Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

The men by the beach.

Letting go of the beloved baby, to live and build a household, is indeed a difficult thing for every man as tough as Kiyai Bahi. Already held as hard as possible, already smiling beautifully, but the tears, still fell on both cheeks.

The heart is enveloped in sadness when releasing Zafirah to volunteer, to treat a broken heart. And the pain of removing Zafirah to live with the man of his choice, it feels very heartbreaking. She was sorry why she married her daughter. However, soon the heresy whispers he throws away, alternating with the belief that Khair, will be much to the happiness of his daughter, instead of himself.

Not a luxury car that drove her, armed with a large suitcase, Zafirah sat hugging her husband's waist, riding a motor matic, to her new residence. And Enda, the boy sat sweetly on the umma's suitcase at the very front, smiling sweetly with a cheerful heart.

"Umma, later umma one room same Enda only yes," the boy's voice broke Zafirah's daydream. Attracting the remnants of the taste that is still left in the boarding school, where he grew up.

"Can't," Zafirah said, Khair has already given an answer.

Through the rearview mirror, Zafirah can see that adorable face pouting"Dad! why is dad always naughty with me! said grandpa, umma will now live with us, it means umma will be closer to Enda."

Khair smiled knots"Lantas, why if umma is closer to Enda?."

"Enda will share a room with umma, sleep with umma," he said chattering with his head twitching.

"Keep, if Enda and umma are one room, whose father is the same? umma or Enda no one wants to sleep with dad?."

Seen, Enda was singing her lips like a duck. Zafirah could not help but laugh, that boy was too cute.

"Enda was tired of sleeping with dad," he said sounding smooth, on the broom of the wind caressing the rough of his face.

"What?" Khair did not hear. Make Enda snort until his nose is sharpened.

"Enda is tired of sleeping with dad!" he exclaimed.

The smile on her husband's face expands, and now the man is back to tease his son"Yes already, the father sleeps in umma's company."

"Can't! umma will sleep with me dad!."

"So, you sleep alone?."

"Come dad! dad is a man. Didn't you say men shouldn't be afraid alone."

"You're also Syailendra's man" this time he called his son's long name. Makes Enda anxious to bite the father's arm, because it sucks. However, he knew they would be in danger if he did so. Frowning, that's all you can do right now.

Zafirah was made to laugh. Peering from the wide shoulders of the husband, the reflection of Enda's funny face in the rearview mirror made him want to slowly pinch both cheeks.

While Khair, the man was holding back the turmoil inside the chest. The tight grip of Zafirah on his waist, made him remember the wife's blushing face when offering herself last night. Ck! Enda really made his father's patience tested right.

Slowly, Khair rubbed for a moment the back of Zafirah's hand on his waist. To Zafirah's surprise, and buried her face on her husband's back. O Allah, that afternoon the cool air accompanied the pace of the matic motor that brought their small family, their faces looked very happy, very cheerful. Also a lump of flesh in the breast, called the heart, each one thanked God the almighty.

"O Allah, thank you for the love of Zafirah's life as my mother" said Enda.

Staring at the blue sky that shaded them, Khair's little heart said"God is all good, the owner of everything, thank you for bringing a gentle angel into my heart that was afraid to love."

And Zafirah, the woman gave thanks so much in the chest, Khair the figure of a man who slowly stole his heart, a warm man who slowly gave a sense of security to himself"Thank God, after a winding journey, you gave me such a gentle, and kind priest."

And still the matter of the room that Zafirah will stay in. You went straight into the father's room, picked up pillows and bolsters, and blankets. Take him to his room to use Zafirah.

Khair looked resignedly, on his empty bed leaping"So, my father slept with only arms, my son Enda?."

You pat her on the forehead"Oh yeah, we only have pillows and bolsters one-on-one."

Then, Zafirah sat on a medium-sized sofa in their living room, the living room is not too big, nor too small"Yes, umma can really sleep here," he joked.

"Can't umma," said Enda like an adult. The boy said he would change their position, Zafirah would sleep in his room, while he was in the living room. O Allah, Khair never expected his son to think about it, he was actually acting like an adult. However, if you think of the reason why God's mind matures, Khair's little heart is pinched, grieving.

"No way!," said Zafirah sulking.

"Take a seat opposite to Zafirah"Umma shares a pillow and blanket with Enda alone. You promised not to pull more blankets, so that umma does not get cold in the morning."

Zafirah glanced at Khair, looking at the look of her husband who smiled resignedly"Well, tonight umma will sleep with Enda," and Khair's face, the more miserable it looks. Both of his eyebrows according to him with a bitter smile, again he was defeated by his own son.

