Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

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The universe was momentarily silent, the originally blue sky was now turned into ash. In Gibran's haste to help Jena pack the suitcase, as quickly as possible Jena must leave the residence immediately.

"You, go wherever you are, and you'd better change your phone number. I'm sure you won't be silent when you find out about this action", Gibran's cerocos flanking Jena out of their residence.

"You really want to throw me out", he said in between the dragging steps.

"By your abandonment, also the kindness of your mother. I love you both, seeing you fight makes my heart suffer".

"But___", great-grandson Jena.

"I beg you brother!", the face was mercifully hopeful. Staring at Jena with a glassy bead.

Looking at a face that is often annoying, this time the woman's heart is like a slashed dagger"It's unique how you reveal your love to me the little boy's rancid" he said between tears that were ready to fall at any time.

"Then, would you like to enter my arms for a moment" Gibran's heavy voice trembled.

No doubt, Jena scooped Gibran's tall body in his arms. Make the tall body strapping down to equalize their height. Memories of childhood, when they often joked and joked together, flashed to spur tears away and bathed both cheeks.

"Have a good look after yourself, take note of my number before you change your phone number" he said, wiping Jena's head.

The boy continued to chatter"Remember! you have to tell me".

"Hem, okay", said Jena slowly.

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Time slowly goes by, Adila is riled up when Jena disappears from the beach house. Gibran, who did not want to be suspected, deliberately disappeared from the residence.

Taking a different path, Jena with her matic motor towards the city, while Gibran with a giant step towards the end of the island.

Adila's anger grows when her daughter is out of touch, remembering the messy state of Jena's room, Adila realizes that the princess has again refused her order to marry Rio.

His hands clenched and trembled"Jenaira.

Some time ago, luck was stopping by and saving Jena. The first net saw Adila's car on the street, immediately the woman turned into the mosque area and hid there. Almost they passed each other, I don't know what would happen if Adila who first saw him.

As the shadow of the mother's car slowly drifted away and disappeared, soon Jena continued on her way. Not knowing where to go, Jena who did not have friends felt confused about the direction and purpose.

Remembering the mother who was meticulous in searching, Jena stopped for a moment at the bus stop, coinciding with the arrival of the bus to the city. Without much thought, the motorbike matic was left at the bus stop, while Jena went to continue the journey by bus.

"Sorry, may Gibran find you and take you home with him" he said before leaving the two-wheeler.

Splitting the road at high speed, the family driver Ahmad was scared because Adila continued to grumble in the back seat.

Rutukan and swearing the woman catapulted, of course addressed to Jena, his own daughter. The little heart of the driver was sad, hearing a mother so easily berate and curse at the daughter she gave birth to herself.

"Haish!! what should I say to the Rio family!!?", hissed Adila massaged her forehead.

"Sir Adi, if you were me, what would you do to Jena" she asked the driver.

What a burden, Mr. Adi worried about what to answer like. It is clear that she does not support Adila's actions and attitude towards Jena, however, if she is honest her work may be threatened.

"Sir Adi, I'm asking you", Adila distilled the volume.

"I, I can't comment ma'am", he said at last.

"Ck!", Adila's heartbreaking voice sounded.

"Am I a bad mother in your eyes?".

Mr. Adi swallowed the saliva, the question of this woman's employer made it difficult to breathe.

"Just say Mr. Adi, I won't scold you", urged Adila.

"No ma'am, I don't dare to comment", he repeated.

"Ah, am I scary. I'm just asking, you don't have to sweat that way".

Mr. Adi immediately wiped the sweat on his forehead"Sorry ma'am", he said politely.

Adila is finally quiet, ash! she was really a bad mother.

The driver just listened.

"Up to 7 months of pregnancy I had trouble sleeping, my appetite was very bad. I was still sick and vomiting after 7 months of pregnancy. I was very tormented, but I also wanted it very much", the woman continued to tell stories, and Pak Adi was still loyal as a listener only.

"Until the time to give birth, I almost died because Jena did not come out, I struggled with pain, but Jena seemed reluctant to be born into the world. The boy got stuck in my hip, so I had to give birth to him by cesarean section. Do you know Mr. Adi, I'm very disappointed, since even a baby Jena has made me suffer. Ah no!", errat Adila"He's been making me hard since I was in the womb", she continued.

"But, she's the mother's flesh blood", venturing out, Mr. Adi finally commented.

"Of course she's my flesh and blood, I just didn't expect it to be that hard to conceive until giving birth to her" Adila grumbled again.

"And again, he was born with bad luck".

"Mother", said Mr. Adi very unwilling"That's just a fake fortune teller's boo".

Adila took a breath and threw it rough"Yes, I know. But I think my daughter was born to bring bad luck".

"Look at it now, Rio was so kind, but he rejected it. I have to bear the shame, what should I say when I meet the Rio family later??!".

"Non Jena isn't in love with you like Rio".

"Love will come because it is used to Mr. Adi", said Adila.

"But still love can not be forced, let alone non Jena ever hurt. It must be very difficult for him to return to trust in a man", Adi sir's words slightly touched Adila's heart.

A moment of silence in the car.

Not noticeably, Adila has now been in front of the restaurant.

"Sir Adi, I forced Jena to accept Rio for her happiness", apparently the middle-aged woman was ringing with many words of Mr. Adi.

The old man only nodded with a small smile. Verily, Adila's heart was very hard beyond the hardness of the stone.

Long time enjoying the trip, Jena did not get off the bus until the last stop. The bus driver asked Jena for his destination, but the woman only smiled bitterly.

"Miss, don't you have a purpose?", asked the gentle driver. The old face reminded Jena of the grandfather, the angelic-hearted old man whom she longed for so much.

Nodding resignedly, Jena really did not know where she was going.

"Are you in trouble?", asked the driver.

"Yes", said Jena"I ran away from home", he continued.

"Ah, run away from home huh. Maybe you can meet your best friend?".

"I don't have any friends".

"A believable sibling?".

"They even antagonize me" Jena said.

The driver turned his seat around perfectly to face Jena"Miss, it looks like you're in big trouble. But I don't know how to help you".

Jena was just silent, her brain was completely dead-end.

"Perhaps, you want me to take you to a hotel or an inn" said the driver again.

"I don't know where to go sir, if I have to go to the hotel.Maybe my whereabouts can be tracked by my family", said Jena playing fingers on the lap. The woman was bowed lethargic, as Gibran saw, Jena was like a female tiger who lost fangs after losing the woman who gave birth to her.

Jena's words made the driver scratch his neck, not itchy, only he was really confused what to do.

"Miss, sorry in advance, I didn't mean to kick you out, only soon I had an appointment with someone. This bus has been booked by a group of volunteers".

Jena is really cornered, is the wrong path she has taken? in fact, now he is stuck in an uncertain direction.

To be continued...

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