DUSK PAINTING

Chapters 2. Mizyan Abdillah's

Nusa Dua Bali.

Kecak Dance is the opening of the grand opening afternoon event The Latansa Resort which is held outdoor with a beautiful beach view. Attended by important guests such as capital artists, local officials, community leaders, relations, and guests staying on the first day of opening who are entitled to a promo discount of 60%.

Mizyan Abdillah, a man of Javanese German descent appeared dashing in a traditional Balinese dress accompanied the resort owner who was a successful coal businessman from Balikpapan, East Kalimantan. He was forced by the boss to stay in Bali until the ceremonial inauguration of the resort was completed.

Despite sitting at the VVIP table, amid the excitement of people who are enthusiastic to watch the slideshow of the entire resort building from the outside to the inside, from various angles, very detailed without exception, without exception, but his heart was somewhere else. One city he missed because of 6 months of nomads to various cities at home and abroad.

Bandung. This is the city he misses right now. He really misses Abah and Umi who became his adoptive parents, longing for the atmosphere of pesantren that cools his heart. Kangen kodpar with Satya his best friend and business partner, also kangen against good friends plus somplak, Arya and the gank. Anyway, the longing is very difficult to describe with the city of Bandung words. He wanted to fly right now.

"Mas Mizyan." A colekan on the arm accompanied by a greeting, making Mizyan's mind wander back on its axis.

"Yes?!" Mizyan looked at Fahmi with a frown.

"Ready yeah. Later the boss will call Mas to the top (stage)."

Mizyan only realized that Gionino Kemal, whom he used to greet Bang Kemal was no longer in his seat. It looks like the 45-year-old boss is walking towards the middle of the stage, receiving a mic given by the MC.

"I?! tanyanya was not sure. "Why what?"

Fahmi who is the secretary of Bang Kemal just shrugged his shoulders. The focus of both now leads to the stage as the owner begins to give a speech.

"Last, I want to introduce a cold-handed figure who managed to make me proud of the various works that have always been amazing including this resort. I introduce the architect of this beautiful The Latansa Resort. The one and only, Mizyan Abdillah...."

Accompanied by the applause of the guests, Mizyan stepped confidently towards the stage. It was unexpected that Bang Kemal would promote it in front of such an important guest. Really great marketing. A free advertisement to attract jobs. And he should thank the royal boss.

"Bang, I'm not following dinner. Go back to Bandung and order a ticket." Mizyan refused the invitation to bang Kemal when the event ended at sunset.

"There is no rejection. You have to dinner with brother!"

"But bang..."

"Ah, you are this. Who is in Bandung? I don't have a boyfriend either. Especially the little brat...."

Fahmi who also walked side by side following the steps of the fast Kemal bang towards the office room seemed to stumble a smile. "Boss can't be resisted" he whispered in Mizyan's ear.

Mizyan took a heavy breath and exhaled it violently. Failed the flight tonight. An hour later the plane took off, but he was still in Nusa Dua accompanying the boss of Kemal dinner.

"Bule, do you really want to go back to Bandung tonight?" Kemal looked at Mizyan who was sipping coffee. Bule is Kemal's favorite call for Mizyan so familiar and already considered his sister. Because the face with a sharp nose and thin lips is obvious if he is a blaster.

Mizyan. "Udah is not perfect, Bang. Tomorrow it's all."

****

Bandung

And Mizyan smiled with a face of sumringah once out of Husein Sastranegara airport at the time when the clock showed almost midnight. He headed for a standby taxi in the parking lot that would take him home to the apartment. No matter the cold night air that pierces the skin. Plus the asphalt road is wet because suddenly it rains spatter.

"Many sweet bitter memories in Bandung. Started to set foot there as a vagrant. And be a witness to me being reborn as a 'new man'."

His answer made Kemal give a surprise. He was taken back to Bandung by private jet. Several times he thanked her and hugged the royal boss because he was so happy.

Mizyan dropped her body on the bed after cleaning herself up. Smelled the fragrance of softener from sheets and blankets as a new sign replaced. He was not worried despite leaving the apartment for long. There are people who are believed to clean the place. Tiredness and fatigue make him quickly fly to dreamland.

Having only had a glass of water, Mizyan rushed to leave the apartment after morning prayers. If only he did not install the device on his phone, it could be that he would wake up during the day.

He wanted to pursue a study on Sunday morning that began at 6 am and is usually filled by abah. The distance from the apartment to the boarding school range of 12 km is taken only in a short time because the morning road is still empty and he drives at high speed.

The pesantren gate is wide open with two-wheeled vehicles and four-wheeled vehicles running slowly entering the parking area. The red sports car he was riding looked striking and began to be the center of attention, especially the people who looked smiling while whispering with colleagues. They already know who the owner of the car is because Mizyan is so popular throughout the pesantren. Especially if it is not because of his physical appearance and the title of convert he bears.

"A Iyan...."

"Hore Aa Iyan is coming. Thank God, God!"

A 22-year-old fat man approached Mizyan who had just got out of her car in a cream trouser suit and white cocoa shirt wrapped around her athletic body. Making some worshipers can not bear to not glance at him when he walked towards the mosque.

"Healthy, Do?!" Mizyan patted the shoulder of the young man named Dado who was gleefully kissing his hand. He is the one who Mizyan believes took care of her apartment while away. He also had a place to stay in the pavilion pavilion pesantren given by Abah who was also entrusted to Dado to care for and clean it.

"Thank God, Aa. Dado mah healthy and more fat hihihi..."

Mizyan smiled and ruffled the hair of the young man with the ability of a minimalist brain. The boy Abah brought to the bus terminal 12 years ago was crying because he was abandoned by his father. Although 10 years studying in pesantren, not many lessons that can be absorbed. More and more memorization actually makes dizziness and vomiting. One advantage of Dado's figure is that he is honest. So Mizyan asked permission to make Dado his assistant.

"At later abis review to the room ya!"

"Why what?" Mizyan who was just sitting cross-legged in the front row looked at Dado who was sitting at his side with a shrunken forehead.

"Seuer nu sent (many who sent) gifts. Ti (from) Nurul, Sri, Princess, Yu...."

"Sshh, let's start." Mizyan stops Dado, who is passing on the names of the gift-givers with her fingers. Because Ahmad who he called Abah, who has become his adoptive parents, is now sitting in a chair facing the congregation where the Brotherhood is on the ground floor and the court is on the 2nd floor.