The Secret Admirer of Dusk

Angga's Memory

Angga shrieked his throbbing temple, as a shadow of a beautiful woman danced in his mind. A very beautiful woman with wide eyes, a sharp nose, tiny lips accompanied by dimples, clean mature brown skin is clearly illustrated in her memory.

The light brown kebaya that wrapped the girl's slender body made her look even more graceful. Angga also looked at him with an adoring look.

The boisterous applause from the many people present made the atmosphere even more festive.

"Congratulations, Mr. Angga and Mbak Seruni. Finally, this event can be held without any obstacles," said one of the men and women who dressed as people.

That is with the man who wears a long batik with formal pants, and the woman wears a kebaya like Seruni.

"Thank you very much for the presence of Mr and Ms. Camat in our simple event," said Angga reply to the hand of Mr. Camat, a thin smile decorating his lips.

"Don't go down, Mr. Angga. All of this is a very extraordinary thing. In our town, there is only one place like this. Hopefully with what Mr. Angga and Mbak Seruni try, can advance this xx Village," said Mr. Camat.

"Once again thank you very much for the presence of Father and Mother. Your presence makes the inauguration of the Tourism Village xx becomes more lively," the soft voice of Seruni melodious in the ears of Angga.

After the departure of Father and Mother Camat. Angga and Seruni looked around, many of the residents who laughed cheerfully enjoyed the mountains that were distributed at the event. Continued with the burning of fish released on the dams around it.

The opening ceremony of the park in the village was attended by almost all villagers, not least Mbah Kakung and Mbah Putri Harso who stared proudly at his first grandchild.

While others are busy burning, some are still fishing to get their burnt materials. Angga took Seruni to the park that had just officially opened, they sat in one of the small gazebos on the side of the road. It means not too into the park, so as not to get a bad look from the residents.

It is not funny if the pioneer of the establishment of a tourist village caught wet again mojok alone, what the world says later. On that good occasion, Angga expressed his feelings for the girl who is a village flower, call it Karang Kembang Village. Abisnya not good is called the village xx continues, kayak in news broadcasts only.

"Germany, will you be my lover?" Angga said after speaking and berbasi a bit long, if too long later stale really.

Although there is a little fear and doubt in Angga, fear will get rejection from Seruni. But he made up his mind to try his luck on his good day. Angga actually had planned it long before the day H.

"Since we met a few months ago, I've been interested in you. You're a nice girl, gentle and polite. But that's not what makes me like you," Angga stopped his words, he turned to the girl beside him and smiled.

Seruni who got the question as well as the statement was shocked, but could not hide the radiance of happiness on her face. The girl who was looked at in such a way by Angga, became misbehaved. His head was embarrassed.

Angga looked back to the front, not wanting to make Seruni nervous for long. Although he himself is also very nervous, more than if dealing with his important clients though. But he can still master the situation and hide his grooves.

"Whatever because of what, I don't know either. Obviously, I feel comfortable with you. I'm happy to see your smile, I'm happy when you laugh. Is that not a feeling of liking?"

Seruni fell silent, he only assented in his heart. Because honestly he was doing the same thing.

Seeing that Seruni did not answer anything, the man continued his words, "if you are willing, we can get to know each other better. And one day if we're both ready, we can move on to a more serious level,"

Silence fills for a while, only the sound of crickets and frogs is heard occasionally. Angga decided to ask again.

"How, Seruni? Are you ready, or not?"

The girl smiled and nodded, "If Mas Angga is serious. Runi wants to, Mas."

Angga laughed happily, reflexively he wanted to hug Seruni but realized that he had not been muhrim and the situation was not supportive. Finally he just stood up and jumped small, do not forget his hands are clenched and the words "yes" and "yeah" ejected from his mouth.

Seruni chuckled amusedly watching Angga who was as excited as a child. The rarity of being able to print clear dimples on both cheeks of the girl, again made Angga again fascinated.

"Absmacked.. I'm fascinated.."

"What's new, don't forget the taxes!" One of the young men represented his friends.

"That's the same tax on the fishing rod on the burn! Eat it all, be free! No need to pay special today," said Angga who of course heard by anyone who was there, making them all more cheerful.

In the crowd that passed by, there were also Angga's grandparents and both parents from Seruni, of course they also heard and knew what happened. And they did not dispute it, because they felt that Angga and Seruni were both adults, with a note of seriousness in it.

Given their age is not ABG anymore, although not too mature as well, maybe one to two years is enough for the two of them to date to get to know more deeply. And then it continues to a more serious level, namely marriage.

Angga steadily answered seriously, when he got a question from Mbah Kakung Harso. Mbah Kakung was relieved and approved of his eldest grandson's relationship with Seruni, Si Kembang Karang Kembang Village.

Back today at Angga's office.

"Seruni? So you're a pretty girl who always appears in my dreams? Who's always flashing in my memory?" Gumam Angga's.

"What's really going on? Why did I forget about you?"

"Why would I marry that bad woman?"

"Why didn't you meet me when I was about to marry another woman?"

"Why? Why?" Shouted Angga.

"You know, you're all I like,"

"I just like you, Seruni! It's just you, not the others," Angga restores his rough rambang and squeezes it out in frustration.

"I never should have felt happy with that woman. I feel empty even though I don't remember you before."

"My home life feels fake and fake. Fake like that cheap lady."

A furious roar emanated from Angga's stern face. The reality he had just remembered made him fucked up.

"I have to see Seruni,"

"I have to ask and know everything,"

"Yes, right," Angga continued to monologue with himself.

"Because if I ask the woman, there's no way I'll get an honest answer. There's only a lie, and it'll make me even more angry,"

"Arga, come here quickly!" tell Angga to Arga by phone.

What happens if Angga meets Seruni?

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