Love Lembayung Dusk

Chapter 66 Fire.

The time was eight o'clock at night, when Candra had just parked her car in the yard. Before the car door opened, the phone first rang.

"Hallo, Gus!" greet Candra after reading the name of the caller: and say hello.

"What's? Why could? And what about them?" candra chuckled in shock as she threw the consecutive questions, after hearing the news delivered by a distant person out of nowhere.

"Okay, I'm there now!" Candra disconnects after greeting each other.

Just started the engine of his car, when suddenly the door next to him was knocked on by someone. Lowering the barrier between herself and a woman wearing long-sleeved pajamas and an instant hijab.

"Mas, where are you going?" the mirror, even though the glass has not come down completely. However, the question had already driven Candra to answer immediately.

"There's something I have to take care of" short and dense, but hastily impressed.

"Follow," one sentence without warning was able to hold Candra forward her car and turned to the woman who had been his wife for some days.

"Are you sure you want to come?" ask Candra doubtfully.

"Yes," Dinda replied shortly as she circled the car and immediately opened the door on the other side, sitting quietly beside her husband.

Before running the car, Candra picks something up in the back seat. "Wear this!" ask him to hand over the leather jacket he used to wear.

Without much protest and aware that the night is getting colder, Dinda happily wears it.

"When you came, why did you want to go again?" asked Dinda who was surprised, when she heard Candra's car coming. However, the owner did not enter the house, making his footsteps following to the front porch.

Candra glanced at Dinda for a moment, then refocused on the streets and said, "Good phone call, said there was a house that was on fire," an answer that even raised the question again from Dinda's lips.

"Who's Good? Whose house is burning, Mas?" worries are tucked away along with the words that are thrown.

The more night, instead of quiet even more crowded. The number of vehicles that meet the highway does not necessarily reduce the speed of the car. Keep racing to defend the hustle and bustle of the aspsl road filled with lights from various kinds of lighting everywhere.

The disputant or the one in line, passed smoothly without obstacles even though the rate is deliberately added.

"Good it's also a taekwondo coach, he's my friend."

The speed of the car slowly loosened. Unconsciously the streets are getting denser than before, and the sound of the klapson is mutual.

"Whose house is burning, Mas?" reiterate Dinda, because the questions are not answered all.

No answer has been heard to his question. However, the black smog and a hint of reddish light, along with the faint noise of the people around the scene had taken full attention of the two.

Ignoring questions and answers, as if real evidence has been represented. Candra and Dinda were transfixed by the heartbreaking scenery far ahead.

It is difficult to break through the cars lined up, because some riders there are deliberately stopped and down to capture the moment in the memory of his phone.

"We're getting off here!" candra said after parking her car on the shoulder of the road. Quite far from the scene of the fire, made the two look for a crack through the crowd.

Crowded between vehicles and punctuated by people, forcing them to join each other with Candra as a guide.

"Awas," Candra perspiration when there is a small hole with a minin illumination. His hand immediately stretched out grasping the other hand of Dinda.

They're getting closer, but that's not Candra's goal. He took Dinda to the other side and looked for someone who had told him.

"Where, Mas?" unyielding following the footsteps of her husband.

"Meet Good," replied Candra while paying attention to some of the crowd.

"Bang, Candra," someone's call instantly draws the attention of Dinda and Candra.

Knowing who called out to him, Candra immediately came to him while pulling Dinda's hand.

"Where, Gus?"

"There, Bang." Point well towards one of the residents' houses. Candra nodded in terror, the three of them walked to the house.

"Where's mom, you?" Candra asked a girl who was sitting sad next to her mother. The frail body of the fifty-year-old was drooping on the bed, but its eyes were half open.

Now Candra and Dinda are in a room provided by the homeowner to accommodate a single fire victim. They are welcome to enter the host, after Bagus introduced as a distant relative of the victim.

"Alhamdulillah, good Mas. It's just that mom's back hurts a little bit he said. Maybe because it was lifted quickly and the origin of lift, but it's okay," he explained with a little sad smile.

Dinda silently watched the two without daring to speak, because she did not know the two women in front of her at all.

"Mother sleeping?" ask Candra again as she sees the petals half open.

Candra nodded and glanced at Dinda. "Include me, I'm Candra .. and this is my wife, Dinda."

At once Dinda widened her eyes and looked at the disbelieving Candra who was now embracing her shoulder, because she introduced herself to the girl before them.

Not wanting to be seen that he was surprised, Dinda reached out to get acquainted. "Dinda," he re-introduced himself.

"Zivi, Ma'am," he greeted after standing up.

Instantly Dinda's body was petrified with her memory that wandered without being ruled. An ordinary name, but no stranger to his hearing successfully made his brain work and immediately found the answer.

Looking at Candra with the radiance of questions, or rather demanding the conspiracy of truth presumption from the content of his thought. Her husband also returned his gaze, and was struck by a statement.

"Tomorrow morning, someone will pick you up."

Dinda gasped at what Candra had said just now, and grew flabbergasted as her husband continued his sentence.

"For a while ..you can stay in my house, before it is repaired."

"Thank you so much, Mas Candra, and Ms. Dinda," he said sincerely, "But, what's not bothering you? Maybe, we should just stay here" asked Zivi.

"It's not a hassle at all."

Dinda could not speak, she was still in deep shock.

"All right, honey?"

"Huh?" screech Dinda jerked a little, I don't know what made her shocked. Awareness that came back because of Candra's call, huh? Or because of an unusual call?

I don't know, what is clear is that there are so many things that make him surprised many times.

"I-iya," replied Dinda origin, and she regretted the answer.

There was empathy in his heart for the victims of the fire. However, his instincts were opposite after discovering who the young lady in front of him was.

Dinda admits she is not a naive human being. Although in a state of concern, all he knows is .. the woman is the cause of a problem in his life, and he does not like it.

"Thank you again, Mom ... Ma'am."

"Then we go home first. I'll see you tomorrow" said Candra.

They meet Bagus again before leaving the house, there was a serious conversation between Candra and Bagus. However, Dinda did not listen to him at all, and was busy with her own thoughts.

The situation has been stretched from before, the fire that was burning was completely extinguished. With a gontai step, Dinda lazily followed Candra to the car that brought them earlier.

"Seriously, you want them to stay with us?" finally, something stuck in the heart now came to the surface with the act of questioning.

"Died with us?" Candra again threw the question while stopping her steps and turned to her wife.

Dinda clucked and pulled her hand about to walk again, but held Candra by tightening the handrail.

"They won't stay in our house."

Dinda frowned and left Candra, "But Mas, tell me?" said wonder.

"They're going to live in my house, but not the house we live in" Candra explained.

"But ...," said Candra hanging.

"But what?" insist Dinda.

"Actually, not my house either" said Candra with a grin.

"Then?" Dinda was increasingly confused by the swirling answers.

"Owned by Luna, the wife of Mas Lintang."

"Huh?"

'And for the umpteenth time, Dinda gawked and screamed in shock 😁.'

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