Happy Fajarini

Episode 3

Today is a little different. Tegar went on his job. For that I prefer to stare at the twilight of the apartment. Although the effect is different, but I still want to be a fan of sky love for twilight.

A gentle wind hit my face. Wiggling the sheets of my hair that were still wet. Although the city air is not that cool, but I enjoy it. I am grateful to be breathing, grateful to be able to stand straight without any flaws, and I am grateful that God has created the Rigid. I'm tough with Tegar. The man of the last eleven years has always been a longing for my love, a dawn of my weapons, and a joyful me. I'm so grateful.

"Hot coffee or ice coffee?" I looked up, then smiled to welcome him.

"No milk coffee?" my many. He shakes the horse and then shakes.

"Yes, I made it, yeah."

"No, I'm just kidding." I then took the hot coffee from Mas Kukuh's hand.

I sipped the coffee quietly. Looking back at the twilight that will soon turn orange. Usually on the beach. Enjoy forty-seven beautiful seconds of twilight. Actually I don't really know how long the twilight has been. I have only read from Tere Liye's book that dusk comes in forty-seven seconds. I don't know when the twilight begins.

Five, four, three, two, one. Dusk perfect drowning. Only the rest of the light implies an orange color. I happy. Twenty-five years ago I was still given the opportunity by God to see His Power in the world. I'm amazed. Thanks, God.

"You are beautiful" said Mas Kukuh suddenly. I didn't realize he was watching me. Blood whizzing crawled up on my face. Embarrassed.

"Thank you, sir." I smiled knot.

The man who bears as my best friend's lover is indeed a warm and mature figure. I think he does fit in with Sukma. One child, one adult. Complement each other. Even I witnessed for myself that their love was so great even though Mas Kukuh's parents never blessed their relationship. But that's love. There has to be sacrifice and struggle to stay together. Although I know, their relationship will be shaken not because of blessing. I fluttered again. I was worried when that day came.

"Aren't you going in?" ask the Strong. I'm shaking.

"Still at home here."

"What is not a lager?" I was about to shake my head, but I quickly nodded. I forgot, from noon my stomach was not filled with rice. We laughed together. He hugged me suddenly. He's weird today. I was amazingly surprised. I tried to take off his embrace, but Mas Kukuh further tightened.

"After a while, Dek. Just two minutes," he said. I'm nodding. He just needs a shoulder. It should be Sukma here. Accompanying the times when Mas Kukuh is being destroyed. Mr. Raden, Mas Kukuh's father a few days ago was rushed to the hospital again. I know how heart-breaking it is to be Steady when a loved one lies helpless. I feel that too. When I was two years old, my parents were the victims of an unknown man's murder. When he was arrested, he was mistaken. A hit man who has no conscience at all.

"All will be well, Mom. Cry if you want to cry." I rubbed his back. But I don't feel my shoulders wet, only her body shaking. I'm getting this hug. It's not just his father's problem. Maybe there's something else.

Two minutes to two hours. It's dark. Mas Kukuh just let go of his embrace. His face was red, his eyes were swollen. Doctors have ruled that his father's age will not be long. Complications of the disease are already very difficult to treat. I was so excited to see the man in front of me. Just this time he was so devastated in front of me. I reached out my hand to help clean up the remains of her tears. I smiled, trying to encourage him.

drrrrt drrrt

It's cloudy tonight, no stars adorn the night. Just a star from the earth's expanse of the city. The sky only presents clumps of clouds like cotton with large capacity. I grunt. Recollecting Rigid. I quickly searched for my phone that I accidentally made silent mode. There were five missed calls.

"I Love you more!" exclaim Mas Steady on Sukma across the phone. I chuckle. Sukma is really the handler of an adult man like Mas Kukuh. They were both really lucky despite their age being eight years apart.

"Why laugh?" The strong came back to me. I just shook my head while holding back the laughter.

"It feels like ABG is." I'm back to chuckling.

"Little bit. Let's go find some food." I'm nodding. Because of the scene of tehek-mehek, so forget to cook. We're moving. I forgot to tell Tegar.

The night is late. Some of God's creatures are resting their bodies to be restarted the next morning. Some are still loyal to hold back tired and do not know the time to survive. I myself am preparing to rest, tomorrow I must return to being a useful human being, to be a strong woman, and to pass through joy and obstinacy. There are no words of sadness or tears in my life. Because I'm tough with Tegar. When with Tegar. But even if I cry, I'll still be happy because that's my name. The words were often spoken loud.

Billions of God's creatures are silent in the night.

"Dec, Raisa's been fed yet?" The baritone sound from behind the door shocked me. Just now my eyes were about to close. I thought he was home. I got up, with slow steps opening the door of the room. Mas Kukuh nyengir while holding fried chicken in his hand.

"It turns out the crybaby can also starve huh," my great-granddaughter.

"Later to add in the shopping money." I just held my thumb. I'm still moving towards Raisa's house, my Persian cat and Hardcore. Raisa immediately meowed to welcome my arrival. Oh, my God, I starved her.

"I'm sorry, Mom." I immediately poured dry food into the food container.

"How many months did he bunting?" Again, Steady surprised me with his mouth full.

"Strong bass go home. If you need food, take it home." I'm getting pissed.

"Yes, yes. Tomorrow don't oversleep the wake. You want to go to dawn, can't wake you up." Mas Kukuh remained with his warm language even though I had just sniffed at him.

"Yes, Mum."

I looked at the figura where Me and Tegar were holding Raisa baby. My lips curled into a smile. "Light, you're the most beautiful goal of my life. Being together is the biggest dream for us. Passing through the gleeful until there is not a single strand of black hair left on our heads. But Hardcore, will all of our dreams remain real in a time of betrayal between us?"

I'm restless tonight. It's been a year. I've been quiet for a year. Hiding all this from Hardcore.