Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Bizarre wind.

Looking at the waves in the dark night, on the edge of the beach this is Zafirah tonight. When a wounded heart comes with a smile to the new residence of the former man of his dreams, then, what is the proper mention he gets?.

A big soul lover?

Or a stupid lover??

Like Qais who is so in love with Layla, is the silent insanity of Zafirah towards Agam equivalent to the love felt by the majnun? Zafirah was very aware that the red thread never stopped on his finger and Agam's finger. On the basis of almost wavering faith, the woman persisted in the rule of the almighty, though painful.

However, when longing overcame the heart-wrenching pain, the screaming heart guided the presence of Zafirah in the dwellings of Jena and Agam. Really, if only he was able to resist the desires of the heart, just looking at the face of Agam only his heart still beats great.

"Astaghfirullah, what am I doing here" he said. On top of a fallen tree trunk, the girl seemed to tell the night wind. Pouring all the tightness in the chest, telling me about his now peerless longing.

In the distance, Gibran was staring at the woman from a moment ago. The shadow as he wiped away the tears, inviting pity lodged in his chest. There was a desire to just entertain the girl, also just want to recognize her stupid, because it came without coercion to this residence. Shouldn't he have rejected Jena's invitation this afternoon, ck! Gibran was very clueless with the mindset of a Zafirah.

Carrying two packs of brown-flavored scarlet ice, Gibran's presence uprooted the tree Zafiah sat on left the girl strangled.

"Yes!!," Zafirah looked at Gibran. The big shadow was getting closer, if only his eyes were myopic, perhaps Zafirah would have thought Gibran was a creature from another world.

"Eiyy, lower your voice, don't make them think anything of us."

Both of Zafirah's eyeballs are rounded"Hah! you who come so unfriendly, can't walk normally on the sand alone" his protest pointed at Gibran's face.

"Aikh!," Gibran pretended to bite his index finger.

And Zafirah nimbly saved his finger from the bite of this giant rabbit.

A smile spread across Gibran's face. Standing up with a bang on the fallen trunk, Zafirah was once again made to scream small.

Not caring about Zafirah's nagging, Gibran gave the girl ice cream.

Without saying, Zafirah received the chocolate-flavored ice cream and ate it immediately.

Long Gibran and Zafirah were silent without speaking, each of them enjoying the taste of the ice cream. After it ran out, Gibran opened the conversation again.

"How, what is your heart a little comfortable."

Twisting the edges of the hood"Female, at least the sweet taste of the ice cream made my feelings improve."

"Zafirah, do you want me to read a word from an Arab poet?" the man asked as he looked out over the vast sea.

"Hem..," said Zafirah nodded slowly many times.

"The days will go on, slowly you will leave something that makes you opiate, you will also leave someone who is not your soul mate, as well as your beautiful dreams, you will slowly cancel it," Gibran was silent for a moment waiting for Zafriah's response.

And the girl turned right to Gibran"Why should that be?."

"For it's all a reality, and you have to accept all that" he continued.

"You say so lightly, as if all that can be done as light as a feather" he said.

Gibran gave a small smile"You haven't even tried it."

"I've tried, Gibran," the girl felt an increasingly tight chest, the effect of eating the ice cream was so fast it disappeared. Back, the sorrow hugged tightly his lonely heart.

"Don't mourn, what you lost will come back in another form" Gibran said.

This time, Zafirah started to smile. What's with this man, suddenly transformed into a poet.

"Are you a fan of Jalaluddin Rumi?."

Gibran chuckled, the intention of acting cool in front of the extinct Zafirah already. It turns out that this girl also knew the legendary poet from Persia.

Laughter is contagious, Zafirah also chuckles laughing at a Gibran.

On the back porch, Gibran sees Angga starting a fire to burn fish. Soon Gibran took Zafirah back to his residence.

In the kitchen, this time Agam was amazed by Jena. The long decomposed woman cleaned the fish with nimble, using a large knife like a famous chef.

Without much comment, Agam noticed the motion of the wife, it can be said that Agam was copying what Jena was doing. In another day Agam will apply the science of cleaning the fish for the sake of spoiling the tongue of the wife.

