Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Arkan who likes to shout Gibran.

...Stop, not everyone wants to laugh with you!!...

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The bus carrying Jena and the group began to speed, sitting in the back seat of Jena staring blankly out the window.

"Come down, you can still go back to her" Zafirah's voice made Jena turn around, looking at the woman perfectly.

"I don't even pitched in line with him" Jena said briefly.

"High your eyes describe sadness, look, the man is still looking at this bus", looking up at the bus window, Zafirah can see Rio's figure moving away.

"It's not like everything you see."

The hooded woman's forehead was ringing"You mean?."

Jena took a breath before starting to tell me"He had long since convinced me of his love, but no matter how good he was, he did not make my heart melt. She's still waiting for me even though she's officially a wife."

Spontaneous staring fixedly at Jena"So you're married?".

"It is more precise that he was married," he said confirming Zafirah's words.

"Oh, it's appropriate that you reject that man.....,"

"I understand what you're saying, but I'm now a widow of Zafirah," again, Zafirah was surprised.

A pair of pretty eyes belonging to Zafirah looked at Jena closely, really this long-spirited woman is very beautiful.

"And even after being widowed, you can't accept that man?."

Jena nodded weakly.

"I was about to give up, I thought marrying her might solve the problems in my life. But after I think about it again, there is no harm if I also want to be happy? instead of thinking about other people's feelings, I also want to keep my own feelings."

"Naira, every human being has the right to be happy, you are no exception."

"Yes! that's why I leave those who impose their will on me, rule my life under the pretext of avoiding the misfortune that accompanies my steps."

Zafirah scooped Jena's body into a hug, can be felt how the body is very frail and very need a place to lean"Lantas, where you are after this trip is finished."

"Come on Zafirah."

Zafirah fell silent, giving her little time to think for a moment.

"I'm sorry if I was presumptuous, what was your last education?."

"I'm a literature graduate."

Increasingly know the identity of a Jena, Zafirah again shocked when he found out the age of the beautiful woman.

"I should have called you brother."

"No, I'm more comfortable if you call me by my name."

"No, Brother Naira, our age is far away."

Jena looked back at Zafirah"Ah, do I look so old?."

Suddenly Zafirah's laughter broke"Hahaha, not so brother Naira, just your youthful face successfully fooled me."

A faint smile rose on Jena's face"You're very good at words."

The two women chuckled together. Back to Jena who lost his direction, terbesit idea in the mind of Zafirah to help the beautiful woman.

You ask again"You really don't have a direction or a purpose?."

While tucking the strands of hair down the earlobe, Jena nodded in response to Zafirah's question.

"Then you come with me first, I'll talk to Abi."

"Hey," Jena tied her two eyebrows together"I, come with you to stay at the boarding school???."

"Huum," nodded Zafirah excitedly.

"Ah, no. I really don't know what to do there."

"You can be Naira's teacher".

"Oh Zafirah, I'm not even experienced as a teacher!, you better forget that idea."

"Try Naira's sister."

"No Zafirahhhhh," exclaimed Jena rejecting the invitation of the big hooded girl.

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"Jena and his entourage have left the city of Mentaya."

"Cekitttt!!!," Gibran who was getting a turn to drive immediately stopped the speed of his car.

"Oy monkey boy!! are you tired of living?" jolted Arkan who fell on the back seat.

"Sorry bang," he let out a heavy breath.

"You why?? tired of? if you're tired, I'll replace you with this car."

Instead of answering Arkan's question, Gibran offered his phone to his brother. Arkan who saw the message from Agam suddenly swept his hair rough.

"Kh!!! we're late for waiting for you to get ready," with a frown, Arkan stared intently into Gibran's eyes.

Not avert the eyes, Gibran returned the gaze of Arkan no less sharp"Abang not a cross first before leaving here. Oh!!! we're just wasting time!."

Back, a bottle of mineral drink landed hard on Gibran's head"Thin' boy, you turned me on, huh???, what if I put you down here?."

As soon as the rabbit-toothed man's guts shrieked"Abang~~~~ do you have the heart to do that?," great-grandson Gibran held onto a pulsating head.

"I'd even trade you for a gallon of fuel if this car ran out of fuel" Arkan said.

Arkan's scathing speech really makes a pair of Gibran boba eyeballs almost jump"Abang! it's so meaningless of me!."

"You're troublesome, as well as god-level nagging. I'd appreciate you a little bit if I was being sweet."

With teary eyes Gibran throws a threat at Arkan"I'll report this to you."

The tip of Arkan's eyes glanced at Gibran lazily"Ya~~~just report it to your dear mama. Did you forget who always hurt your sister, ah!! I forgot that you're the one who kicked Jena out of the beach house."

Losing, Gibran was like a fall and hit by a ladder. Arkan's attack really pierced to the heart, swallowing saliva was heavy let alone say the word to back defend themselves.

The bongsor-bodied bungsu fell silent with a bent face. His lower lips pout with both eyebrows down sadly.

"Cekrek", Arkan's device captured the sad face perfectly.

"Bang!!! you're so mean, why are you photographing me when you're sad, so quickly you delete that embarrassing photo" the protest tried to grab the device in Arkan's hand.

Though both muscular, this time Arkan was able to fend off Gibran's hand in one stroke" You have no right to forbid me from doing anything, including photographing that pitiful face. Now you're out."

The look on Gibran's face was getting worse"Bang Arkan!!!," the screech didn't budge from its place.

"Otherwise Gibran!!! and what's with your expression??? I just told you to get out of this car. Go, you almost cried."

"Of course I'm gonna cry, you told me to come down to leave me on this street right."

"Hahahahha," Arkan laughed loudly"Basan boy, you're crying. I told you to come down to move to the back seat. Let me take this car now."

"Oh, so what brother will drive?" asked Gibran innocently.

"Lantas???, or maybe you're willing to leave me on this street?."

"Bang!!! don't you ever do that. I'm really going to report your attitude to mom. I'm not kidding, bang" Gibran threatened to return while getting out of the car.

"You're talking too much."

As Gibran descended, Arkan quickly jumped into the front seat. Locking the door with a big laugh.

"Cretek!!," Gibran failed to open the passenger door.

"Bang Arkan," he said.

The car slowly drove.

"Bang!!!," jolted Gibran"Tok tok!!!, bang don't joke!," cried Gibran knocking on the windshield.

Arkan as if deaf, the man in the car chuckled at Gibran screaming out there. Still driving but at a slow pace, Arkan had no intention of opening the door for Gibran.

Snuffling, with emotions soaring up"Bang Arkan!!!!! open the door!!," Gibran's shout echoed in the middle of the transregional road.

To be continued...

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