Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Panic Angga.

Giving a second chance to a snake that keeps can? what an inevitable folly of an Ane.

"Do you believe that the poison he has will not make you die?."

"Do you believe that his warm embrace will not strangle you until you die?."

Abian was still waiting for his sister-in-law's answer on the other end of the phone. The question he asked, just to remind Ane, Bastian was actually a warm man with a snake spirit.

All this time, secretly, Abian lurked every move of a Tian. Confessing to have separated from Tiara, in fact the man often met secretly with the snake woman.

After the recovery, the former Tiara was just staying at home, asking Jelita to be hired in their company. With a beautiful face, gentle behavior tends to be spoiled, success makes Tiara much liked. In a short period of time, the figure of Tiara transformed into a beauty goddess who always managed to raise the sales rating of beauty products belonging to the family of God.

How proud of a Jelita, when her beautiful daughter-in-law began to be recognized by the public. Not just in the media account alone, the smells got a call on the television show began to smell. Given Tiara's brilliant career, Jelita willingly became the manager of her daughter-in-law. What about the gods? forget the man's feelings! Jelita, the popularity-crazed woman put aside the happiness of her only son. Although often in conflict with the husband who asked for a promise to kick Tiara from their residence, in fact, Bagas was just a melodious whistle that Jelita did not allow.

Returning to Ane, the woman still refused to apologize to Jena.

"My wounds are still bleeding, for now I haven't been able to meet Jena, let alone give her blessing at her wedding."

Sighing, Abian ended the phone call to his sister-in-law.

After talking to Abian, Ane went down to the living room. There, Tian looked serious with work. Staring at the laptop screen while talking to colleagues via the phone, what a picture of a family head who is fully responsible for his small family.

Ane's small steps finally reached beside Tian, immediately put down her phone and turned on the loudspeaker, Tian's large hand stuck out to welcome Ane's presence and pulled the small body into his lap.

"Alright Mr. Charlotte, tomorrow we will meet at the company" Tian said.

Looking transparent, Tian seemed to prove to Ane that there were no more secrets between them. And Ane, although her trust was once tarnished, thanks to Tian's attitude and sincerity, the woman again anchored all her soul to her husband.

"Are you tired? want me to massage?" asked Ane in Tian's lap while gently restoring the man's hair.

Grab Ane's little fingers and kiss her a glance"Enough looking at you, your tiredness has gone, dear."

Slowly hitting the husband's shoulder"You, stop teasing me."

The man laughed, his good looks were real"I'm not teasing you baby, you're everything to me. My spirit, my tired medicine."

Embracing Tian's sturdy body tightly"You're also everything to me dear," he half whispered.

Gently rubbing Ane's open back wearing a nightgown"Hemmm", she said smelling the sweet scent of the wife"You were talking to who you love."

"You hear me?."

"Of course, you were so tense that you didn't realize I was going into the room to pick up my phone" she showed Ane the device.

Ane also told me about Abian's intention to call him. And that's where Tian learned the news of Jena's marriage. A smile that was difficult to understand, then, the man held gently his wife's two soft cheeks.

"Darling, you shouldn't refuse to attend your niece's wedding!."

"Why, after all, have you not been able to forgive his mistakes? you should have blamed me, ." he continued bowing languidly.

Seeing Tian's sadness, Ane scooped up that face and landed kisses on both cheeks in turn.

"If it wasn't for Jena, you wouldn't have been fooled into seducing the snake woman Jena's best friend, dear. You're just a victim."

Actually, Bastian re-stretched his wife's body into the arms. With a triumphant grin, Tian was so satisfied with his achievements that he regained the highest throne in Ane's heart.

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..."Allahumma inni as'aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltahaa 'alaih. Wa a'udzubika min syarrihaa wa syarrimaa jabaltaha 'alaih."...

"o Allah, I ask You for the good of him and the good that You have set upon him."

With a trembling voice, Agam held Jena's crown while saying a prayer. The sacred procession was completed, that night the status of two men had officially become husband and wife. Not so aware of his feelings for Agam, Jena just resignedly followed the procession.

The novelty of blue raves, the happy tears spilled just like that, both Arabella and the stubborn Adila. Indeed, Adila was now able to breathe a sigh of relief, what she really wanted was finally accomplished. No matter the feeling of love in Jena's heart that has not even germinated, which Adila knows now, there will be a companion boy to her daughter. That way, Arkan and Gibran will no longer worry too much about Jena, and the attention of the two sisters will return to him.

What about Zafirah??? no matter what it was made of, the heart of the woman was so strong. Without tears, laughter and joy always adorn his face throughout the simple wedding procession.

Gibran smiled broadly, as did Arkan. Agam's struggle was finally anchored to the household heresy. As a friend and sister-in-law, given the age of Agam who is slightly above Gibran" Bang Agam," whispered Gibran pitched jokingly.

Clumsy, Agam who was unfamiliar with the call glanced at a pair of Gibran boba eyes"What?!," he said flatly.

Gibran was so impatient to tease Agam"Remember, I played a lot in your relationship. Don't forget the special package for me."

"Yes!!! you can discuss the matter at this moment," hissed Agam half-whispered.

Arkan who found the two men whispering, take part with them"Hey! oi! snot boys, don't forget Arkan's brother. If there's anything interesting you should share it with me," while flanking Gibran and Agam in both arms. Arkan's massive body weight successfully left the two boys strangled.

"Plak!!, bang! don't make this beautiful event the funeral of both of them."

"Hus!!," jolted Arabella pushing Angga's body.

"You pray my son dies?."

Adila glanced at Angga with a sharp look.

As soon as the man clenched his hands together"Even the beautiful mothers, Angga was just joking."

"You!!!," with a palm in the air, Adila made Angga take a thousand steps. The man who was always laughing fled outside from the residence of Kiyai Bahi. Outside the moon is shining brightly. When stepping foot into the large field, his gaze was seized on a figure who was sitting alone on a park bench. Curiosity guides Angga to approach her"Not a demon, right???," he asked as he continued to step.

Climbing the stairs next to the mosque, Angga can finally determine who is sitting alone on the park bench.

"Zafirah, weren't you inside earlier?" he asked, taking a seat on another bench.

"Hem, and now I want to be alone" he said with a bitter smile.

Angga chose to be silent, remembering the words of Zafirah who was wanting to be alone. Being late to meet the woman, it feels inappropriate to leave her in solitude.

A second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

"I told you I wanted to be alone" Zafirah said.

"And I can't bear to leave you alone."

"I'm not doing well. I might be crying. Can you leave me alone? it would be a shame if I cried in front of you" the soft voice began to tremble.

"While I cannot leave you, let's just say I am not there, weep Zafirah. I'll pop my ears."

Hearts that run increasingly grieving, Angga's behavior makes him even more upset"Angga!! you're such a bitch!!," Zafirah's cry began to sob.

Wanting to touch Zafirah's shoulder, but Angga quickly undo his intentions"Hey! oi! I said you could cry. But can you lower your tone of cry? I wasn't ready for the santri because the accused made you cry!!," Angga began to panic. Really, that regret always comes later. If only he had not been curious about this lone figure! if only he had no intention of approaching this figure of Zafirah!!.

"Hick..hick... You're a bad Angga!! you're outrageous. How did you tell me to cry but you also asked me not to sob!!!," the woman's cry grew. His body trembled with both hands holding both of his watery eyes.

"Syutttt 🤫🤫🤫!!!, Zafirah the maniiisss, soften your voice!!!," choked Angga with a stifled voice.

To be continued...

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