Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Life meditation.

The sky shimmered leaving the orange, slowly creeping up to pick up the night. There was a sound in the distance, the chanting of the Adhan from the roadside mosque. As the call reverberated, the heart was asked of the creator.

"Lord, how powerful did you create me? I was so discouraged, this ordeal for the sake of trial almost took away the sanity of my soul".

"Neng Jena! maghrib, quickly go home. It's not good to linger on the beach until this night".

"Yes sir", Jena said so briefly. The fisherman left the woman. A little running around, the fisherman was in a hurry when the iqomah began to sound.

Jena looked at the old back until it had perfectly disappeared, on the paved streets of several neighbors also headed for the same place, the mushola.

The two chocolate beads were just a head, not the slightest desire to step with them.

Climbing the cold sand of the beach, the small foot finally reached the back porch of his residence. At that time Gibran just came from the city, look rushed the sister threw the car keys to the sofa just like that.

"What are you after?".

"You pray brother".

Jena is just ber Oh.

Sitting on the steps, Gibran returned down with his prayer mat on his shoulder.

"Already iqomah, you will be late if you pray in mushola".

"Better late than not at all".

I want it to feel like the woman pulled Gibran's head, baby must be pared because the boy's steps shot very quickly.

"You offended me??", hissed Jena looked at her younger brother who was moving away.

The atmosphere became silent, suddenly the little heart asked"When was the last time you prayed Jena?".

Living in hatred of both parents, living in hatred of relatives, Jena only realized she was very far away with the creator. Remembering Agam, who said he liked to listen to the chanting of the holy Quran, Jena confirmed it. Lately he has often done the same thing, will his life gradually improve if he returns to rest before the creator??

Long the woman sat down on the steps, contemplating the path of life filled with sharp pebbles. Remember Adila's rant, or should she just get married for everyone to be happy?.

For a moment, the feeling of emptiness slowly almost and lodged in the heart and soul. No matter how much work he has put out, no matter how much time he spends doing his dream profession, true happiness still feels far from his life. Is he greedy? at a time when Tiara was so jealous of his career, in fact now Jena feels the purpose of his life is not visible.

What it will be, what it will be like, it is not even vague rather than real in his mind. The woman was in a state of indecision, a fragile soul began to lose its way, looking for happiness that did not come.

"Are you really going on hiatus?", a message that Salman sent this afternoon was reopened.

"Tante Ane is awake, but you better not meet her first. Just like mother, aunt was also consumed by om Tian's play", her chest tightened again when she read a short message from Arkan.

"So, why don't you ever take my calls again? I just want to hear your voice", Rio, the stubborn, unyielding man fighting for his love.

"Tring", a new message caught Jena's attention.

"If you're tired, get some rest. If you want to entertain yourself just call me", the snot boy who had disturbed the heart sent a message.

The gate was placed on the stairs, Jena felt she did not have to reply to the message from Agam.

"I'm hungry, are you cooking something?", Gibran came without saying a greeting, making Jena look up to hear the question the boy was asking.

"Where are you from?".

"Don't you already know that I went to mushola, you haven't even gotten off that ladder yet".

"You are from the house of the Lord, you should have behaved better when you returned to your own dwelling. As if you forgot the custom of entering the house", said Jena.

The row of rabbit teeth was upset, Gibran smiled broadly while stepping back behind the door"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh", he said repeating the scene entering the house while saying hello.

"Waalaikumsalam", Jena said briefly.

"Oh my beautiful sister Jena, are you cooking something? your handsome brother is already hungry", Gibran said with a seductive face. Really, the man's forehead was very tempting for boxing, if only their distance was very close, Jena would have landed a raw bogem there.

"Walk 5 steps to the side, there is a big mirror. Pandangi your annoying face that is laughing, you will know how nauseous my stomach is when I see that".

"What care? ck!", he said grimacing.

Not wanting to argue, Gibran dragged a step towards the kitchen.

"I want a spicy, very spicy dish".

Gibran looked at Jena with a frown"You told me to cook".

"Wantas? what do you want to feed me with?".

"Don't you just say ignore yourself, why all of a sudden you're asking me to make a dish for you" he pretended to be gluttonous. It was rare for Jena to ask him for something, the little heart inside was delighted when the elder sister asked him to cook.

Jena was just silent, staring straight at the translucent window into the paved street.

"Kak Jena!", Gibran's jolt breaks Jena's daydream.

"I'm hungry, since yesterday I only ate breadcrumbs" said Jena slowly.

Recalling yesterday's events, Gibran ran out of words.Jena continued to shut himself up since being hit by the woman who gave birth to them, the woman was seen returning as she rushed to go mushola.

"How spicy?".

"It was so spicy, that I forgot the sweet taste".

"Wouldn't that hurt your tongue?".

"I have to get used to the pain" Jena slowly said.

Gibran held the spatula tightly, the veins on his arms protruding, his face looking down at the fire stove he had lit. Had it not been Adila, Gibran might have hurt anyone who hurt Jenaira.

The string was lit, followed by a ringtone with Salman's name on the screen.

"Call me when your meal is done" said Jena up the stairs and immediately headed upstairs.

"Hemm", said the sister staring at Jena at a glance.

After some time, Gibran has finished concocting and cooking their dinner dishes. Upstairs, Jena was still talking with the headmaster.

"Before you, Kirana had already applied for leave".

"Kirana's taking a leave of absence? isn't she a hard-working girl, even though her work doesn't always produce good results" Jena said.

A smile was engraved on Salman's face, the man smiled because Jena rarely expressed his frustration"Kirana took leave for the village, her village was flooded".

Both of Jena's eyebrows are tied up"Well he has a lot of supplies, his family must be in desperate need of help".

Salman chuckled"You, didn't you sound upset a few seconds ago when you talked about it, and now, you sound worried about how he is, his family".

Jena bit her lips, Kirana's news really made her worried. Although it sucks, Kirana is a very good partner to him. Despite her mistake of accepting bribes from the God family, it was with the girl that Jena climbed the career ladder. When Jena found out Kirana had been paid to persuade her to give up her plagiarism case, Jena thought, surely the bribe was for the needs of her family in the village.

"Jena", call Salman on the other end of the phone.

Salman's heavy voice resuscitated Jena from the daydream.

"Yes", he said briefly.

"You're really going on hiatus?".

"Yes, I want to rest some time. Did I get permission?", he asked again.

"Of course", Salman said at the other end.

To be continued...

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