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There are many roads to Rome, maybe that's what the proverb is on the trail of director Han. If Gibran did not come to him, he would gladly come to the precious man.

Occasionally, think of it as working while occasionally on vacation. Director Han glided towards the beach residence, alone, without the driver even once. The first thing he met at the beach residence, is the cafe building that has not yet been inaugurated. Before entering and greeting Gibran, who he believed was at the residence, the director's cerebellum devised a strategy to interest Gibran in joining him.

And Gibran, the man was at the beach residence, enjoying the end of the day on the back porch. Uh! beautiful sky, it is not enough if you just stay on the porch of his house. While carrying a bottle of carbonated drink, Gibran walked along the shore, barefoot.

The tall, mature-skinned man looked at the direction of the voice, and his two bobbed eyes were rounded, finding a famous man in his residence"Director Han! what brought you here," turned the steps back, the intention of walking along the shore he said.

The man's shoulder sniffed, with a smile to Gibran"Of course to meet you."

A wide smile with white rabbit teeth, rising on Gibran's face to make his good looks increased many times. Truly, a masterpiece of the creator that is very dear if in vain, thought director Han.

"Let's go in, director" he said, washing his feet at the end of the porch, then bringing the man in through the back door with him.

Submissively, director Han followed Gibran's steps"A comfortable residence. It is fitting that you are very comfortable living in this residence," he said after seeing the situation inside the Gibran residence.

"Yes, this place is indeed comfortable, director Han," said he opened the refrigerator, offering some drinks for the man.

Looking at that drink..."Is there no alcoholic drink?" asked the old man, probing every drink in the refrigerator.

Smiling bitterly"We did not consume the director's alcoholic drink."

"Oh, well, I'll just take this fizzy drink," he said taking a bottle of the same drink as Gibran.

A very friendly welcome, unlike most people who if he comes, will immediately visit him with a variety of luxurious dishes. From that bottle of soft drink, director Han concluded that Gibran was the man he was. And that, added to his interest in this figure before him.

Hearing the chatter downstairs, Agam went down, thinking Gibran was talking to Khair, but wasn't Khair still in the boarding house?.

Instantly meeting with the eyes, Agam immediately greeted when exploring the floor perfectly"Good afternoon," he said so polite. He slightly bowed his body as he nodded politely to director Han, also smiling, making his two dimples visible.

With black jeans, a loose black T-shirt, Agam's casual appearance steals the attention of director Han. Moreover, his handsome face was handsome, and his heavy voice while speaking, it turned out that this beach residence stored two precious gemstones"Good afternoon, are you roommate Gibran?."

"It can be said that sir, but not only me, my wife also lives in this house" said Agam.

"Wife??," slightly tilted his head, the look in his eyes implying a question.

"Include her brother Jena's husband" eventually, Gibran introduces Agam to director Han.

"And Agam, this is director Han. Great director who had a glance at Jena's work."

The two men introduced themselves to each other, shaking hands.

"Well! I've seen you in a photo, a photo of your wedding with Jena that was covered by journalists. Looking at you directly, I didn't think you were such a handsome man," no doubt, director Han instantly praised Agam's handsome visuals.

"Ah, thank you, director, you're too complimenting" he said with a smile.

Then, the man was brought into the cafe area, and there he expressed his intentions to Gibran. At that time Agam wanted to immediately resign, he remembered his intention to go down was to get coffee for his wife up there.

"Agam, do you intend to be an artist?."

Gibran grinned, the motive of this man is very obvious.

"Oh of course not, I die in style if in front of the camera," a stark rejection. Director Han smiled bitterly at Agam's reply.

He is now focusing on Gibran. He offers a great service, If Gibran wants to act on a short film that he will hope to do next month. He also said that the big profits are waiting for Gibran, which will affect the cafe he will open, a few days after Khair passed the honeymoon period.

"The cafe belongs to a famous artist, I guarantee this cafe will be a destination for many tourists."

"I'm not an artist yet, sir" he smiled.

"Hey, don't cover the odds in plain sight. You are on the rise now, you were born as an artist Gibran, you must accept my offer! that way you'll really become a famous artist."

Seemed to be thinking, but actually Gibran had prepared a rejection to the director. Indeed, if only looking at the appearance, instead of his ability, which has never even acted in front of the camera even though, Gibran is not very confident. He did not want to be stamped as the meaning of the capital look alone, and it seems that director Han is more interested in his charm alone.

"Let me tell my parents first" he reasoned.

Nodding, director Han again gave his business card. I really hope Gibran will give you a satisfactory answer.

While Agam, the man told Jena who was with Gibran at the cafe, the woman's curiosity immediately loomed, until the couple ended as thieves hearing the chatter between Gibran and director Han.

To be continued...

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