Dusk At the End Please

Puppy Love's

He said monkey love is not part of real love because the feelings felt especially by minors is a new feeling of attraction that includes the feeling of liking limited to physical appearance has not had the responsibility more answers about other things are related to that feeling.

Really so? The question always tickled my mind, because until now I was still stuck on the monkey's love, even I hoped that it would be my last love.

I am stuck in feeling for someone, who has expressed his love in a simple way since he was a teenager, and loves me in a simple way, who always joked to just make me happy but always seriously took me to heaven.

10 Years ago ……

Saturday night is the most anticipated time for children. Because that night all night learning activities were closed, some residents of the dormitory returned to their homes to let go of longing with their beloved families and of course to ask for provisions in the next week.

But not a few who still stay in the dorm and spend time enjoying unlimited lying..

That night finished praying Isya, I returned to my room with two friends who were not home at the time.

Husna and Nia turned towards the canteen to find ammunition to stay up late tonight while I walked straight to the room to keep our set of prayer equipment after performing congregational Isha prayers in the dormitory mosque.

As I was about to pick up the dorm key that used to be tucked under the window, I suddenly found a small white amplof tucked in the window and fell down as I was about to pick up the key.

Curiously I took the small amplof and it turned out that there was a name on it in the lower right corner of the small amplof.

To: Shanum Najua Azzahra

Degs…

For the first time I received a letter that I thought was very mysterious, because on the amplof it just written my name there is no sender name at all, let alone the way the letter arrived in my hands really makes me anxious.

I looked to the left, right and around the room there was no one. I looked back at Husna and Nia who had entered the house of the Housewife to watch television. On holidays we are allowed to watch television until nine o'clock.

Although the learning activities are off but the rules of the dormitory still apply to students who stay in the dormitory in the holiday time. Like the maximum bedtime at ten, even then it has been dispensated one hour from the usual day, prayer must remain congregated and eating must remain together.

I went into the dorm room and locked the door, after keeping the prayer equipment in place, I went back to reading the writing on the amplof.

It was very clear that the name written on the amplof was my name I slowly opened the amplof, honestly my heart was pounding, my feelings were not good and for the first time in almost 2 years I wore a blue white uniform I received a mysterious letter.

Bismillah

To: “Shanum Najua Azzahra

Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullah…

Shanum, I Love You….

From: Akhtar Farzan Wijaya

Is.deg…

As soon as time stopped, my heart was beating so fast, I didn't know what this feeling was why it felt like this. For the first time I received a love letter, short, solid and clear.

Tok..tok.tok..tok was shocked when the sound of knocking on the door sounded, I quickly hid the letter and I stored it under my pile of clothes in the closet.

“Assalamu’alaikum, long time to open the door again why you, Num?

"Why not go to the House?”, suddenly Husna and Nia came and strafed me with questions.

“Ak..aku...i again clean-up clothes in wardrobe”, I replied nervously.

“Why did you guys come back, finally watch it?, ask me again.

“Iya ah, there is nothing exciting, continue the Mother and her children have also been sleeping so we go back to the room mendingan huddle while executing this seblak crackers.” replied Husna grabbed the crackers they had bought in the cafeteria and ate them.

“Num, you so do not participate in the poetry race?”, Nia divert the conversation.

“ Insyaa Allah, yesterday Bu Fatimah called me to participate in the selection first at the school level, he said the best new will be a messenger to the Regency level.”My answer.

Ms. Fatimah is our homeroom teacher and I happen to be Husna and Nia one class in class VIII-A and we have also been living in dorms since class VII.

Towards the end of this school year we will send the best students representing the school to participate in various competitions held by the Indonesian student association one of the universities in our city.

“So dong, said Ms. Fatimah I was cool if again telling her so it is mandatory to join the race,” answered Nia with her champion.

“Chh....keren, because you are the queen of drama,” interrupted Husna, ending with the laughter of the three of us.

“Udah ah, I want to fall asleep, time to change the national clothes,” Nia passed to the closet to pick up her nightgown.

“Num, borrow instant veil yes, got me washed all.”

“ Just take it in the top cupboard,” I replied.

I forgot that I was hiding something in my closet and immediately remembered the letter.

‘Eh..Ni, wait let me take it,” I ran almost half screaming.

And ...slowly Nia had pulled the bottom veil and pluk...Suddenly an amplof fell and was immediately taken by Nia.

“Back Ni, it's mine,”.

“What is this, hey this is a letter, a letter for you?,” asked Nia.

“Siniin ih it's got me, don't open", I panicked because Nia instead raised the hand holding the letter up high, she ran carrying the letter without caring about my shout.

“ckckckck....to; Shanun Najua Azzahra, ciee......you got Num's love letter, from whom?

Why don't you say the same to us?”, Nia keeps running away from my pursuit.

“Husna, catch!” Nia throws the letter to Husna.

‘Cie..cie..cie, finally a Shanum dapet fan too,” taunted Husna while continuing to look at that amplof.

“Siniin atlah, do not open I am ashamed,” beg me to Husna

“Why should be ashamed Num, among the three of us only you who have never received a love letter, now there are those who send you a love letter, Thank God after so many full moon finally my best friend sells too, too, hahaha..”, sneered at Husna as she flicked the letter into his face.

“But I'm ashamed, I don't want anyone else to know,” I replied

“Shanum Najua Azzahra!", Nia said my name is complete, usually she is like that if she is in upset mode.

"Why should you be ashamed? we've been in a long position since the VIIth grade, everything I've experienced I've always been open to you, when Brother Shakti sent me a love letter, I'll tell you the same story, too, when I first experienced my period I also told the same story you, we are friends or maybe you do not think we are friends huh?", urged Nia to me.

Ayatul Husna AlFarisi or familiar to Husna and Tanzil Tanzania Gunawan who is familiarly called Nia is a close friend of mine since entering this blue white school and living in a dormitory far from my family.

From the beginning they helped me in everything, we went through an uncomfortable time together when we first stayed in the dorm until now two years passed our friendship was getting closer and closer like there was nothing hidden between us, anything is always told.

Including me who is often confused because of envy has never received a love letter from the opposite sex.

The two of them had already received love letters from the upperclassmen, they were both very sweet and friendly, easy to get along with and nice to chat with , while if I am not busy with schoolwork and organizational activities sometimes more fun with my own world.

Making me mojok myself while reading a novel is a simple refreshing but able to change the mood better.

“But I don't know what to do now?” I said shirk to them.

“Iya so if there is nothing you share the same we so we can help, we also fit first time dapet love letter deg-degan lo, but at the ends of the seneng will finally feel also the love of the monkey hihihi..” continued Husna while giggling, feeling amused by the expression of monkey love.

“Ya open yes, open ... can yes, can?” Ask Husna again.

“But you guys don't ngetawain ya,” my door.

“Iya.iya... our time ngetawain, which there we also seneng finally your turn dapet love letter.” Husna

“Eh...betewe this from who the hell?”, Husna and Nia increasingly curious

And jreng….

“Hah…. Akhtar Farzan Wijaya", their eyes round and half shouting the name of the sender of the letter.