Love At A Dusk

Anggi Life.

When the petals fall off, when the warm sun is already marking the time, the wind blows quietly from one direction, the leaves on the dry twigs again fall.

The seasons have changed, the view of the sun becomes the most anticipated when dawn has come. Sometimes imagine what if you never wake up again shortly after going to bed?

Human fear that does not want to part with time or fate, sometimes refuses to accept, or is angry to calm down. Who knows, how fate can take time and name in one blink of an eye.

The sound of ambulance sirens broke the tension along the streets of the modest residential complex. The young woman was stretchered into the car with blood that had changed the color of her clothes. There was one man there and a boy whom he held tightly.

The car chases time, between life and departure it is like a tissue. The birthday of the little angel is still a tragedy, because the young woman who gave birth to him died on the trip before being touched by the hospital media.

True, it was the birth of Anggi as well as the day of death of his beloved mother who had given him a new life for him, giving him the opportunity to live until time separated them.

The crying inside the ambulance suddenly broke out, the man who looked modest in appearance continued to cry. If only. Suppose he came early, not because of work or money, but because of his responsibility as a husband to look for a penny of luck. Who knows that day because of its delay makes life will be quiet for the next.

The little baby was crying in the room, while his mother's stiff body was already residing in the resting place, the most powerless father remained silent outside the baby's room listening to how the baby was crying inside His face had changed far, far different when a few hours ago, unlike a day ago, everything was far snatched away at once.

Until that day comes, when everything is gone it feels like nothing deserves to live. Whether it was her or the baby. But the cry broke again, the baby who knew nothing more pity than himself, the baby who did not know his fault more pitiful than himself, he said, even at her birth age she never knew how gentle touch of the person who loved her the most, she did not know that feeling.

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In the car that drove down the road Anggi was drowned limp, whether how long he had been crying because no one would ever know that he was crying along the way.

"Tu_" said the driver. He immediately turned around again acting as if he had not seen anything earlier or thought he never knew anything.

"It's here soon." Driver warned.

The big gate had already welcomed the arrival of the two, the latest luxury car came in and stopped at the door of the house.

Anggi got down on his own from inside the car, his face expressionless, cold as ice.

Seeing the sight no one dared to rebuke him, just let Anggi go alone and people also acted indifferently to consider it nothing.

"His birthday, did we come up with a surprise for him?" A waiter approached to plan something.

"Have you left?" Ask.

The others looked at each other and nodded their heads.

"You're working as usual." Then the driver entered the house and went to Anggi's room.

From the outside it can show how Anggi at that time seemed to have fallen asleep on the mattress, his face was so calm and peaceful. The driver did not continue his intention to take Anggi to the funeral. He took a breath and then left.

In a split second Anggi looked awake again, his eyes wide open at that moment. As nothing happened, he rushed towards the study table to pick up one book to read, either will spend how many hours of time for Anggi to read the book. It was just his way, the way he had forgotten every shadow that appeared in his mind.

In his mind it was always inconceivable how he lived to be the sole son of this great house, without a mother and without the nurturing of a woman. Dad is not so like, since the death of his late mother until now even father will never want to hire women especially at home. So the people who live in his house are all men.

In the nurturing and nurturing of all the caregivers, Anggi was finally able to live all the pleasant days without any shortcomings. She was raised and loved by all her home assistants. Until now his loyal driver is the person closest to him, as well as being his caregiver who must have been the person who understands Anggi most more than anyone.

Anggi never asked about his mother, even since he was a child until now. Anggi will also never blame his father who always does not come, I don't know his father's arrival to the house is very calculated, at most 3 times a year.

Life is his gratitude, Anggi vent all those feelings by studying and reading a book alone is enough. No problem or anything, even Anggi also grew into someone who was the wisest, never considered everything different, Anggi would treat everyone the same, no one was much better than him, no one was much better than him, there never was.

But the driver's words were very disturbing. Anggi caught his words well if only his father had loved him since this time. But it feels impossible, it will never be that easy for people to generally accept the cause of death of someone very special in his life. Even though that person is his own son.

I don't know Anggi is too feeling and understanding, even though he knows what makes his father can not accept it he still acts calm and survives in the house even without attention and affection from his parents. No one made him want to dispute all that, if in such a way it would make him fine, why not. He always thought that way without thinking about his own feelings and fate.

Not feeling the time continues to pass, Anggi still survives with the book he holds. His eyes remained focused on reading sheet by sheet, even though the book might have been read almost 5 times, but he would read it just to divert his mind.

"Sir? I want my book again." Shouted Anggi.

Someone came in and handed over the book that Anggi had requested.

Every morning Anggi always used to submit a list of books that he had prepared. He just had to ask someone to take him in the library, and when he needed the book already there.