Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

The existence of Jena

Ringing and vibrating the phone on the nightstand, the contact makes both Arkan eyes that were originally closed are now open. Lazily the man grabbed the device, his body was very tired, especially the mind and burden in the chest. The foreign number on the phone screen makes Arkan squint, receive the call without first making a sound, that's how Arkan receives foreign number calls that enter his net.

"Hello.", the voice of a man on the other end.

"Yes?", said Arkan doubtful. Not without reason she behaved like that, lately there are female coworkers who are so determined to approach her. As if forgetting her identity as a woman, the co-worker pursues and seeks Arkan's attention without knowing shame.

"What is this about Arkan's brother?", asked the man.

"Yes, I'm alone."

"Ah, look, I know the whereabouts of the woman you're looking for."

The tired body was immediately excited again, rising from the lying position Arkan took a seat and leaned on the shoulder of the bed"Really??? where's where??."

"But.", the voice sounded doubtful.

"But why?? do you need a reward?? I'll give you whatever you ask as long as you share information about the woman", do not want to fail to find the sister, Arkan did not hesitate even though it had to pay a heavy price.

"I'm sorry Arkan's brother, I actually want to help you without pay. But, my grandfather is sick now, and indeed I am in need of money", whether it is true that the grandfather is sick, or just the wits of someone at the end of the phone. Arkan was immediately willing to give some money to the caller.

"Let's meet, I'll give you the money you need" he immediately got up. While grabbing the jacket draped on the single sofa"Say the woman is where?."

"You can just send the money to my account number, and I'll tell you where the woman is. I was desperate, my grandfather was waiting for me in the hospital", sounding sincere, Arkan then asked the caller to send his account number.

"I'll actually send you money, and I hope you're not fooling me. I could've tracked you down and arrested you if I cheated" he said back carefully.

"I swear, I will not cheat on you. If only my snort health was fine, I would sincerely deliver you to where the woman is", the voice on the other end sounded weak, Arkan was pitying, he said, maybe it's true that the caller's grandfather is sick right now.

Not wanting to beat around the bush, Arkan immediately transfers the amount of money the caller wants and gets information about his little sister.

As the night crept up, past its peak and slowly met the early morning, a dimpled man was asking the creator.

"O Allah, if he is my soul mate, bring us closer. If he is not my soul mate then destroy the love in this heart", he murmured softly.

The same prayer Zafirah skipped a few weeks ago, when Agam gave a signal of rejection of his love. And now, in the midst of despair, with the resignation of Agam also gave the same prayer to the creator, how broken and hurt, such is the pain that Zafirah felt when he got rejection from him.

Early in the morning at Gibran's residence, the presence of the brother made Gibran turn his face. How not, blaming himself for the loss of the brother, as the youngest child of the spoiled soul Gibran is not lost even though he has grown up. Frowning under the covers, Arkan and Gibran pulled each other over the blankets that morning.

"Huh, stop! I'll go alone" Arkan finally said. Although both of them are large, the youngest is stronger and survive to pull the blanket so as not to be scattered and appear before Arkan.

Still silent, Gibran ignored Arkan's words.

Staring at the body behind the blankets that are still silent, Arkan did not run out of sense so that the brother moved from his hiding place.

"Shelf!", Arkan's words succeeded in getting Gibran out of the blanket.

"Abang has found Jena's sister!?."

"Hem", Arkan said briefly.

"You, want to stay under the covers or come with me to pick her up??!."

While getting out of bed"What kind of question is a bang, obviously I should come with you. Really, I miss Jena very much", her babble was looking for clothes for her to wear immediately.

Both Arkan's hands are folded over his chest"Minimal, you should take a bath first Gibran."

"no need. We must leave immediately", he said, continuing the activity of changing clothes.

"At least you should wash your face."

"No need, you'll lose competitiveness if I wash my face. This time I will give up on you bang, for once only the predicate of a handsome man I leave to you."

"Pletok!!", a bottle of mineral water floated and landed beautifully on Gibran's head.

"Abang!!, sakiittt", yoked the youngest grimacing in pain.

Arkan grieves"Cih! I thought your brain and head were numb. It's like you're just a handsome guy on the face of the earth. I told you to take a shower so as not to cause unpleasant odors in the car later. You know, I can't stand the stinking smell of your swallow's saliva" said Arkan.

Instantly Gibran pulled himself in front of the mirror, and sure enough, the stain of the saliva was beautifully painted on both cheeks.

"Hehehe" he chuckled while playing both thick eyebrows at Arkan.

"Wash your face!!", jolted Arkan.

Gibran's grumpy face turned sour"Alright!!!, hisss, no brother Jena, it was you who replaced him as a grumpy man in this house", his grunts passed towards the bathroom.

When the two brothers were preparing to pick up Jena, another thing with Agam. After the dawn prayer, Agam saw Yasir's post on social media with a blue bird symbol. How shocked she was, Jena was present with Yazir and Zafirah in the post. The woman looked beautiful, smiling broadly wearing the large scarf she bought while shopping with Agam the other day.

"Subhanallah, what a beautiful creature of your creation, O Allah", murmured Agam with a great rustling heart. A day of trembling, great thumping gazes at the smile that rarely rises on the face of the woman of his dreams.

Without waiting for a long time, Agam immediately contacted Yasir's number. Frequently stop by and spend time in the boarding school Al-jannah, making Agam know and make friends with the residents of the boarding school. Yasir was one of the general personnel at the boarding school, having long devoted himself there with his father, Agam was not surprised to learn that it was Yasir who led the volunteer group. Saying overtime, patient and fond of charity, it is appropriate that Yazir who is in the daulat became the leader of a volunteer group from the Al-jannah boarding school owned by the Bahi kyai.

To be continued...

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