Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Pursue me, you I stay

#Night before#

The call from Agam, as well as the man's intention and purpose of contacting Yasir left a question in mind. On the basis of curiosity, Yasir asked about Agam to Jena, and the woman's expression upon hearing Agam's name added to the curiosity in his mind.

"So, do you know Agam?", asked Yasir.

"No! ah, yes!", Jena stuttered. Intention to escape from the past story, Jena already they are about to take themselves after the task as a volunteer is over.

Yasir took a seat, at that time Jena was boiling water in the kitchen postco, the bitter and sweet taste of coffee really can not be missed.

"Sorry Naira, if I presumptuously want to know more about you. Now that you've joined us, at least I should know who you are, where you came from. And looking at your luggage, I'm sure you must be running away from home", Yasir's pair of eagle eyes stared at Jena's bowed face. Even from the body language that was being seen, Yasir could make sure Jena was being cornered by the question he was asking.

The lady with the ponytail hair raised her face"I'll break away from you after this disaster is over."

Yes, the water depth is getting lower, slowly the residents in the refugee camp began to clean the house and prepare to return to their residence.

The transregional road began to dry up, the waterway began to be quiet because the bus line was safely controlled. If, it is necessary to open his identity in front of Yasir, then Jena will be forced to leave the group. Either return to the city of origin, or continue back to the next city, the city with the name Earth hull mangkurat.

Brewing coffee without saying another word, Jena seemed to re-establish distance to anyone who wanted to get to know her better. This attitude was very much different from him who had spent several days with the group chaired by Yasir, as soon as the man realized, the real figure of a Naira he knew was very closed.

"Where would you like to escape from us?", he asked as if he knew Jena who was losing his way.

Staring at Yasir at a glance, then sipping instant coffee that he held tightly, the air slowly biting on the skin, the glass filled with warm coffee really delicious in a tight grip.

"I'll go back to my family" he said.

"really? from Agam, I found out that you didn't want to see your family", a little bit of a smile"To be precise, you're running away from home, right?", the man flaunted his row of white teeth in front of Jena. The shady face looked quite handsome, but did not even tickle the little heart of Jena to just return the little smile of a Yasir.

"You're insinuating me."

As soon as a Yasir's laughter broke"Hahaha, it turns out that you are very fierce, Jenaira."

The woman then turned her head and looked at Yasir fixedly"You already know my identity, why do you ask if you already know the answer", he said a little high-pitched.

The grown man laughed again"Gam asked about the woman named Jenaira, and the photo she showed me was clearly you. After I thought it turns out that you trimmed your name from Jenaira to Naira, there must be a special purpose for you to disguise your name. Also about the big suitcase you brought with us, if not run away from home, why armed with a big suitcase if for just a walk through the city."

A fairly mature age, maybe that's the reason a Yasir guessed correctly the way of life that Jena was living. Ah, not really, just assume this sensitive Yasir has detective souls until his conjecture of Jena is right with the reality.

Trying to divert the chatter, Jena idly asks about Agam to him.

"It's too long you know Agam", it feels awkward, this is the first time Jena asked about the snotty boy who is so considerate to Jena.

Yasir fixed his seat, the sound of the humble frogs became the rhythm of their chatter in the post office kitchen"For a long time, my father was a teacher at the Al-jannah boarding school, and since adolescence Agam became a santri at the cottage if Ramadan arrived. Our age is far away but his maturity keeps us close."

"So you mean, he's a man with mature thoughts?."

The man nodded"Hem, he is also a gentle and considerate man."

"Oh" Jena said briefly.

Returning to the things that he wanted to know, Yasir again asked about the way of life of a Jena.

"I'm just a kid that my parents don't want."

The word that was thrown, touching the heart to make him grimace"No parent who does not want Jena's child."

"Can you just call me Naira, I feel more comfortable with that name."

"Oh, fine", Yasir said.

Jena continued her words"You judged me without seeing how my parents treated me."

Restoring your hair and putting the pecans back on"Are you suffering so much?."

"Very!!", insisted Jena.

Yasir nodded his head"Lantas, is that why you left the house?."

