Dusk Rainbow

Ghost-candidate

Eheeemms

Deheman's voice broke Alisa's daydream, the girl lowered her head, hiding her tear-soaked eyes. Other than family, Alisa doesn't want anyone else to witness her downturn.

"Alfan," exclaimed Andre who was beside Alisa. As a friend of the Great doctor, om Andre quite know Alfan as an independent and responsible figure. No neko-neko and always obeying his parents.

"For Om, Aunt," said Alfan to Alisa's parents.

"Who are you here with?" ask Andre, spread his gaze towards the back, there was no one there but Raisya with Devan and Anggia.

"With father and mother, they chatted with Mother Sabrina in Mahesa's father's room."

Om Andre must understand.

"Hi, Lis. How are you doing?" tanya Alfan started to spit. From the bottom of his heart, he was eager to see Alisa.

"I'm better." His hands were clinging to each other right in front of his chest.

"Om, Auntie, can I not meet Alisa?" alfan asked doubtfully. Actually, he has no plans to approach the girl, but because of the encouragement of his cursed friend, forcing Alfan to turn his brain. He did not want to lose to Devan, who conquered the heart of Alisa.

"Happyly, may your presence make it better." After a long time now om Andre felt calm when Alfan approached his daughter.

Aida and Andre choose to leave, making room for Alfan who seems to bring a new atmosphere.

Alfan sat on the chair beside Alisa. Both are looking in the same direction. However, with a different view.

"Do you see the sun?" alfan asked, pointing towards the warming sun. Dividing the light for all God's creation.

Slowly Alisa looked up, staring at the finger Alfan pointed at. Her lips are still tight. But there was a little color that made his heart touched, he commented a smile when he heard Alfan's endless chattering.

Turns out he's very funny.

Huh 

Alfan exhaled a rough idle, turning again towards Alisa who again revealed her flat face.

"I'm like a herbalist, but no one's buying" Alfan said softly. 

Alisa turned her head to look at Alfan's face from the side, then returned to the front as Alfan began to realize what he was doing. 

Inadvertently, Alfan caught the food that was still intact and grabbed it.

" You haven't eaten yet, have I bribed you?" bargain Alfan.

Alisa shook her head without a sound.

His stomach was completely unable to accept anything including the porridge that was currently in Alfan's hands.

"If you don't eat, it's going to get worse. If it gets bad, die. You will be buried, do you not think about the fate of those who love you? Aren't you thinking about the fate of Aunt Camelia who will definitely be ruined because of your departure?" Alfan paused his words, breathing the soothing morning air.

"If you don't want to eat alone, we're joinan. I bribe you, after that replace me, and so on until it runs out."

Alfan raised his hand, facing his palm towards Alisa's hand. He continued to look for a point that could make Alisa comfortable.

"We need tos first," Alfan asked.

Alisa's hand was still clasping tightly, besides Devan, Alisa was not close to any man, only Devan was the only man who was able to penetrate the heart of his heart when he first met.

Forced Alfan to lower his hand back after not getting a good reception from Alisa.

"No papa, next time just his tos, after we're kosher," teased Alfan then.

Alisa was surprised, she looked at Alfan's face which was also staring at her.

"What do you mean?" alisa asked weakly and quietly, but Alfan could still hear her clearly.

Alisa stared at the look of Alfan's eyes that looked serious, her heart that felt dead suddenly fluttered. It was as if he had doused back and found something new in his life.

"I think we've met at Syakila's wedding," Alisa switched the conversation.

"That's right, and it looks like from now on during the night we'll see each other a lot" Alfan continued.

At least he did not give Alisa a chance to avoid his crush.

Silence again, Alisa permeated Alfan's speech.

"What, are you willing to accept my offer?" alfan asked the second time, and it made the atmosphere even more awkward.

Alisa tried to push the wheelchair she was in. However, it was immediately prevented by Alfan. The man knelt down in front of Alisa until his eyes could trace every inch of Alisa's face. For the sake of the marriage of friends, for the sake of Alisa's healing, and for the sake of strengthening her heart not to pin-plan, Alfan tried to be sure of his words this time.

"Lis, I know you haven't forgotten Devan, I'm nothing compared to him, but trust me I'll make you happy in my own way."

Alisa's eyes glazed over, she knew that Alfan was very serious, but it wasn't as easy as turning her palm to accept another man. Moreover, Alfan is Devan's best friend, the former.

Alisa could not say, sweet memories were always present if the name Devan was heard.

"Can I borrow your phone?" pinta Alfan raised his hand in front of Alisa.

Alisa was still silent and reluctant to take her flat object that was on her lap.

"Can I borrow it?" repeat Alfan again. 

Alisa nodded small.

As soon as Devan opened the gallery and erased Devan's photos that were still scattered everywhere, he left no trace of his best friend there. 

"Why is it removed?" alisa Protest. 

"Now the replacements are filled with our photos." 

Alfan bowed, aligned his face with Alisa's pale face and took a picture of her.

"Now replaced with our picture alone."

Alfan immediately replaced the wallpaper with their photo.

"Oh Allah." Alfan gulped his saliva with great difficulty upon hearing that familiar voice from behind. He quickly put Alisa's phone in place.

Alisa turned her head, looking at the beautiful woman wearing a green robe the bottle landed her hand on Alfan's ear which made the empress grimace.

"Awww.Mother, sick," lamented Alfan holding Mother's hand. 

"He said for a moment, but long for mercy, mother to the tingling wait."

After being satisfied, finally mother let go of her jewelry and turned to look at Alisa who smiled little.

"There's Alisa." Mother Sesil extended her hand which was immediately accepted by the girl.

"Include, Lis. This is your future father-in-law" said Alfan rubbed his ears that felt pained.

Mother Sesil scrunched her forehead, Alfan's confession reminded her of the narcissist and her husband who continued to recognize himself as a future wife before being accepted.

"Have you any talent, would you dare to acknowledge Alisa as a future wife?" challenge mother Sesil.

Alfan giggled and put his lips close to his mother's ears.

"I can make many grandchildren" whispered Alfan.