Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Single-minded

In the aftermath of Lisa's anger, the girl goes on a hunger strike. Indeed, his love for Arkan made him unable to accept the man's marriage to another woman. To him, it was just a joke.

The action of course made Arkan worried, he had just gone through a critical period, and his body was in dire need of nutritional intake. So, if the girl always refuses all kinds of food that is served to her, how will her body recover?

"Prang!!," even when Arkan was about to feed him warm porridge, Lisa refused the goodwill of an Arkan.

"Stop, I want you to get out of here" Lisa jolted to the guards who were going to clean the broken bowl.

"But lady, we've been told by Mr. Jake to always take care of you" one of the guards said.

Lisa was silent for a moment, the girl seemed to be massaging her temple"At least let me be with Arkan here, you guys can stand guard outside the door."

"Well, miss," obediently, the guards came out one by one and obeyed Melisa's words.

While in Arkan, the man looked at the broken porridge bowl, with its splattered contents littering the hospital floor, then looked at Lisa nanar"I'm tired of coaxing you to eat, it's okay if you're mad at me, but at least love yourself."

"You look so worried about me."

"Of course!," Arkan said immediately.

"If you're worried about me, why don't you just turn down that crazy wedding plan!," she was desperate.

Arkan lowered his head, remembering the figure of Yasir dragging him with great difficulty that night"He replaced us towards the realm of death, the decision to replace him getting married was not worth his life."

Really, it also disturbs Lisa's mind, but still, she doesn't want Arkan to marry Zafirah"Arkan, it's okay if you don't love me, it's okay if you don't, it's okay if you can't have me, but if you have to marry her, I can't accept that fact" a tearful tear has fallen on Lisa's cheek. Clutching the tip of the pajamas he was wearing, Arkan knew the girl was terribly hurt.

Arkan could not speak anymore, his esophagus felt fiber, choked by the unrest that gouged in the heart. Zafirah is a good woman, and a pride if bearing the status as her husband. But, somehow the shakes of love are not felt, especially the feeling of longing that gnaws the heart.

Lisa was sobbing, and Arkan could not help but soothe the tears of pain. Sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to Lisa, looks kegelisan middle hugging tightly the tall man strapping. Meanwhile, all his family have agreed to the wedding plans of himself and Zafirah, even two families have met. But why is it so hard for the heart to work together? likewise with the pain of a Melisa, making her heart even more unsettled.

"Sorry lady, who are you?."

The figure of a long hooded woman was standing in front of Lisa's room door"I'm a relative of bang Arkan," said Zafirah. The woman who was treating the heartache finally agreed to marry Arkan, for her the man was also quite kind, and attentive to her.

However, the desire of the heart to rise must be buried deeply. Through the glass from the door of the hospital room, she watched as a sobbing Melisa hugged Arkan's body from behind.

"Astaghfirullah, it turns out that Arkan already has," murmured the heart that endured the pain.

"Miss!," call one of Melisa's bodyguards.

The woman flinched"Sorry, anu. May I leave this for bang Arkan," her hand trembled slightly as she gave a double-decker alley.

"Alright," said the bodyguard. He didn't even offer Zafirah to go in and deliver the thing himself.

Leaving Arkan and Melisa's room in the hospital, with shaky steps, Zafirah walked through the hospital's garden. His heart felt very tight, he did not even do strenuous activities but his body felt very tired. Taking a seat on a chair in the garden, while taking a breath and throwing it away slowly, Zafirah was fighting with a taste called sincere.

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The plan to open a beachfront cafe must be postponed. Initially, because it coincided with the wedding day of Zafirah and Yasir then they decided to hold the opening event the next day. But when men have arranged such a mature plan, the path of destiny remains in the hands of the creator. Yasir had passed his lap, the opening event was back in retreat after 3 days later. However, again the provisions of the creator can not be changed by a group of humans, because the ring that Yasir put on Arkan made the parents decide to unite the two people. Of course with the agreement of Zafirah and Arkan before.

Because of the wedding plan, the opening of the beach cafe was delayed again, because the place will be used to hold the wedding of Arkan and Zafirah.

In the large living room, Gibran was busy surfing fingers on his car. His social media account was visited by many new followers, and in an instant he became an impromptu idol.

"What accomplishment? now that your followers are more than my followers," folding both hands in the chest, Jena stared at Gibran from top to bottom.

The corner of the man's lips lifted up"I'm handsome, and that's my achievement."

"You sound so proud, and I still have to wash and iron your clothes."

Gibran looked at Jena with a laugh"Hihihi, the deal must go ahead for Jena, even though I became famous for taking your place in receiving the trophy," his index finger pointed at a large glass cabinet, the place where Jena's winning trophies are kept.

"S!alann!," said Jena, clapping the tip of the hat Gibran was wearing, casually the woman sauntered into the kitchen.

