Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Friends in the past

Mentari began to show himself even though he was shy. While swinging on the back porch, Jena enjoyed the days that began to feel sweet and pleasant, of course with the man who had shifted the position of God in his heart.

Agam, the man has not intended to just visit Angga who is alone guarding the counter, business with them. Putting on a mat and accompanying the wife to enjoy the beach breeze feels more fun. Likewise with Gibran, the presence of Agam was indeed a most beautiful gift for him. How not, in addition to a handsome handsome face, Agam is also good at cooking.

Had condemned the madness of the newlyweds last night, to make him sleep in the living room downstairs, at least this afternoon Agam provides a menu of food that is very indulgent tongue.

"So, shall I call you brother?" he asked, taking the inexhaustible shell satay on Agam's burn.

The dimpled man's lips lifted up"Of course, my age is even older than you."

Gibran rounded both eyes "Choose! just 1 month old."

"Stay that I am older" said Agam, giving a plate of satay to his wife.

Boba Gibran's eyes glanced at Jena's plate, why so many satay that Agam gave him? very different from the portion that Agam gave to him.

"Hey! why are there more portions!," he protested.

"I'm his wife, if you're jealous of my portion, why don't you just be his wife?" Jena joked. Huh! although it has been tame when dealing with Agam, Jena's attitude is still fierce when dealing with Gibran. But, even so, Jena is still Gibran's beloved sister.

Shudder, and so does Gibran.

"I'm still normal, don't say no" Gibran turned away from Jena's sharp gaze.

He said, "You think you're the only one who's normal?."

"Yes, yes! I know you're perfectly normal" Gibran said", If you're not normal, I won't sleep downstairs because of the strange noises from your room last night," he throws skewers with annoyance.

Gibran's speech made Jena raise both eyebrows, the woman also puffed both cheeks. Just realized how forgotten she was last night.

"My ears were itching, but I was wearing a headset." Gibran said, because Agam had forcefully bribed lettuce leaves into his mouth.

"You..," he said in protest.

"I'll stop burning this satay if you keep blabbering, '" threatened Agam. Not only Jena, she was also holding back the embarrassment at this time. His face flushed red, and silly, Gibran kept chattering about their unforgettable events. There was no other choice, feeding the dark-skinned man's mouth with vegetables was the way out.

Their behavior makes Jena laugh. Staring at Gibran, Jena thought about her older brother. What's that guy doing now?

In a closed room, Arkan was watching the movements of a Tian. The man looked different lately, according to someone's report, Tian was looking for an official land deed maker.

"Keep watching him, as well as his mistress. Don't forget, keep urging the woman to pay the money to keep her mouth shut."

"All right, but don't you want to see me? after all this time you came to me just asking for help, at least let's have a drink together while reminiscing about the past."

"Ck! frankly speaking, if it's not out of my mind to face that disgusting couple, I won't be looking for you and asking for help."

"Waw, you're so transparent, does time make you more bitter tongue, Arkan? also, did you really come to me as a customer in need of help? not as an old friend?."

"Anderson! if you keep bringing up the past, it's better to forget about my complaint. I'll get help from someone else."

"Hahahaha," Anderson chuckled.

"Are you sure you're going to seek help from someone else? other than us, no one can trace someone's crimes as deeply as ours. For example, you who are one of the scopes with Tian alone are unaware of the man's cunning, if not of our information right?."

Arkan took a deep breath. It's true, Anderson's gang is like a spy for everyone, all the information a person can know in a short time. The network that mushroomed everywhere made them a great place to spy on Tian and Tiara.

"Just calm down, I'll have a notary to take care of Tian's wishes. Their meeting would occur naturally, and the land belonging to your aunt would still be safe even if it was within Tian's grasp."

"At least, let him be happy to get the land that is not his right," Anderson said again with a laugh.

"But Arkan, your problem is completely unknown to Jake's boss."

"And don't you share this story with him!," Arkan immediately emphasized.

"Come Arkan...."

"Here you go, if you still want to help me, don't put Jake's name in between our affairs."

Arkan immediately disconnected the call. Indeed, if not for Jena, he will not return to deal with the plot that once overshadowed him.

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Still on the back porch, Jena now lives alone. The two men who were with him had left for the mushola. Observing the voice of the Adhan, Jena smiled broadly realizing it was the voice of Gibran, her younger sister.

And, the woman's smile returned, when the voice of Agam so melodious echoed iqomah. Her heart was like a flower garden, with butterflies flying merrily around. For some reason, his heart felt amused itself, finding himself still smiling from hearing the voices of the two men.

"Ck! come on Jena, does eating shellfish satay make your smile will not fade," he muttered looking at the remnants of the shell satay that Agam served for him.

Getting sick first has fun later, whether Jena is in the stage of reaping sweet feelings after being hurt by the God and Tiara families. Indeed, the little heart in there had not dared to wish more to Agam, Yasir's words about Zafirah still left a question in his mind.

While swinging, the woman returned to travel to the past. Remembered how Agam so patiently faced himself who was known fiercely by Gibran and his friends. Although often raise the tone when talking to him, Agam always smiles at him. Also be nice and gentle with her. Really, Jena is unaware that Agam's love for her has grown a long time ago.

Long time the woman drowned in memories, until the arrival of Agam and Gibran was not realized.

"You're still here?? have you prayed Zuhur yet?" asked Gibran with a bag of ice cream.

Jena glanced at the plastic bag Gibran was carrying. His hand was about to take over.

"The prayer has not?" this time Agam repeated Gibran's question.

"Not yet."

"I'll take care of the cream, I guarantee it won't be spent by Gibran. Now you pray first yes," he said, forcibly taking a bag of ice cream from Gibran's hand. Making Gibran sing lips because he lost defending his favorite snack.

"Okay, all right," said Jena so lazily. Really, he's not used to that obligation, ckckckck....

With a staggering step, Jena turned around about to leave them.

"In the meantime, don't forget his dhikr ya," he said handed the prayer beads that he often wear to Jena.

Jena's face looked very forced, but Agam immediately pulled both cheeks until a smile was formed, a forced smile of course.

"Passion darling."

"Huewwkwkkkk!!," cried Gibran.

Spontaneous Agam and Jena stared horror at Gibran.

Swiping his ears and eyes many times"Ash!! my ears hurt a lot. Please, don't make out in front of me!," he said boldly staring at Jena and Agam alternately.

"Ck! you're so fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking crap!."Jena immediately took the prayer beads in Agam's hands. Passed out from before the two men with a sharp look at Gibran.

To be continued....

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