Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Old wounds

Taking a seat in a garden chair, Agam again accompanied the mother to attend a routine study at the Al-jannah boarding school. Not far from sight, TPA children are lined up waiting their turn to salim the teacher taught them. As usual, when the study will start soon, the time for the children to go home has arrived. A woman wearing a gray hood was chatting with the children, he was Zafirah, the son of Pak kiyai who was also a teacher at the boarding school.

After driving the children to the bus that will take them home, Zafirah who saw the presence of Agam in the park there immediately approached him.

" Bang Agam, why don't you come in"

" I want to enjoy the fresh breeze here"

" You want to be accompanied?"

Agam shook his head" No need, it would be a slander if we were too often alone. Even though you're my sister but everyone knows we don't have blood ties"

Like lightning in the afternoon, those words struck and grieved Zafirah's heart. This was the first time Agam had behaved so to her, not as usual who had always been sweet.

Instead of going to the hall to attend the recitation, Zafirah took a seat near Agam" Did I make a mistake? why is your attitude suddenly different?"

A little pull away from Zafirah" You didn't make a mistake, we're both better grown-ups from now on we keep our distance. It's not good for two people of different types if it's too close like we've been all this time"

" Bang Agam, have you felt like you understand me enough?"

At a glance Agam stared at Zafirah" Understanding in what way?" a moment later Agam turned his eyes to the young men who started to come down from their dormitory, it seemed like they were going to play basketball in the middle of the court.

Zafirah poked his lips, his tongue felt like a joke to say everything in his heart. Too long waiting makes Zafirah lose patience.

" Bang Agam, I want you to mel__"

" Safs!!!" yelled Agam at one of the sons' students" Can you join me?"

" Come bang!" the young men in the middle of the field shouted back, they were happy to receive the presence of Agam. The man is also good at playing basketball, a challenge for them to be able to score from him.

Immediately stand up Agam pulled the zipper on the jacket he was wearing down" You go straight into the hall, I want to play basketball with them" without waiting for an answer to his words Agam immediately resigned from the presence of Zafirah.

" I want you to propose to me" her inner self continued the severed word. The woman could only look down at Agam's back, which was moving away" Are you avoiding me now?" guman asked.

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At the beach house Jena again clashed with Kirana, a deranged editor who kept forcing her to apologize.

" He had the original script before typing it up and handing it over to the editor"

Supporting her face with both hands, Jena held Kirana's chattering while taking her eyes off to the vast sea" How many times do I have to ask, just meet us then this matter will be finished"

" He insists on not wanting to meet, Jena's schedule is very congested"

The woman took off the reading glasses that had been perched on her nose" If she couldn't come to see me then I would be happy to come see her, every problem there must be a way out of Kirana. After all, didn't you support me the other day? you said you weren't sure I'd do plagiarism like the one people accused me of, were you?" now he had turned his body sideways, facing directly against Kirana who was sitting on a round chair.

" But.., he has very strong evidence of Jena. The scribble before the script was actually made was on him. He had the material before putting the script together until it became a novel"

" Did you see it?"

" Yes"

" Did he send you a picture? show me" his hand stuck out asking for evidence.

" I don't have a picture of him, we communicated via video call and that's when he showed me the evidence"

Jena pulls Kirana's body, looking for the whereabouts of her editor's device that she finds in the pocket in her jacket.

" What do you want??"

" Play a video call with him, quickly do just that!"

" He doesn't want to see you Jena"

" I'm going to get away from you, I want to know who the loser is" he said trying to reach the device that Kirana took back from him.

Seemed doubtful Kirana was looking for the author's name from her cell phone contacts" Jena I don't think this will help"

" Honestly, Kirana, are you in cahoots with her?" the accusation could no longer be hidden. The way Kirana handled this matter seemed slow, Jena was not even allowed to meet the author, it was not very ridiculous.

" It's not so Jena, he's...."

Footsteps bring Jena closer to Kirana, eyes as sharp as a dagger as if skinning Kirana the editor.

" Ka____you, stop Jena. Highlight your eyes is so scary"

" Hurry and call the author, or I'll sue you for your insolence in taking care of my problems"

Jena's threat makes Kirana confused, a video call on the author's number occurs. Without waiting for a long time the author received the video call.

" Will I apologize?"

Jena took the device in Kirana's hands, until her face was directly fixed to the face of the author who acknowledged her work.

" You're the writer!!!" jena's jolt pointed right in front of the face that she really didn't want to meet.

Video call disconnected. Jena returned to make the call but the number was no longer able to be contacted.

His eyes turned to Kirana" You know who she is?"

