Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Love seeds.

A beautiful morning in the middle of town. As a good and self-aware citizen, Angga, the owner of the mobile phone counter with the least capital, is, don't worry when his colleagues did not show the nose since the wedding of Jena and Agam.

Having a few days alone to look after and serve customers is not new to him, considering that his two friends are often busy with their respective affairs.

Lonely?? that's for sure. Friends of mothers and fathers and even om-om who also have a store in the big mall, although it looks familiar, there is still a gap when Angga joined joking and joking with them when it was quiet.

As a Pratama company security guard, also a close friend of Akhtar, the father of Angga told about Akhtar's desire to attract Agam to enter their company. Hearing that, Angga was discouraged, seeming completely different economically between himself and his friends. After often looking at yourself in the mirror, Angga should be proud of himself, he who is only the son of a security guard is now able to make money from his own efforts.

Cleaning the counter area by yourself, sweeping and mopping in your own doing, racks rarely Angga into the teasing material of the merchant mothers in the mall. Not to make fun of it to insult, instead they make jokes by saying they want to take Angga as their daughter-in-law's child. Angga who always smile, respond to their jokes and jokes with a maximum smile.

Putting a cleaning tool, Angga slightly stretched his body after cleaning his place of business. Grab a device in his pocket and contact someone.

"Aren't you going to the counter again today?" like a kitten who's alone, Angga gets a look of pity from a shoe-seller's om-om in front of his counter.

"I was packing, today I'm going to stay at the beach house with Jena," Agam's voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Is there a dinner? lunch together maybe?" he asked with a small smile.

"Nothing, anyway if you want a free lunch, you'll get it by noon."

Instantly both Angga's eyes rounded"Really?? are you gonna send me a nice lunch?."

"Hemmmmmmmm," only a Agam hum was heard on the other end of the phone.

Angga's cheerful face instantly turned sour"Are you pranking me?."

"No, pray to Allah that your lunch will be assured."

"Based on the candidate mr. ustadz....."

"Here you go, later tonight just stop by the beach house yes, assalamualaikum," Agam decided on a call. Leave upset in the heart of Angga because it has not finished saying his words.

After contacting Agam, Angga intends to contact Gibran. And just now the ringtone sounded...."I'll call you back, I'll call you back."

"Ash!!! very unfriendly," while shaking his head, Angga put his salary back in his pocket.

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Late in the afternoon, Arkan receives good news from his errand boy. Without further ado, Arkan's men kept a reporter who had spread cheap news about his little sister.

"The interrogation of the journalist, if he acted, put a little touch on the batok of his head," Arkan's heavy voice on the other end of the phone at the loudspeaker, made the reporter's hair bristle.

After ending the call, Arkan's man smiled wryly at the reporter. Facing the mercenary alone had made his bones tremble violently, what if he was directly faced with the heavy-voiced man.

"Punished me, I didn't expect to have dealt with the wrong person" he said regretfully.

"You, you have sprinkled fire that will burn your own body. Get rid of that cheap news immediately, if you don't want to really burn to death."

"Cooperate if you still want to live" he whispered with emphasis.

"Ba..all right," the reporter stuttered.

Leaving behind the dumb reporter who had taken the wrong step, Arkan was taken aback by the presence of the woman who had always harassed him lately.

The beautiful woman looks familiar to Arkan, but somehow her brain cannot find where she has encountered this aggressive woman.

"Good lunch, Arkan, would you like to have lunch with me? I'm the one who treated ya," broke down a sweet smile, looks beautiful but does not make Arkan's heart shake.

"I still have a job" and, as usual, the woman's invitation to lunch is always rejected.

Melisa stared sadly at the back of the man who was getting away. Loving the man since he was still sitting on the bench of Junior High, although adrift age far enough, until now the man is still perched at the top of his heart.

"No matter how far you go, I will keep on walking your footsteps Arkan. I will continue to fight to be your lover, even though until this moment you do not realize who I am" murmured the heart.

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Akhtar gently rubbed the top of Jena's head, and the warm embrace of Arabella became the two women's farewell. Although heavy, the two parents must be willing to live apart from the child and his daughter-in-law.

"It's fine there, son, don't forget to tell us when we arrive" Arabella's message hugged her son tightly.

"Dear your wife, take good care of her. And remember, if you can immediately love your grandchildren yes," Arabella slightly lowered her tone on the last line of sentences, afraid that the words offended her daughter-in-law.

Arabella smiled at her son. So did Akhtar who heard the whispers of his beautiful wife.

While Jena, the woman was busy pressing someone's number on her dress.

"Are you going to tell Gibran?" asked Agam as he stuffed their luggage into the trunk.

"No, I called Zafirah's number. Why not active? did you give me the wrong number?" he said again trying to call his best friend's number. There were so many protests that Jena would lay on Zafirah, how could the girl not come at their wedding party!.

"Later I ask Yasir," said Agam slowly pulling Jena's body. She drove the woman into the car.

Afterward, Jena has now sat sweetly beside Agam.

"Don't forget to call mommy, baby," Arabella doesn't seem willing to part from Jena.

"Yes mother, Jena will also always visit here if you go to the city," he said feeling the soft caress of Arabella's fingers on her hair strands.

"Y!!! mom regretted letting you go to the beach house today, what if later tonight you just go back to her beach house??," really, Arabella still wants to linger with Jena. After getting closer, it turns out spending time with Jena is very fun. His son-in-law also likes to care for flowers like himself, they even enjoy the afternoon before at the Pratama residence while discussing various types of flowers.

Hearing Arabella's whining, Akhtar hugged the wife's shoulder "Don't be like that baby, they've packed up. Don't block their way."

Arabella is still seducing her son and daughter-in-law to postpone their departure schedule, lucky Akhtar can relieve whining the wife. Until finally the middle-aged couple stared at the car that drove their son and daughter-in-law to the beachfront residence.

In the middle of the journey, Jena stared at the side of Agam that looked interesting.

"It's so bad, even from the side you still look attractive", grumbled his heart.

Repeatedly finding Jena stealing glances at him, making Agam a little groggy while driving.

Silence was again present to greet them, since leaving the Pratama residence, Jena and Agam only briefly discussed the adorable behavior of the mother.

Any more.....Jena looked at Agam who was paying for gas money. When the man returned to the car, his attention was caught on Agam's arm that looked muscular.

"Can you pull over for a minute" Jena pinta.

Dutifully Agam pulled over the car as Jena requested.

The woman lowered back the sleeves of the Agam-rolled shirt when she stopped filling. Tucked question in Agam's mind when Jena did that, but when he wanted to ask Jena immediately asked him to forward the vehicle.

"You why?" the question escaped Agam's mouth.

"Why what?."

"Can't I put my sleeves up?."

"Hem.

A moment of silence, watching Jena's strange behavior since they left her residence.

Agam caught Jena looking back at him, and quickly the woman turned her eyes away.

"You've been looking at me ever since, is there something strange on my face?" she asked, looking in the mirror.

Seeming busy himself, Jena decided to ask Zafirah number again that he could not contact.

"Try me to call Yasir."

"I don't have his number" he said. After all, it was a new phone, the number of his fellow editors had not been obtained, let alone the number Yasir.

Agam handed his phone to Jena, and how little the woman's heart was made rustling, his portrait in Agam use as a wallpaper of his phone.

Trying to be ordinary, Jena was again made to pound when asking for the man's cellphone code.

"The date of our wedding" he said, staring at Jena with a stifled smile.

Jena turned her eyes, both of her cheeks bulging, ah! is he acting wrong???

To be continued...

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