Love At A Dusk

The replacement for Mr. Han

"Sir Han, there's something I've wanted to ask you for a long time. Do you ever feel so sorry for ever living for someone." Anggi's first question when he enters High School. Mr. Han looked at him as a mature figure, just imagine if everyone had lived to get used to the two old men and survived. But, Anggi did not have both and he stayed. Although Anggi's gaze was always bowed down, his heart must be more spacious than anyone.

Mr. Han smiled gently. "What I haven't got, that's what I regret. The only thing I don't get is family."

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Inside the spacious room, there was Fika who sat down and bowed before Anggi. A doctor who suddenly said that he was the younger brother of Pak Han. And hisfather.

Anggi looked steadily at his father at that time. There was something he wanted to say but again Anggi was silent choosing not to say it.

"Tell me, you want to say something, right?" Suddenly his father asked as if he knew what Anggi was thinking at the time.

Anggi looked again. But he still didn't say anything back then. Anggi then looked to his side, whereas Mr. Han would speak on behalf of his heart at that time, but now Mr. Han is gone.

Anggi was completely struck down, his entire sanity could not accept the sad news about Mr. Han. How could? No one will ever be able to replace him.

Fika began to be confused, he was not so comfortable with the situation in the room especially he was a stranger who accidentally existed among the Anggi family.

"You don't go now! Someone's gonna take you home." But Anggi suddenly returned to talk to Fika, for such trivial things Anggi still think of others.

Fika was a little clumsy to receive a brief attention from Anggi, she should not have shown such an attitude. And he was embarrassed because Anggi knew about it.

The doctor sitting next to Anggi he just kept quiet, from earlier there were no words to say. In addition to daydreaming and sad, what else can be done as a sister who has just lost her brother.

"Dad go first!" Rendra then bailed out of Anggi's room.

"Sorry, I want to say something." Fika spoke to make Anggi's attention on him.

"You're really going abroad? Can I know where that is?" Fika immediately questioned a little debate earlier.

"I must be going. It's nothing." Anggi Brief. But after Anggi spoke, Fika seemed to not speak anymore.

"Are you still going to school there?" Anggi asked Fika again.

Fika was aghast in shock, she looked a little thoughtful. "I have no money, my house has also just been confiscated. I'm not sure I can go to school." Fika's tone sounded light, like he was not talking about a big problem, Fika did not show his distress and that attitude made Anggi really feel embarrassed.

"School is there. You stay my friend, I'll help you relax!" Anggi said with a changed style of speech. Sounds a little soft.

Fika immediately smiled, even she began not to feel awkward anymore because she knew Anggi's attitude was not as it seemed from her appearance.

"I'm so ashamed, how can I be friends with a rich man." Fika said it like when she was talking to her friend.

Anggi laughed immediately. "You really can't be grateful, just a little grateful and can accept me being your friend." Anggi. Now that it has changed, Anggi said it with an upright face and full of confidence, he was already blunt with what he wanted to say.

Anggi smiled back, a fleeting sadness that made his chest tight started to spew out slightly along with a loose laugh when talking to Fika.

No intentional closeness, or meeting that occurs because of a plan. Sometimes the story is like flowing water, sometimes it can hold firm in its path or stop and spread to all places.

The chatter that happened inside Anggi's house, between Fika and her there was no longer a boundary that made the two get further or closer, the better it was like this flowing like water.

"Thank you, by the way, you helped me a lot." Said Fika just before she came home.

"It's nothing. Stay lucky!" Anggi looked excited.

Finally Fika has returned home ushered in a police car, Anggi a little can feel relieved because the police will deliver it.

Now there is only him and the doctor who claimed that he was his brother Pak Han.

"Let's get in the house!" Anggi said to the doctor. Hearing Anggi's words made him feel a little relieved and immediately followed Anggi into the house.

"Sir Han always stayed in my room, he would fall asleep on the sofa, or roll out the mattress below. He never made me feel alone. But I pity her and let her have a room next to mine." Anggi spoke as the two walked back to the room.

The doctor not only listened but he also watched around him. Now it is not Anggi who will feel fear, but he will be scared to death. He could not stay away from Anggi because it could have been that the guards suddenly killed him.

"That's his room, you can rest there too." Anggi stopped in front of a door, indeed the location of his room was very close but still separated from the wall and it was too scary.

The doctor did not react when Anggi showed him the room. "You can sleep there, right?" Ask Anggi back for a second time.

The doctor shook his head. "I don't trust anyone, and I can't sleep there." He said a sign of fear.

"Well, you can sleep in my room too. Mr. Han had already kept all his needs there as well." Finally Anggi easily decided a decision for a person he still could not trust.

Both of them walked into the room. "Sir Han is usually there." Anggi. Unable to bear with all the memories that he could not possibly forget, Anggi again cried because of the reality he could not accept.

Seeing it was like he had made himself feel sadness earlier as well. The doctor seemed to be sitting helplessly on the floor, he was the one who was most saddened because he was his biological brother Pak Han. In a time like this he could not easily accept that bitter reality.

Anggi sat together with the doctor side by side while leaning against the room wall.

"My best brother, he thinks about his sister all the time, gives me a lot of money when I'm a doctor." He said to Anggi.

"Sir Han, he was always the most able to speak for me. Sometimes I don't say a lot of things, and he talks about it for people."

It does not feel that short as the two are familiar, starting with telling each other.