"Not really. Since childhood, I've been used to injustice in our family."

"Only, considering me an unlucky carrier, wanting to distance myself from my two brothers, a frozen heart can hurt" put a coffee cup, the women's fingers clutched together. Again, Yasir sees body language distressed at Jena.

Yasir then widened both eyes"hah! in modern times there is still a break married because of arranged marriage? hey, we who live within the scope of the pesantren no longer do that. If one of the bride-to-be refuses the wedding, then the marriage will not be forced to happen."

"Fortunately you who live in pesantren but still have freedom in choosing" said Jena. Look at the eyes looking straight ahead, if only it happened to him. There was a sigh from him, then scooped breath after a hunk of heart that felt tight in there.

"So, the story is you're running away from an arranged marriage."

Jena shook her head" I thought not really, it just so happened that the man was obsessed with me. The mother who wanted to separate me and my two brothers then urged me to accept her proposal. Later I found out, the insistence that my two brothers be relieved, feel safe finally there is someone who takes care and accompanies me. So the focal point of the two of them came back just to pay attention to my mother."

Again Yasir laughed, and this time the laughter sounded very crunchy"Hahahaha, it's funny that your mother is. So, he's jealous of you".

Jena responded with a bitter smile.

Satisfied with laughing, Yasir remained silent for a moment. As if you were thinking until you finally spoke"If not with that man, would you be free from your mother's jealousy?."

"So my mom was so excited when she found out someone was proposing to me."

"What if you choose to marry your beloved man only. Frankly, you're so beautiful Naira, it's impossible not to have someone who's right for you."

Jena looked at Yasir with both eyes squeaking"You mean girlfriend?."

The man nodded back.

"Hey, isn't there no courtship within the scope of the pesantren!", Jena rebuked.

"Ck! I speak so from the point of view of your life. Not mean to judge badly about yourself, regardless of the life of boarding school, generally beautiful women must have a partner is not."

Jena quickly dismissed Yasir's assumption.

"So you really don't have a partner?."

"Yes", he said as he enjoyed his coffee again.

"Marry Agam."

"Yur!!!", Jena spouted the coffee she was about to gulp. Coughing Jena looking for a gap to breathe well.

"Nai!!!, are you alright!!", the man almost patted Jena's back who was slightly down. But urung because Jena re-enforce themselves while patting the chest.

"I'm choking, is that okay for you?!" he hissed at last after things got better.

Really, this man in front of Jena was very fond of laughing. Like this time, Yasir laughed again with rows of teeth looking real"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be so surprised."

"But I'm not kidding, you'll be happy if you marry Agam. She likes you, I never really heard her vibrating voice when I asked a woman."

As if at a loss for words, Jena looked at Yasir with an indecipherable look.

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Drove with certainty, a little more distance that separates will disappear. Rio was very excited to pass through the streets down and up even though it was paved, winding like a long dragon snake that was said to be an ancestor in ancient times. After passing through the winding streets, Rio was now resting in a food stall. Driving long enough to make worms in the stomach shahdu. Enjoying the food voraciously, the man was very impatient to immediately make sure the woman in the video.40 minutes spent eating and resting, Rio again spurred his car to split the transregional street.

Elsewhere, the car carrying Gibran and Arkan also drove at high speed. Alternately carrying a car, Arkan and Gibran are also very excited because the longing has been very heavy burdening their hearts.

"Well, would Jena be happy or angry when she meets us?."

"Once you know, you've obviously prepared your forehead."

One of Gibran's thick eyebrows swooped up"Why with my forehead bang?."

"Did you forget, your sweet kaka was very fond of floating his palm to your forehead," Arkan said with a mischievous smile.

As soon as Gibran held his forehead"Awh!! don't say so bang. Remember, words are prayer, "his protest while shuddering pain. Jena's hands were sore on the forehead, the side effect of the trembling hand attack was able to mengabunkan views, just remembering it made Gibran shake his head.

Arkan laughed, Gibran's behavior made his heart ticklish. As the two brothers huddle towards the runaway town of Jenaira, the woman they seek is sitting on a bus. Together with other volunteer groups Jena will soon return to the original city.

To be continued....

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