The Enchantment of the Former

The same twilight

Fattan seemed to let out a long sigh, as she tried to contact her lover and there was no answer. The call was connected but the woman ignored it. He still tried to contact Shazna several times, and the results were the same.

The man was seen rubbing his face rough with eyes can not be separated from the cellphone screen that is still lit. The name "My Love " was seen on her phone screen.

" Yang, please lift dong. I know I was wrong. I'm sorry, but don't be fooled I'm a gini".

A series of short messages that Fattan wrote on the green application.it looks two ticks there, but unfortunately some time waiting for the tick is still gray, never turning blue.

Fattan stared desperately at the screen of her phone. The sun appears to be beginning to rise to the west. But the man was still standing riled with a gaze that could not be separated from the phone. I don't know how many times he tried to contact his girlfriend. But there is no answer.

Until finally the man chose to contact Mama and ask for help to connect himself with Shazna who he thought was angry at him.

Ringing to three, the voice of the mother entered the handsome doctor's ear drum.

" Hello Ma", greet Fattan when the phone is connected.

" Yes Tan, Tumben remembered Mama", said the mother who was rarely contacted by her son. Fattan grimaced to get a word out of Mama.

" Sorry Ma, Fattan is busy, it's so hard to signal here. So Fattan rarely calls Mama", Fattan hears the sound of a whisper from her.

" Yes son, mama knows. The important thing is that you are healthy and well. But if you can you should take a little time to contact Shazna. I know long distance relationships are not easy. Don't let the events that used to happen" said Mama across there make Fattan worried. The man looked up, looking at the sky which began to show an orange color.

" That's Ma's problem" Fattan's voice sounded soft, but still clearly in Mama's ear.

" What's up?", asked Mama softly, after hearing the child's limp voice.

" Fattan today forgot to call Shazna because it was too busy. And it seems that Shazna is angry with Fattan Ma", Fattan's desperate voice makes Mama sigh.

" He won't pick up the phone from Fattan" Fattan said.

" Yes, Mama called him first" said Mama who knew the worries of the son. A smile spread on the young doctor's lips.

" Your bottom" said Mama in a voice that sounded holding a smile. No waiting for long connection to be cut off.

Fattan walked towards a large tree, choosing to sit there. With a cell phone that does not leave his hand. His face looked at the sky which now left a tinge of orange. On the western horizon is seen the sun which only appears partially.

His mind wandered, running around at a time when he was still in a gray uniform. The twilight reminds her of her lover. When the two were together, they often spent time at the beach. Looking at the beautiful twilight.

A faint streak of smile was engraved on the lips of the man. He misses, misses the same woman who never once disappeared from his heart. A love that traps itself in a heart that it can never change.

The ringing from his phone made Fattan wake up from the daydream. The screen of the phone is on. The name of the mother is there.

" Yes Ma, how ?", the question just slid from the lips of the handsome man. There was a hopeful tone heard in the ears of the woman who had given birth to him.

" Mama's phone is also not lifted", said from across there make a guy who has been sitting straight, hoping to get news from the lover.

" You just calm down, then Mama will find out. Maybe he's just busy". Mom tried to calm the child's heart.

" Yes Ma", Fattan's reply was uninspired. After a short conversation, Fattan hung up.

With a blank look, the man stood up. Staring at the twilight that slowly disappeared. Carrying a worry that was still lingering in his chest.

" Are you all right, dear?", the lips blurted out, while the eyes looked up at the sky. Which began to shadow the dark. The face of the woman he missed.

Fattan's lunglai steps away from the place where she used to communicate with her lover. Leaving a million shabbiness that makes a tightness in the chest.

On the other hand, there stood a woman staring at the high seas. His short hair fluttered in the wind. Every now and then his pecking feet stood on the shore swept away by the waves. His eyes stared at the sun that was beginning to disappear into the night.

In a different place, the pair of lovers were staring in the same direction. Enjoying the same twilight with the same distress, even for different reasons.