Lembanyung

Lembayung Dusk

Returning to school today is the least interesting thing as it used to be. Although the pre-arrangement has not decreased since the incident, even in ninth grade he was back in the seed class. Even so, bullying against him still continues to come every time. He can only avoid. And the goal right now is to graduate with the best grades. Deeva is actually trying to ignore all that and focus on her final exam which is just a few months away. But his melancholic side refused to be silent, his little heart was so uncomfortable.

"Patient Deeva, just let them be. It means they envy your good side. Everyone has their lack side. But from all that it is better to focus on the good side of the person. That's if Bude you know .. "obviously Bude in the school cafeteria after school.

"Yes, Bude. Deeva will try to be the best. Thanks for the advice of Bude"

"Yes, be careful on the road"

The sweet girl smiled. He returned down the cobbled streets to the house where he lived. Just as heavy as his footsteps towards school.

"Deeva .." call someone.

"Comm, Nince ... Where are you from?" ask Deeva

"This was your mother telling me to make up for the drugs at the pharmacy"

"Medicine? Mother sick?"

"Damn... Actually I can't say. But your mother's condition wasn't so good these few days. He was a doctor this morning and I was told to make up for the cure at the pharmacy"

"Yes, God ... What sick mother?"

"I don't know, Deeva ... "

Unfinished Nince continued his words, Deeva had already run in search of her Mother. He finds Ruz asleep in his room. His face was so calm and peaceful. Deeva looked at the peaceful face of the Mother.

"Deeva, let your mother rest" take Nince out. They both left Ruz's room. Deeva returned to her room. By late afternoon Deeva was back looking for Ruz.

"Bun ..." call him

"Hmmm... "

"Mother is okay?" deeva asked slowly.

"What do you care, Deeva? Wouldn't you be happy to see your Mother like this?"

Huuzha....

"Bune ... Forgive Deeva. Deeva can not be a proud child Mother, but at least Deeva does not want to disappoint Mother. Deeva believes deep down Mother would want Deeva better than today" Deeva said.

"Then don't ever show your face again in front of me, Deeva. I don't want to see you here anymore. You always remind me of my dark past. Your stubborn and insistent nature and disposition is exactly what your father was. I don't like that"

"Whether you like it or not, Deeva remains the flesh of the Mother. Regardless of who Deeva's real father is"

This time Ruz was silent. He only looked at the pretty face of his only daughter. It was true, deep down, the scathing words, the mockery even the slap she gave Deeva was for her own good. Ruz can never be honest with his true feelings. He pretended to be strong and tough in front of his daughter.

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Bruinskkk ...

Suddenly Ruz fell while holding his stomach. The sweat of his ringing. Shaky hands. Some of his foster children carried Ruz into his room. The breath is short when laid on the bed.

Deeva, who was contacted immediately, asked for permission to go home first. He was very worried about his mother's condition. The run is getting tighter so that he immediately arrives home and meets Mother.

Braaakk...

"Mother .." he shouted

"I didn't ask you to come here. Go" replied Ruz coldly.

"Mother why? What sick mother?"

"Deeva asked permission to go home early, Bun. Deeva's worried about the state of the mother"

"If you care about me you shouldn't be here at school, stupid boy. Go awayl. I'm lazy to see you!!"

"Bun ..."

"Go!!" Ruz turned his face away.

Adeeva is very sad. He went out to calm himself. His feet continued to walk along the city's suburban streets. The cold wind was not felt. Without realizing it he reached the edge of the beach not far from a star hotel in his city. Still wearing her school uniform, Deeva took off her shoes and walked along the beach with her bare feet.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." he cried out to the sea.

Throw out all the knuckles and tightness in his chest. Release all the pressure in his tiny brain. Unknowingly she started crying. And growing sobbing. Until his legs are no longer strong standing and then sitting on the beach. Deeva wiped her tears. Sighs her breath hard. Straighten his achy legs on a moist stretch of beach sand. Sunlight was ringing at the end of the twilight, inviting orange vines with it.

"Toook. "a shell of a shell hits his cheek.

The sweet girl rubbed her cheeks slightly poignant due to the shell spit that hit her cheek earlier. Deeva looked at her right. A young man stood beside him. His body was tall, his shoulders wide and his hands were stocky. His shirt and trousers made his masculine impression even more pronounced. Deeva furrowed her brows, she did not know the man at all.

"Why did you throw this shell at me?!" bully Deeva.

"It's so bad that you're little sister" the man's smile widened to see Deeva growling at him.

"Little sister?! Just delicious!! Since when have you been my sister?!"

"Since this moment, sweet sister"

"Don't change people's names. I'm not your sister. And I don't know you. Strange man" Deeva lays out her protest.

He took his shoes and rattled them, his face still frowning in the light of the incident.

"Hey, little sister ... "

Deeva stopped and looked. It felt like he was throwing those shoes at the prankster. His heart was sullied like that by that unknown foreign man.

"You're prettier when you smile, baby" she said.

His face turned red hearing it. Deeva pulled the tip of her lips slightly. Her face did look even prettier with that smile she carved. Aware of her being noticed, Deeva quickly passed from the place.

"You are more beautiful when you smile like that, my little clam" said the man, turning around.

He went back to his hotel room. Agra Roberto Meshach, the second son of the Meshach family, a handsome young businessman. An important meeting with his client makes him stay at a luxury hotel that presents beautiful beach views.

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Deeva got to her room and cleaned up. After dressing well, he laid his body on the bed. His mind goes for a walk around the time of the shadow that is so memorable. The handsome man he had met earlier gave him a different impression.

"You're prettier when you smile, honey"

Those words ring in his ears. This time there was a man who called him dear.

"Who is that man?" his inner.

"Baaahh... If only I wasn't so emotional. Ahhhh... Why am I thinking about that guy"

"City ... Deeva ... Please ... Don't be stupid he's just a prankster who bothers you. Don't think of anything. Sleep...!!!" tell it to yourself.

He closed his eyes, trying to run towards his beautiful dreamland. Hope tomorrow will be more beautiful than her dream tonight.

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