DUSK PAINTING

Chapters 12. Dusk Kala

Mizyan noticed the motion of Rendi who was preparing a digital tensimeter. As a standard of initial examination before checking other body parts. He had to wait patiently for the arrival of doctor Rendi 2 hours because he was still on duty in the hospital.

"What was abis? It's this pale." Rendi glanced at the glance then grabbed Mizyan's left hand. Prepare for blood pressure.

"I framed an old friend." Mizyan breathed a long breath. Then tell me briefly what happened to him last night. And he asked Rendi to check in the lab what substances contained in the soft drink he drank

"90/60" said Rendi ended the blood pressure checking activities.

"You're drinking until you're done?" He further prepared a syringe to take a blood sample as requested by Mizyan.

"It's half as it looks."

"It could be that your friend knows that you've emigrated." Said Rendi while tying Mizyan's arm with a torniquet (arm fastener). He identified the location of the vein and rubbed it with alcohol. "So deliberately lakin it let you go back again like first. Let him have another friend. Just my opinion." After taking blood and closing the needle puncture marks with plaster.

"I think so." Mizyan felt as thoughtful as Rendi's opinion.

"Oh yeah. You should get enough sleep. Eat lots of vegetables and fruit. I'm prescribing vitamins, too." Rendi reminded of the thing that almost forgot about Mizyan's blood tension which was fairly low. Because from earlier checking while responding to Mizyan's story.

"Patience, bro." Rendi returned to the storyline. "Any way of life choices, whether to go straight or turn, challenges will always exist. You must be able to Istiqomah on the straight path." he continued to provide motivation because he knows for sure how the twists and turns of the journey of his friend's life.

"Thanks, bruh."

Mizyan felt grateful to still have close friends and always motivated him in changing, emigrating.

"When we hangout, I miss a complete gathering of Aryan gangsters." He laughed while shaking his head because he remembered how happy he was if he was in the middle of a group of 4 friends who were ridiculous and his gesrek relapsed if he had gathered.

Joints shrug shoulders. "Entar set the time. Having a child is getting harder to collect completely. There's a hitch for one."

"dither. Willi's phone."

Mizyan nodded. Letting the walking Rendi approach the apartment window. He also reached for his phone to check anyone chat that entered because of the sound of repeated notifications."

"Assalamualaikum, brother Mizyan. I heard from Dado, the sick sister. Get plenty of rest, don't get less sleep."

"Fake up, brother."

"Olla."

Mizyan. He never gave his phone number to Olla.

Maybe Umi's the one who told you.

"Thanks, Olla." Oh, please." He gave a short reply. Switch to open the reminder to see which tasks are close to the deadline.

"Right. Got his free mute friend." Rendi shook his head while cleaning his doctor's equipment ready to go home. "You too." Continue with a fierce look.

"What's wrong?!" Mizyan. Surprised by the change in attitude of Rendi. Though it was ordinary, now it becomes fierce.

"Si Willi had heartburn for 2 days, he said. Ask me to stop by the cafe tonight, check up."

"Right. I don't want to see a doctor."

"I'm a pediatrician. Not a general practitioner."

Mizyan looked up at Rendi's grunts. Now he just understood Rendi moody.

"It's good to use it, isn't it?" Mizyan raised both eyebrows accompanied by the ruckus of laughter. "You're a smart doctor. General doctor's material is already khatam of course. So, why go to another doctor."

The response that made Rendi tickle. Choose to go to the refrigerator to take a cold drink.

Alone again.

Mizyan let out a long sigh to find that the spacious apartment room was quiet again because Rendi had returned home. He used to feel ordinary with his own susana like this, but now feels like a friend to talk to. Bizarrely.

"Obviously, Ren." He returned the lab diagnosis sheet to the front of Rendi. Choosing to hear the explanation alone rather than reading a term that does not understand it.

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Mizyan again filled the day with her routine, the world of architecture that became her candlestick. The choice is solo career, do not want to be tied to some well-known property companies who ask for it even with a fantastic salary offer. He's not flinching. Unattached to make himself free to manage time, free to express himself and his imagination. That's his passion.

