.

There is a sense of contempt in the hearts of Dhea and Anajib.

No farewells, no hugs or kisses for Dhea.

When her husband stepped out of the house, there was something missing from her heart.

The red car took away his heart.

When the car's voice was away and inaudible

any more. Dhea rushed to get her jacket and helmet.At this time she did not want to be left behind.

Dhea was trying to catch up.

The person he was after had already checked in.

Time passed and never waited.

Syifa kept holding her ashes.

Somehow, Anajib's tears are no longer in custody. Ustadz saw the tears of his beloved son dripping down his beard.

The tall body bent down to seduce Syifa who did not want to let go of her embrace.

"Abii don't go."

The cry of Syifa really broke the heart of an Anajib.

From a distance the umi was unable to hold back her cries. He wanted to hug and calm his baby but he did not.

His steps were held back, "it's not yet Dhea."

His heart held all his desires.

"Abiim.."

Syifa continued to cry, as the abi let go of her hug.

"It's time to take off."

There is a prayer that they always pray.

Prayers from the couple ustdaz and wife, pray for the success of the son.

Prayers from Dhea for her beloved husband, "hopefully, always good health."Whisper Dhea from a distance.

The iron bird is increasingly flying high into the clouds carrying the beloved soul to study in the land of people.

A piece of heart is always faithfully waiting with the baby. Together with dusk knit prayer.

Tells about a longing that never brimmed.

🌺🌺 Until here first sister..🌺🌺

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