At Dusk in a Small Town

Episode 93 There's a Story About Us

Stories about beautiful times.

When we are both, even if we have to be good at stealing time to let each other miss.

The moments that Dhea and Anajib always wait

to perform the duties of Dhea. And to give his right to Anajib.

It is inevitable that a storm is always

struggling to be channeled.

"This feeling torments me, when you're so real around me that it's hard for me to touch."

"The turmoil of my heart must be dim for every moment of my life."

Anajib whispers to Dhea who is now real in his arms.

Dhea did not talk much she chose to stare and occasionally caress the face of the person who was missed.

"I love you so much Dhe, more than I have."Anajib told Dhea.

"I'm the same."

Dhea answered and put her head in the field of Anajib.

And it doesn't feel like they're going through the togetherness.

Until the sound of the car pulled over.

"Abiiii...,abe....."

Syifa's voice clearly called out to her ashes.

Anajibpun snatched all the clothes that were dated.And so quickly he wore them.

So did Dhea rush into the bathroom

to cleanse his body.

Syifa's small footsteps continued to step in search of the whereabouts of her ashes.

"Abii.., they say.."

Syifa kept calling.

Anajib finally came out of his room.

"Little angel abi."

He said, bowing to welcome Syifa.

"Mas the father and mother will talk, after the father and mother have rested!"

Said the ustadz who passed Syifa who had started to tell his ashes.

Dhea came out of the room and approached Syifa.

"Same as umi yuk."

Persuade Dhea to her son, hoping that his ashes will soon bathe.

Finally Syifapun complied with his umi request.

And the elder stepped away to take a shower.

Lembayung began to decorate the horizon.

The family is busy preparing for

go to the mosque.

Dhea seemed to smile happily watching Syifa who always followed where her steps, and her small mouth always asked a lot.

"Smart kid, good Syifa so abi would

feeling how tired and tired you are in the face of all that you ask."

The whisper of Dhea in his heart involuntarily Dhea smiled to herself.

But he realized it was under his supervision.

For some reason Dhea's heart trembled when the ustadz's sharp gaze seemed to be always watching his movements, and caught him smiling at Anajib.

It was really the condition that tormented him.

Always play with people who

he loves.His soul feels in bui.

Anajib with his jail sometimes smiled mischievously looking at Dhea's awkward face when he was at a dining table with her.

Unlike the condition of Syifa's liver that is always spoiled and must be fed the same abi eat it.

Syifa has managed to steal hearts

all the joglo house residents.

Finish the dinner.

The ustad called Anajib in the living room.

The father and son were in a debate.

Dhea who was tidying the dining table was not very clear to hear all their debates.

Syifa was invited to sit on the terrace, so as not to spoil the conversation of the ustadz with his ashes.

Dhea was very shocked when the tone of the ustadz's voice sounded high.

Dhea tried to focus on listening to what exactly he told Anajib.

After finishing washing the dishes Dhea stepped towards the terrace.

Faintly heard the ustadz

name Ashofa. And there seems to be a voice of rejection

from the voice of Anajib.

"Mas already loves someone sir.."

"What does it mean?"

He heard her voice asking for an explanation

Najibs.

A second later, his steps led

patios. Afraid of disturbing, Dhea finally decided to go to the room and bring Syifa with her.

And Dheapun entered the room while leading Syifa.

"Gemana ma'am, it turns out Anajib refused."

The ustadz said to his wife.

"Please sir, then the mother will

give advice."

Answer the wife.

Then the husband and wife were silent to each other.

Think of a plan ahead for matchmaking

who received a rejection from Anajib.

Inside Anajib's room attempted to contact him

Dhea's on the phone, "but what's wrong with Dhea?"

The call was not adopted.

"Could nerds be jealous?"

Anajib whispered in his heart.

Dhea herself was worried that her husband would finally

will waver his stance, and forget his love story with Dhea.

Clearly worried for Dhea.

But he tried to shake it.

Syifa's voice resuscitated him.

To be sure of the power of his prayers along with his true love.

"Don't separate us God.."

Whisper Dhea in the prayer she entrusts to the Most Loving.

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