He glanced at the clock in his hand. Ashar's time is coming soon. Meeting with clients in Japanese restaurants to submit soft files and hard files of images of classic 2-story European style luxury homes, finished with a tinge of satisfaction on the face of the client who is a married couple. He is now driving his car on the busy Otista road smoothly and choose to turn the car to the Bandung Raya Mosque. He was determined as much as possible not to miss the congregational prayer.

"This is a substance found in stimulants and sleeping pills."

"The combination that should have put you to sleep a moment ago fly and make your weapon strong combat until morning."

He felt his neck when he recalled the explanation of Rendi 2 days ago when discussing lab results. Inexhaustible with the behavior of Oji who dared to trap him. Even forget yourself on the services that have been given that make his friend can work in a bona fide company. Not to be reciprocated. But don't stab him in the back.

"Alhamdulillah. God still guards you from their evil."

"The position is high, bro. I hope there are no side effects."

"If there's a complaint."

Orange luster is visible in the clear sky that overshadows the mosque area and Bandung square. After praying, he chose to relax on the bench of the mosque's courtyard facing a field carpeted with synthetic grass. Unaffected by the joy of children playing soap bubbles and playing ball. Also not affected by the officers of the PP satpol who dispelled the arrival of the hawkers and admonished visitors not to eat and drink in the field area of synthetic grass. Though it is clear there is a ban, for the sake of mutual comfort.

Mizyan was still engrossed in her thoughts digesting all the explanations of her friend Dr. Rendi. His eyes were covered with black glasses would not be seen by the view of people if he was thinking hard while occasionally gulping down the mineral water he was holding. He also did not heed the gaze full of admiration from the women. Even the passersby in front of him walked until his neck twisted to look at him, neither ignored.

Dugs.

A ball rolls over the foot, spontaneously holding it. Then a little boy came running over to pick up the ball held under his shoes.

"Well!"

Mizyan smiled broadly to see who the little boy who approached her was. He opened his glasses because Dika looked dumb looking at him.

"Aye.....Um?!" When rectifying his speech quickly may remember the advice of the mother. But he looks excited seen from his gesture prancing around.

"Who's the same?" Mizyan looked at the handsome face with both cheeks flushed red like tomatoes.

Dika has not been able to answer, the hunt Mr. Badru came to approach the two.

"Well, meet Mizyan here."

Mizyan and Mr. Badru dissolve in casual chatter while waiting for his grandmother Dika finished praying because taking turns guarding Dika who can not be silent.

"Where was shaf? I don't see ya."

"Shaf first sir." Mizyan replied while serving Dika who kicked the ball towards him.

"Oh, the pantesan didn't see. Mr. Shaf second corner," he said while chuckling.

"Ehmm, didn't the bundle come?" Mizyan could not bear to ask because curious chatter from earlier did not touch the existence of Dika's mother.

"No, it's still busy in the store a lot of orders. This is also Dika's pick up from the store. Rahma can only come home at 8pm."

Mizyan nodded. Awake was curious.

"Sir, I ask permission to play, can you sir?"

Let's say Mr. Badru accompanied the departure of Mizyan and Dika to the middle of the synthetic grass field after both taking off their shoes. Mizyan first bought a bottle of soap balloon toy. He laughed when he caught dozens of soap balloons that Mizyan flew in the air and carried by the wind. Part of the escape from arresting Dika, the soap balloon broke in the air.

Beautiful twilight in Bandung square with orange tinge that is getting dived as if moving closer. Indeed, the painting of nature is delivering the departure of the sun that receded to the contest. But the happiness of two handsome men of different generations did not subside. Even more dissolved in the crowd chasing each other among the crowds of people who spend the afternoon in the square.

It also looks at each other and smiles meaningfully two parents who are sitting on the bench. They noticed the behavior of his grandson who stuck on Mizyan's back playing horses while laughing.