" That's why I can't do much. You know the power of the God family, I'm just an editor who wants to live a quiet and peaceful life. If you let go of that work then our problem will be solved"

" You are so outrageous Kirana, you know very well how she hurt me, ruined my life, after seizing my husband you let her take my work???! you really let me down Kirana!!!"

" Go away from here, I will report this to Mr. Salman. From this moment on you're no longer my editor" Kirana's frail body was forced.

" Jena___" her great-grandson tried to hang in there.

" Stay away from me Kirana, you should have told me from the beginning that the writer was Tiara. You should have said it if you didn't want to take this matter with me"

" I don't want to bear this matter with you Jena, your former in-laws asked me to persuade you to make peace. He wanted the work to be known for the work of his son-in-law Tiara, famous since the rating of the work soared" Kirana finally spoke, but it was too late for Jena.

" Theft, you're no different than a thief's accomplice. Ah, I just remembered. Is the evidence you're saying the manuscript material written in a red binder??"

Kirana nodded.

Jena let out a rough breath, so the binder was on her. Formerly the binder where Jena pours out all the ideas to make a novel, he had long sought the existence of the binder was not expected now in the hands of Tiara.

With slow steps Kirana went from the residence Jena, when she was about to turn on the car Jena was seen coming out of his residence. Kirana thinks Jena will come to her, but she guesses wrong. The woman pulled the key out of her backpack, pulled her motor matic and seemed indifferent to passing Kirana.

" Where are you going, Jena?"

Her hair is sagging, the touch of wind makes her long hair dance" It's none of your business, hurry home. Look at that cloudy sky, I just said a prayer to God, lest the prayer be completely renewed" she tidied her hair before wearing a helmet.

" What prayer are you offering?"

" I ask God that you die in a lightning strike, soon the rain will come, so hurry you get out of here if you don't want to get scorched by lightning" he said, looking back, get on the motor and start it.

Both of Kirana's eyeballs were rounded, this woman before her was extremely frightening. He had not had time to defend himself Jena had gone first with his favorite motorcycle.

Kirana remembered something, many said that the prayer of the persecuted man was fast in the ijabah, considering the position of Jena who again became a victim of the cruelty of the God family, making her heart beat fast. Not wanting a Jena prayer to actually happen Kirana immediately got into the car and left the place.

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Rain first fell in the other hemisphere, more precisely in the Al-jannah boarding school. Agam who had been bathed in sweat did not heed the rain at that time, as well as the young opponents playing.

They continued the game until the evening. Running around dribbling the ball, Agam seemed happy to spend time with them.

The hour has shown at 5 pm, the study in the hall is over. The pilgrims who have cars choose to go home directly because the rain is not so heavy, still leaving some pilgrims who are reluctant to break through the rain they also choose to wait while chatting together. Among the waiting pilgrims was Arabella who was talking with Zafirah, the girl accompanied Arabella sitting on a chair while watching Agam and the santri playing in the rain.

" Does auntie want to come with Zafirah into the dormitory? Zafirah will brew warm tea for aunty"

" No need Firah, om Afdillah is waiting for us at home" he said to remember the husband who had given news of his return.

" Oh well auntie, Zafirah will accompany aunty waiting for Agam here only" the girl gently rubbed the back do not Arabella, the usual thing he did to Agam's mother.

Realizing that there were already pilgrims who left the pesantren, Agam ended the activity of playing basketball. Like a child he ran in the rain towards the car. Take the umbrella that is always available there and immediately go to the mother.

" Would you like to go home now?"

" Of course, your father is home. You, so happy to play with them, that you forgot your mother"

" Come on my beautiful round, as your beauty grows. Have pity on this son of yours who will get drunker because of your beauty"

Zafirah laughed, Agam is indeed good at making Arabella not so angry.

" You see it's Zafirah, he's so good at teasing aunts, I don't know how many kilograms of sugar he eats every day that his words are always sweet like this"

" Don't be too sweet bang, later diabetes "regar Zafirah unravels a smile. That smile was indeed sweet but not sweeter than Jena's smile that was rarely seen.

" Hehehe, alright, I will eat more sour fruit, so that you feel wry and sour-faced as I speak"

Arabella pinches gently on the son's arm, making his wet white skin look a little reddened" If the face is sour then the mother's beauty will be lost"

" Of course not, you're always beautiful under any circumstances"

The praise made Zafirah very envious of Arabella, she had a child who was very affectionate and considerate to her. The figure of an Agam is very rarely encountered, how the heart of a Zafirah is not weak if with the mother only she likes to flirt. Moreover, someday he met his soul mate, Agam must pamper and love the lucky woman.

To be continued...

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