"Yes!!! you hit me!," Gibran jolted confirming the hat on his head that had been tilted because of his brother's actions.

"I'm just confirming the location" he opened the refrigerator and poured the juice into the glass.

"Let's just say you're a sirik to me, I know very well I'm very handsome when I'm wearing a hat."

Oh God, a considerable distance makes Jena unable to hit the narcissistic man's head back. As a result Jena can only go back to teasing her younger brother"You are so narcissistic, to maintain good looks, you also wear the hat in the house. Hmh! shithole!."

Awh!! gibran's little heart was pierced with thorns, those words really made his heart wince"Basic woman's bitter tongue."

"Foolish!," Jena wrote, adding to Gibran's heartache.

For the sake of his sanity, Gibran chose to budge, from which the ends of Jena would cancel the deal to wash and iron his clothes.

Seeing Gibran take a step back, Jena gave a small smile"Tumben the little boy caved," he murmured sipping fruit juice as he stared at the vast sea.

At that time, in the distance he saw Agam talking with his fisherman grandfather. Even under the scorching sun the man's white skin did not blacken, Jena as a woman became insecure.

"Onti," Enda's subtle voice makes Jena search for her whereabouts. It turned out that Enda was peeking at him from the edge of the door.

"Darling, why hide there," Squatted out a hand to the boy, and Enda immediately fell into his arms.

"Not hiding" said Enda holding Jena's glass.

"Oh yeah, do you want this juice?."

Innocently Enda nodded.

Be careful Jena helps Enda by keeping the glass in Enda's hand so as not to fall"How, is the school teaching her fun?."

Lick the edges of his lips"Heem," said Enda. His face shrunk due to the fresh and sour taste of the juice.

Jena chuckled, Enda's face withstanding the sour taste really worried"Do you want any more?."

Enda shook his head"No longer, thank you, but" the boy even moved his hands on his chest, refusing Jena's offer to return to taste the sour juice.

"Heheheh, wry?."

"Hemm," he said, shaking his head, the sour taste made him a little surprised.

"Eind....."

The boy's eyeball prayer grew bigger, Ben's call made him ask to be dropped from the table.

"A cute mind already wants to go to teach huh? be a pious child yes, dear," slowly lowered Enda, Jena gently rubbed Enda's head, slowly and not to make her hair fall apart.

"Yes onti, bismillah so pious."

"Before, your aunt looks very excited when she wants to go to school, are you starting to like someone at the place??," Jena caught a reddish hue on Enda's face when she asked that question.

And sure enough, the boy closed his mouth and laughed anxiously.

"Hey," Jena became curious"Say, is there really someone you like there."

With Jena's face crouching in front of him, the boy whispered the name of someone who made Jena laugh.

"Enda, he's an adult!."

"It's okay onti, Enda will eat a lot to quickly become an adult."

Jena is really made to spin, the babble Enda makes her stomach tickled amused.

"Saylendra, let's hurry. The bus is being used to pick up college moms, so I'm gonna have to get you to the cabin, kid," Ben shows up with a little helmet, so I'm gonna have to drive you to the cabin, without the cue the young widower put it on Enda's head.

"Dad! can't ask permission first," he staggered. However, instead of looking scary, Enda actually looks funny while nagging Ben. Jena and Ben couldn't bear to not laugh.

"I'm sorry, khilaf's father" Ben's great-grandson admitted his mistake.

"Hem, I've forgiven you," he said again.

O Allah, Jena was very comforted by Enda here. The boy made his days feel more colorful.

Pull Jena's arm and kiss her back solemnly"Enda go first onti."

"Cup," Jena softly kissed the smooth cheeks of the boy"Be careful dear, send the same greeting ustadzah Zafirah ya."

Instantly, the boy's face met"Alright onti."

Jena delivered Enda to the main door, they also waved each other just before Ben put his bike forward.

Staring at them until they completely disappeared, Jena then turned around to go back into the residence. But...

"Bag!!! you surprise me, "he screeched. Without a sound, Agam was standing with his hands ruffled by his waist.

Holding his chest that was beating violently"Why look at me like that!!?," Agam's gaze implied an inviting sense of smile on Jena's face.

"You've always called her dear, and kissed her shamelessly."

Really no! that expression often adorns the face of Agam lately, so Jena immediately wants to laugh when she meets the face of the spoiled snorting husband.

"Dear girl, so you want to be called like that??" Jena rattled the husband's bushy hair. Makes it messy and adds to the man's level of good looks.

"Heem," Agam nodded spoiledly.

"Alright," she rubbed the husband's cheek. Until the creation of a pair of dimples there.

"Cup," Honey, would I like to pour some orange juice?."

The fleeting kiss made a red hue rise on Agam's face, with sweetness he nodded.

To be continued....

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