Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Travel of the past

Although the rain had subsided, the cold was so tightly hugging the body. In the post kitchen, Arkan was cooking water to brew a cup of coffee. Looks awkward, with the kitchen conditions are perfunctory. However, men who often undergo a variety of living conditions were seen to enjoy the activity.

While smoking a cigarette and blowing the smoke into the air, the man's fingers surfed on the screen of the phone.

"I know where you are, if you still don't want to see me, then I have so much time to get to you."

Reading the message inwardly, making the speech squeak, paled.

There was the sound of boiling water, and then, Arkan poured the hot water into a cup. Not perfect yet he put a teapot filled with hot water, Zafirah came and asked him"What hot water is still left?."

Behind the glowing night light, the shadow of the sweet girl was able to repel fret after getting the short message.

"Maybe it's just for a cup" Arkan said weighing the weight of the teapot.

"Not why, I just want to make a warm drink for me," the girl immediately took over the teapot that Arkan had perfectly placed. While the man sat on the long chair while circulating his gaze. The trees are lush, with the remnants of rain water perched on the leaves, really, the atmosphere and the cold is very much felt.

Chanting crickets into a rhythm that accompanies the two men, each holding a cup filled with warm drinks, they are seen exchanging stories.

"Sorry, my question opens a wound in your little heart," Arkan looked at the girl guiltily, he had asked the woman who had given birth to him, who had gone to heaven the moment after giving birth to him into the world.

Zafirah with his sweet smile, shook his head and briefly stared at the two beads of Arkan eagles.

"I have long said that we love him, but Allah loves him more. At least, I still have an abi who always plays my father and mother."

For some reason, talking to Zafirah makes the heart feel calm. The soft words, the mature attitude, and the smile, looked very sweet.

"Zafirah, what is the definition of sincere to you??."

"Hemmmm," a hum came from the woman's mouth, with two eyeballs running around, Arkan was anxious with his behavior while thinking.

"Just one word, heavy!" replied Zafirah.

"Yes, it's very heavy" Arkan continued.

Zafirah glanced at Arkan's face at a glance, the man's words inviting a question in his mind. It seemed that the man's heart was in turmoil.

"You've stolen twice, Zafirah," Arkan said, breaking a smile.

"Huh? stealing?," put his cup on the long chair, as if to be the barrier between himself and Arkan.

"You stole a look at me, and you've done it twice" she said, widening a smile.

Spontaneous Zafirah covered her mouth, the girl laughed"No, I just glanced at you, your countenance looked sad. I wonder if you're trying to figure something out??."

Arkan took a breath, this little lady beside him was indeed very sensitive, also very understanding"Did kiyai teach you the science of reading facial expressions? you seem to know that there is a heavy burden in my heart."

The two girls hands were wagging in the air"No!!! abi didn't have such a strange science, much less taught it to me."

Apparently, he was laughing too. Maybe Arkan's words were funny to him.

"But if you're worried, you can tell me. If it can't help, at least I can be your loyal listener."

Restoring his hair, and turning off the cigarettes that had been getting shorter, the door of the man's heart opened easily to just share the story on Zafirah.

"Look......"

A few seconds the man's words paused, making Zafirah look at him with both eyebrows raised up, asking Arkan to immediately continue his words.

"To be honest, this is the first time I'm going to share a story with someone."

Two sparkling Zafirah eyeballs"Wah! thanks for believing in me."

While fixing his seat"Do you know, in this world there is a society that has its own rules, for example, if someone is cheating, then they do not hesitate to kill his life."

Closing both eyes, Zafirah looked surprised. Kill lives?? killing means????

"I mean." she slowly shrieked.

"Ah, this is only the beginning, but your face is pale," Arkan complained hesitantly to continue the story.

Shifting his eyes, Zafirah tried to calm down. Her life had been too peaceful all this time, never encountering the vile things of the slightest, and now Arkan was talking about eliminating one's life so easily, the woman's soft heart was then blown to the bottom of the earth.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little surprised" he said.

"Here you go, I'm not sure you'll be able to hear my story again" Arkan took a sip of his drink, and was about to light his cigarette again.

"Excuse me, I'll listen" Zafirah asked. Maybe the burden in his heart was too heavy, at least by telling stories can make him a little relieved.

Twisting a cigarette he slipped him two fingers, Arkan finally pulled the object back, stuffing it back into his box.

"Watch the white flag if you give up" he joked a bit."

Zafirah laughed, as did Arkan"Alright, let's go tell the story."

"A few years ago, a tragedy led me to become a member of that group."

Seemingly silent looking straight ahead, but two perfectly rounded Zafirah balls like ping-pong balls.

"Do you know business competition makes someone willing to do anything. Including my business rivals, and because of his actions I was declared lost. Making my family very sad, even I was pronounced dead because the police found my car in a state of disrepair."

Arkan continues his story, the story of the beginning of his meeting with Jake's sister, the woman who became his guardian angel at that time.

Although known to be cruel, Jake's weakness lies in his only sister, also the only family he has on this earth. The girl asks Jake to take care of Arkan, the man she found stranded by the beach.

"In fact, if he's dead, you have to revive him."

The girl's word was so incontrovertible, making Jake's head throb, that even his head felt almost broken. How do you bring the dead back to life? if he could do that, it would have been a long time ago that the mother was in the land where she was revived.

