The Soulmate Must Meet

Episode 4 - Waiting for Dusk

I looked into his eyes. A middle-aged man with a thick mustache, and smoked a clove cigarette in front of the house. Who her? I've never seen it, at all. Breath was still wheezing, after running with all his might. However, I also force this foot to step, towards the veranda of the house.

The man stared intently, as I stood in front of him. Mother out of the house, her clothes are neat, wearing high heels, combined with capri pants. Like a virgin, she looked at me, an unusual look. I just lowered my head, then walked past them, though inwardly wondering, where is mom going? Usually, he goes after maghrib.

When I got home, I heard them talking, but it was not so clear. Then I approached the window, wanting to hear what they were talking about. However, the sound of the mother's steps went inside. Immediately I sat down on the sofa, pretending to open my shoes.

“Still have money?” ask mother. His eyes were still fierce to see me, with a cigarette billowing in his mouth.

I just shook my head. Mom went into the room, my eyes followed in her footsteps, after entering. I peeked at the man, he was very relaxed, as if he was in his own house. Sometimes he drinks coffee that has been provided by the mother, then smokes his cigarettes very delicious. I see, there are sweat drops from the back of his neck, it seems like he is indeed resting, may have done a tiring thing.

“This!” my mother's voice surprised me.

I turned around, and I trembled to receive hundreds of thousands of red money, as many as three pieces.

“For one month fare!”

After she gave the money, she went out and sat down next to the man. His eyes, glancing at the window, he knew I was peeking. Then, in a hurry I entered the room. I don't have to interfere in mom's business, it's rude. That's what I remember when I was a little girl, when my mom received a male guest at home.

But this time it was different. The man was so different, my heart felt that I was close to him. It was as if I had seen it, but where? I had dejavu in the room, my eyes looking up at the ceiling of the room, while occasionally reopening the memories, of the man smoking in front of the veranda.

Aha's? I seem to remember, the man's face appeared as I waited for dusk on the edge of the window, inside this room. Back then, when I was seven. But, she was not mustachioed as she was now, she was tougher, unlike before, a grim face if she looked at me. I pulled my body out of the bed, then sat by the window. These eyes looked at the sky, I saw the clouds still white, but a reddish hemisphere appeared to the west.

It was late afternoon, like before. I saw the man at dusk, whether he was a man born from dusk, and opened up all the mysteries that pervaded my life.

“Anggun! Door lock!”

Mom's screams surprised me, breaking everything in my mind. I came out of the room, the mother and the man were already lost on the porch. Probably been down the narrow alleys in this town, heading somewhere.

I stood in front of the house, the sunlight was golden. Shining my body, the twilight I was waiting for, was now increasingly giving a new story, with mysteries that were getting more complicated. Should I not care about Mom's life?