"Do you want to try it?" asked Jena for a few seconds staring at Agam who was focusing on his big knife.

The man shook his head.

"Lantas, what are you doing here?."

"Look at how you clean the fish" he said.

Doing activities to clean the fish with ragged hair, sprinkling fresh blood from the fish that Jena slaughter made the woman worry about her hair.

"It's not over yet, why did you stop cleaning these fish. Don't tell me you're asking me to continue your work, to be honest I'm not sure I can do it yet" Agam said. His attitude made Jena hold back a laugh.

"I just want to tie my hair, I don't want to sleep with fish-smelling hair tonight" he said, still washing his hands.

the man's bead finds his wife's pause in the freezer, immediately grabs her and gently touches Jena's head.

"Continue your work, let me tie your hair" he said, uniting the strands of his wife's hair. His fingers tidied every strand of hair dangling, of course his fingers touched the ears and nape of Jena.

Do you know, when someone who's starting to make you feel comfortable making physical contact in your sensitive area, can you guarantee that the fine hairs all over your body will just be quiet?

Nay! all the hair on Jena's body was bristling, the woman swallowed the saliva with her heart that started beating abnormally.

Although a little messy, Agam has finished pinning a pause on the wife's hair. The part hair with her back unravels, it makes Jena look naturally beautiful. There is a sense of pride in Agam, the wait has not been in vain.

Seeming all wrong, the warm gaze of an Agam makes Jena almost hurt his hand. While regulating the breath, while rearranging the consciousness of the soul because of this brondong act, Jena finally finished her work with a finger that is still safe and complete.

If Jena had cleaned the fish, also prepared seasonings for the fish, Agam would gladly offer to burn the fish that will be one of their fine dining menu tonight.

Zafirah, the woman was kept busy with Angga and Gibran who invited her to play stacking blocks. If you drop the tower beam, then prepare your face to receive a love sign from Jena's expired lipstick.

"What if my face is allergic? that's an expired thing," protested Syabila.

Yasir came with a basket of snacks"Choose, yesterday at the post you took a mud bath, now all right," he chanted as he placed the object next to their table.

Zafirah laughed remembering that.

"Yesterday when a bang falls, falls into the mud, not accidentally mud baths" he protested.

Yasir laughed, as did those who were there.

"Of course, don't protest too much. Look, the snack is a prize for the winner of this game, "really, Angga knows the bead when the snack comes.

"This one basket?" asked Zafirah.

"Who, how? no intention to play?" Gibran said again.

The two female beads were very brightly lit.

Two against two, Gibran and Angga will play against Shabila and Zafirah in this game. Yasir will be the referee among them.

"So, we really welcome and serve you like kings" Jena quipped from the corner of the veranda.

Suddenly they all grinned at Agam and Jena.

"Don't bother us, cook the fish. We're hungry" Gibran, feeling like a guest at this residence. Jena gritted her teeth staring resentfully at the evil sister.

"Patience, that's how Gibran loves you" Agam laughed while calming Jena's emotions.

There was a rough sigh of Jena, making the group playing at the next table chuckle watching Jena's annoyed face.

"You just shut up, let me fan the fish," said Agam, the man really wants to know how to mix fish into a delicious meal. Wh why? because this dish is one of Jena's favorite dishes, his wife.

Jena handed the fan to Agam"Pack slowly," he said back to the kitchen to pick up fish sauce.

A few seconds Jena returned to the veranda.

Agam looks like he wants to flip the fish by touching the grill that was hit by the embers....

"Allahuakbar!," cried Agam. The man's fingers were hit by embers. Sontak Zafirah stood up, but Jena rushed to Agam. Pulling his hand and sucking his fingers that were hit by the embers.

"Bang...," Zafirah's voice was very slow, almost inaudible.

When holding his shoulders, Angga and Gibran immediately approached Agam, deliberately covering the man from Zafirah's sight.

Among those who were panicking, as well as hearts that were throbbing pain, Yasir sat down sweetly eating a snack of a kind of yupi.

What about Agam? a strange swish was touching the man's heart. How he held back by the act of Jena who sucked gently the tip of his fingers!!

To be continued....

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