Short Story (Cerpen)

Dusk Girl

Category: Mystery Short stories

Title: The Dusk Girl

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First twilight.

I put my foot on the front porch. Today I just moved out of my old boarding house. I had wanted to move for a long time but only this time was my intention accomplished. My old boarding house was far enough from campus that I had to spend almost an hour commuting every day to commute back and forth to campus. Even so, my new hostel is no better than the one before. I had to share this narrow room with two of my friends. It doesn't feel like lingering in there. I'd rather be like this. Sitting selonjoran on the porch, only wearing a cloth while fan-fan. Enjoyinge…

My campus is quite close to the airport. I could see the plane flying low over my head. The planes were like mosquitoes, pacing back and forth at all times without caring about me who was resting. As I looked up my head, looking for the plane whose roar was deafening, my gaze was fixed on the figure above. In the attic that adjoins my place. I could not see his face clearly because it was blocked by his hair.

Dusk 5th.

This afternoon, as usual I saw the girl sitting in her attic. His long black hair was always like that. Covering part of his face. Until now, I didn't know exactly what place it was. Who let me in there? Even if I just stand in front of the garage they can cause a big question mark. Who her? What does this have to do with the hostess? Maybe that's how they'll think. Me? I am the me. My relationship with them? There aren't. I was just their new neighbor about four days ago. My hostel is only two steps from where they live.

Speaking of the girl sitting in the attic, I was always curious about her. I wonder what he does there every afternoon. After the Asar Adhan until the sound of a tadarus from my campus mosque which means soon Magrib arrived. Nothing special indeed. I don't think she's so pretty. Yes, because 'for me' that beautiful person will still look beautiful even from the end of the world. Don't protest! I've confirmed this only in my opinion.

Today my observation of his activity has made considerable progress, even if it is only one step. It turns out he was reading a book. I don't know exactly what the title of the book is. More precisely I don't want to know. Not important. After I thought there was nothing special either. What do you think someone who would do in the attic other than read a book or pretend to read a book? It doesn't seem to exist.

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It should have been the 10th twilight today I saw him pensive up there. Uh, don't get me wrong! I never counted it intentionally. I'm just following my calculations staying at this new boarding house. Haven't I lived here ten days - with two of my best friends? Today, the weather is not friendly. The rain has not stopped since noon. A strong wind shook the banana trees in my neighbor's yard. The sound of thunder combined with the roar of a death-defying plane in the air. The situation is very chaotic. May he not be sitting there - my prayer in my heart.

Dusk 19th.

Hey look! What's wrong with that girl? Is he crying? What a remarkable development from my observation! Aah, it doesn't seem. I can guess this story from the beginning. People who love to cry themselves and even laugh at themselves. This story is no longer interesting. Why should there be any crying scenes? Why do I care anyway?

As I moved in after hearing the prayer, I felt something fall on my shoulders. I thought there was a lizard falling. Honestly, I hate lizards the most. Fortunately not. It's just a little explanation.

Dusk 23rd.

'I want to meet him.' My words are timid.

How not to be afraid? Five pairs of eyes simultaneously blurted out his sinister gaze in my eyes. I understand the meaning of each of those gazes. A pair of eyes on the right end implies vigilance-hey indeed I want to change what? The two pairs of eyes beside him looked at me without blinking, as if wanting to strip me from my toes to my hair with a sharp highlight. The next two pairs of eyes were just curious gazes and asked for an explanation what was coming here? Last pair? Uh, it doesn't seem like he's watching me. He was busy with tablets, pills, capsules or whatever he called it. Perhaps the lover's latest gift or the result of whining to his mother is like a child asking for a toy. Come on, of course I'm not serious! I didn't even dare look at them - let alone stare back at their glare at me.

'He who?' snapped at the far right - who thought I wanted to swing.

'Oh-eh I.he...' I stammered.

Duh**** I'm so damn good. Where do I put my face? Cook just challenged five girls already KO first. I slowly took a deep breath. I closed my eyes for a moment. Uh, who am I dealing with? Hey, you guys think it's easy to face five wild tigers in their enclosure? This was even more difficult than facing those five tigers.

'I want to meet your friend who used to sit in the attic.' I'm firm.

I don't know where my confidence comes from. I can be even more powerful than the five creatures before me. It should be like that, right?

My hair is goosebumps. Are they serious? Could it be that they purposely hid one of their friends? I think there should be six people living there. But I can clearly see the expression of those five faces. Also look them in the eyes. All of them showed astonishment and confusion plus sudden fear. Not a stern look like when I first came. Ah, this could make me really crazy! I re-opened the small fold of paper in my hand.

- I like twilight. I love the red sky. Don't ask me why because I don't have a reason to. I cry because I am happy. I'm happy because there's finally someone who cares about me. It's nice if there's a concern for you, isn't it? But enough to watch me from down there. Don't you ever wonder about me, let alone look for me. And from now on, you don't have to wait for me anymore

I raised my head to the attic. Lookie! He was there. Nah! He's not sitting. He was looking at me from up there. I saw a smile on his lips. Whahuh? She smiling? Oh no, no! I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. I took a deep breath and looked up again. I gasp. Body shivers. Cold sweat washed all over my body. Mom, she doesn't exist!