Dusk And Loss

He's perfect

The phone ringtone reads.

“Kringgg .. cring ..”

Contact number is unknown. Who the hell? thought. Then he lifted it up.

“Hai, Al. Sorry to interrupt gini nights. It's me Baskara," that distinctive sound makes Alana die of fleas.

“Damn!!! Brother Baskara?” he's surprised. In his heart he wondered. "Where can? She called me? Where did my contact come from?" there were a lot of questions in Alana's head.

“Al?” Baskara called out to him repeatedly breaking Alana's daydream.

“oh, yes brother. What's up?” alana replied with a slightly nervous tone.

“Tomorrow can I meet? The Batavia cafe. Someone wants me to talk.”

“Oh, well sis,” Alana responded to Baskara with her own smiling lips.

“See you yes.” the man closes the phone.

**

Pressing the record button on the tape recorder, that,

Huh ..

What taste is this. It's been a while since this didn't stop. But with you, there is a sense that makes me flutter. I don't know how to tell you. Simply put, with you, I am happy. Allow me to take care of your heart, will you? Give me a little room in your heart. Really, I want to mean it to you.

Alana, on Baskara.

**

Unlike usual, Alana prepares everything well. He combined his usual jeans with a simple blouse. But it doesn't look special. He unpacked the contents of the closet, found his overall dress. Alana is a little tomboyish girl. It doesn't even have a lot of women's skirts and suits in general. He put the dress right on his body. In front of the mirror, he was a little insecure.

“Cantik" praise Mamah Alana, who suddenly went into her room. “Where are you going, baby? Tumben-tubenan sampe rummage rich gini cabinets?" Alana blushed. Showing a happy face.

“You'll meet, Mah" she replied briefly.

“What's order?” the Goda Mamah Alana. “You're beautiful, Al. Try to see dirimin.”

“Iya dong's. Whose son used to beuu” Alana grinned, hugged his mama. It was a very beautiful day for him. Really am.

**

A taxi stops in front of a restaurant that says “BATAVIA”. The girl came down with heels that were only a few centimeters tall. He issued several rupiah bills to pay for the taxi argo he had been riding. Suddenly a message came in.

“I've arrived yes, Al.”

Alana Smile - smile yourself. Imagine a handsome man waiting for him there. He began to step foot, towards the entrance. Welcomed with waitress. He was looking for Baskara. He could not find it, he asked the waitress there. Whatsapp Baskara's profile photo.

“Oh, um Baskara? On table number 5 mba. Let me deliver" chirped the waitress.

He was confused, how could the woman know the name Baskara. Don't-don't ….

Ah, it's impossible. Baskara is not a crocodile. His inner.

**

“Al? you are so beautiful today” praise Baskara for the appearance of Alana.

“Thank you, brother" Alana did not expect Baskara to say that. Heart's blossoming. Drunk-ass. Ahhh, he's getting.

Baskara invited Alana to sit down. He looked at Alana's face. Then throw a smile at the girl.

“Oh yes brother, I was asked the same - mbak there tuh” Alana showed index finger to a waitress who was delivering food on a table far in front of her.

“ .. how does he know the name of Baskara?” alana's face was astonished. There are a lot of opinions in his head. But he prefers to ask Baskara directly.

“Yes sure know, this is my cafe. All the employees here are under my auspices" Baskara replied in a slightly whispering tone. Hope no guests hear their conversation.

I'm handsome, pinter, business man anyway. Ahhh, I'm getting mleyottt. Nothing made Alana ilfeel with the man. In his eyes, he’s perfect.

Without further ado Baskara expressed what he meant and what purpose he invited Alana to meet.

“Al, you're a dance boy, right? Well, the plan this semester I have a task to make this gallery. Yeah, it's kind of a fine art exhibition. I need your help making one painting.”

“Alana can help what sister?” Alana was confused by what Baskara meant. He wonders. What is the relationship between her major and Baskara's assignment.

“Gini powder, Al. I want lo nari, well later painted. Gituu. Can ga?” Baskara.

“Only can paint fit me again nari?”

“That's the challenge. Hopefully I can. Will you help me?”

There was no day more beautiful than that. The day Alana can feel meeting and eating together with the man of her dreams. Maybe for him, it was a first date. He accepted Baskara's request. There was no way he would refuse what Baskara asked for.

Suddenly the echo came. Baskara. Then look at Alana. The look on the face of the Echoes seemed astonished - astonished.

“Why is he here?” Echoes pointed at Alana, asking Baskara.

“Alana who will help us, bro" replied Baskara casually.

“Hah? I have to beat him that means?” Echoes shift Baskara's body. Ask him to split the seat. He immediately sipped the drink in front of him. Habits.

Alana's speechless. He thought he would only help Baskara. Apparently, there was an echo as well. He was lazy to respond to the echo attitude that always made him angry. He just sat there silent. There is also no way he will fight with the maniac in front of the man of his dreams. Can ilfeel later Baskara. Thought brief.

His job now is to obey what Baskara said. Keeping the image so that it still looks elegant in front of her puja man.

“Tumbenan lu dandan, abis kondangan lo?” Echoes slumped while looking at the fabric of Alana's clothes.

“Only napa lu, sewot very" Alana was impatient with the treatment of Echoes to him. Do you think the change is obvious? Why until Echo said that. Ah, he thought he only came for Baskara, but there was also that crazy guy.

**

The night seemed very quiet. No one accompanied. On the balcony of his room, Echoes sat facing the sky. He saw the stars and the moon. He feels only himself in this world. No one can understand the pain.

“Why did he just show up now?” He was hitting his left thigh. Hands clenched. A lot of things shouldn't have happened if the woman hadn't left. He didn't even come to the funeral of the man I called Papah. He never came home, even when Papah needed him. What is he really chasing? Of happiness? What about the me he left behind? Did he ever think about me a little? Selfish woman. Thinking of himself. I hate that woman.

There will never be an apology for you, Mom.

Echoes, for Mamah.

***