Luckily, only the body was seriously injured, yet the soul was still so strong as to stay alive. Months of Arkan in the care of the conspirators, until finally back to healthy as ever. And the perpetrator, who nearly took Arkan's life, was detected as one of Jake's business rivals. At the behest of his brother, the man who intends to finish Arkan instead dies at the hands of Jake's men.

Zafirah was silent like a statue, not expecting something like this to actually happen in real life. And the man was sitting down enjoying a cup of coffee with him.

"Lantas, for the sake of returning the favor to them, did you join them?" asked Zafirah.

"But not for long, I immediately released myself after being taken advantage of by Jake."

That handsome face looked full of regret, it seemed that that was the scourge of heart.

"Shed it out, you don't have to hold it all alone, Arkan," Zafirah said. So far, only this time did Zafirah look at him for a little while.

"Jake hates actors so much, because his mother died in the midst of her suffering to defend the household in the rocking of the actor. The woman took over all their wealth when her father died, kicking Jake and his young brother on the road."

Zafirah was still listening, the woman tightened the grip on her coffee cup which no longer felt warm.

"Unbeknownst to me, Jake told me that he planned a robbery, and that the victim was that woman." a heavy Arkan breath sounded.

"I. I killed him Zafirah" he said.

Instantly the body that had been trembling lost control, the cup that Zafirah was holding slipped and fell to the ground.

Both Arkan's eyes turned red, and there was a puddle of tears held there.

"How....., how did you...," Zafirah's throat choked. Really, it was a surprise to him.

"The woman carried the diamond box out of her residence, we continued to pursue her, despite passing through the wilderness though. I knew he was so scared, he ran across the street looking for help, but unfortunately, he was hit by a car. I also did not expect, the usually deserted road was passed by a car that night."

"That means you didn't kill him! he was just an accident,"

Arkan shook his head violently"No!! I led the robbery, I made him die, and that was the first murder of my life, Zafirah."

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The noise of the guitar in the strumming. Makes the ears feel deaf and the heart feels riled up. In the middle of the field, Gibran and the little refugee children were sitting around the campfire.

Yasir immediately approached them, the flame made Yasir accelerate his pace"Astaghfirullah!!! you guys want to burn this refugee down??? turn off the fire."

"Well, the fire is far from the refugee dormitory, where might it burn this place down?" Gibran, the man declared as the head of the assembly of these boys.

"Adit, quickly grab some water to put out his fire," Yasir ordered to one of the boys, it seemed like the boy was still sitting on the first-class bench.

"Ready bang," he said resignedly looking for water to extinguish the bonfire.

"Ck! we just want entertainment, why the fire should be extinguished" Gibran lamented.

"You guys, come back to the dormitory, it's late at night," no matter what Gibran said, Yasir asked the other boys to go back to the dormitory.

Looking at his fellow gibbons flocking back to the dormitory, Gibran sneered at Yasir"Basic, a stiff man. Don't you know entertainment??? that's a fun way! comeon! your attitude makes my joyful heart grow restless again" he said. Gibran took a log and broke the coals of the fire, rather than extinguished it is better to dim it.

"It's bang, the water."

"Let's put it there, you go back to the dorm."

Submissively, the boy died them. At first glance he met with Gibran, the man asked him to stay but immediately responded with a headband.

"It's very unpleasant" Gibran murmured, now Yasir was really returning his gaze.

"Dimpaired, or quenched?" he asked.

"If you put out this fire, you also extinguish the warmth in my heart" Gibran said, hugging the guitar.

"Huweekkk!!," Yasir pretended to vomit.

"Don't be ludicrous, I'm not a woman who'll get crushed by those words."

"Curtain! the human base is stiff," decih Gibran.

Yasir dimmed the fire, then took a seat beside Gibran"Here, it would be more comfortable to hear if I were playing the guitar."

"Don't! I borrowed this guitar from the boys, if it breaks, will you replace it?."

"You think my nails are as sharp as daggers?? I'll pick it up gently. It's not like you play the guitar like a big boy."

Gibran glared at Yasir"So that's the key to rock! you're the only one who doesn't know," really doesn't want to hand over that guitar to Yasir.

Begin Yasir and Gibran fight over the guitar, their voices sound rowdy again. Agam was present among them, taking over the guitar without much talking.

Warming up by plucking a guitar with two keys"The fire is still too big" he said as if asking the two of them to dim the flames. Despite the frown, in fact Yasir and Gibran worked together to regulate the flames.

Starting to hear guitar quotes from Agam's fingers, as well as his sweet voice while accompanying singing, a song that he often sang in the past. The atmosphere is comfortable under the night sky even without stars.

"My phone's left in the tent, remember! don't you raise the flame anymore. I'll be back with a snack soon", Yasir said as he stood up.

"Hemmm" Gibran said half-heartedly. At least Yasir will come back with a snack.

An Arabic song that Agam sings is very beautiful to listen to. Although not understanding the meaning of the song, Jena seemed to smile walking slowly closer to them.

The woman was sitting next to Agam, a new thing she knew about her man, besides the sound of these two men were also good at playing guitar.

Staring at Jena with warmth, Agam finished the last verse of the song he was singing.

"This is your favorite song?."

Agam nodded"Can be said so."

Jena then returned the gaze of Agam"What is the meaning of the song?," he asked.

Glamour touching the wife's tender cheek"O light of my eyes and heart, may God make you mine, for your love has become my world."

Any more....Jena was made to blush embarrassed by this dimpled man.

To be continued...

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