Love as Beautiful Dusk In Pesantren Season 2

Honesty That Should Be Delayed

"Let's love" Hasan replied with a smile on his lips.

Arum stepped a little faster than usual, sitting between two men who have special feelings and a special relationship with him is not easy and fun.

Arum really felt a dilemma, what would he do and what actions should he choose? Arum stood staring at himself in the reflection of the small glass inside the bathroom.

'What is special about me? why do I keep in touch with men who have brotherly ties?'

Arum rubs his face rough thinking they are both not in his heart, right people say that love can not be forced for years Arum forced his feelings to love Huda, right people say that love can not be forced, but what she gets instead of growing love is trapped by a complicated relationship.

The pity that he followed caused disaster for his own life, now he must be able to find the best way out so that there will be no more misunderstandings or fights in the future.

Long enough Arum stayed in the bathroom thinking about what action he would take, and finally he decided to tell Hasan the truth and explain what really happened to Huda.

With a confident step Arum came out of the bathroom to the living room where Hasan and Huda were.

"Where are the guests, brother?" arum asked confusedly to see Hasan alone in the living room.

"You mean Huda?" Hasan tried to confirm who Arum meant before answering.

"Yes, brother" replied Hasan.

"Oh, he's going to the dorm." Hasan's successful reply surprised Arum.

"Why go to the dorm?" Arum asked again.

"He was selected for a student exchange and for the next six months he will be a student and will help teach the madrassa here" Hasan explained the intention of Huda's arrival at his boarding school.

"Why do you look so upset? is there a problem?" asked Hasan who felt strange with Arum's expression.

"Eh, sister can I be honest?" instead of answering Hasan's question, Arum throws the question at Hasan.

"Honestly? is there a problem? if you are sitting down! and tell me everything you want to say, not in a sniff!" hasan stared fixedly at Arum.

"Sir, actually Ak~" Arum's remark was cut off due to the arrival of a santri who was looking for him.

"Assalamualaikum, Mas Hasan!" call the santri.

"Yes, comein!" Hasan who heard his name called was forced to obey and ignore Arum who immediately stopped talking when he heard Hasan's name called.

"Sorry to disturb Mas" said the santri who saw Arum sitting on the sofa not far from where Hasan was sitting

"It's okay, come in and tell me what's going on you looking for me?" Hasan who did not want to talk directly told the santri to enter the house.

"Outside there are those looking for Mas Hasan" replied the santri.

"Who?" Hasan again threw the question at the santri.

"The name is Mr. Hilman" the santri again answered Hasan's question.

"Have him come here!" hasan's word.

"Sorry sorry, Mr. Hilman is my important client there's something we have to discuss, can you make him a drink for me too?" Hasan, who did not want Arum to leave immediately, told him to make a drink so that Arum would not return to the dormitory immediately because Arum had to explain what he had wanted to explain.

"Okay, Brother" Arum, who did not want to argue or fight, finally chose to agree with what Hasan told him.

"One more thing, if you've made a drink don't go back to the boarding school first, wait for me in my room above! if my business is done I'll call you and we'll continue our conversation here." Hasan continued, who again gave orders to Arum, this way Arum will not return to the dorm before explaining everything.

Arum just nodded in response to all the orders given by Hasan, then waltzed away leaving Hasan who was still faithfully sitting in his place.

Time continued to roll, Arum who had finished making a drink and delivering it to the living room now sat quietly on the edge of the king-size bed in Hasan's room, which is located in Hasan's room, the most boring thing in the world is waiting and Arum feels the same way.

Arum who had just stared at the television that he deliberately turned on now began to get bored, he said, slowly but surely Arum stands looking around the room that looks so elegant and cool with a choice of colors that are not too flashy also not too monotonous like the Men's room out there.

Tok ... tok ....

The sound of knocking on the door surprised Arum who was busy looking around the room.

"Yes, who?" arum asked as he walked closer to the door and opened it.

"Arum's mother is called Umik." Said the santri who was knocking on the door.

"Where is Ma'am?" ask Arum.

"Mbak is waiting in the living room in Umik's ndalem." Answer the santri.

"All right, I'll be there. Thank you for being told" said Arum.

"Yes Ma'am, then I'm sorry." Pamit the santri walked away leaving Arum who was still loyal to stand in the middle of the door.

"Hem," one short answer came out of Arum's lips.

Today may not be Arum's destiny to be able to explain everything, there are obstacles that hinder Arum's intention to explain what he should have explained long ago.

"Sir Hasan!" call Arum after you get to the living room.

"Yes," said Hasan momentarily stopped his activity who was typing on a laptop and turned to look at Arum.

"Sister, I'm called Umik, so I'm peegi first." Pamit Arum with a face melas yanh deliberately show.

The expression of melas that he showed at this time was usually very powerful, Arum used to show it in front of Huda and he would immediately melt at that moment.

"Well, we'll talk about it again tomorrow and you'll have to explain it honestly!" hasan's answer was quite satisfying to Arum, although in Hasan there are a myriad of questions but as strong as he held it because other than Arum who was called Umik, Hasan also had to finish the unfinished work he was doing while the client who had met him had already gone home with a pile of work that had to be completed Hasan.

"Thank you for understanding, then I say goodbye to Umik's house first. Assalamualaikum," said Arum.

"Waalaikum salam" replied Hasan.

Arum again stepped out of Hasan's house with a million feelings residing in his heart.