Waiting At the End of Dusk

Secret painting of twilight

The sunlight began to break through the gaps of the curtains covering the large window panes in the room. The rain had stopped after a night of heavy rain. The room was no longer as close as last night.

Sita woke up from her sleep by opening half her eyes and glancing to the room. Until he looked to the side, it turned out Haris was no longer there. He swerved for a moment while revealing his blanket.

Huh! Am I still fully dressed? Last night wasn't ... ? Oh, my God, where is Mas Haris? Didn't I really hear once last night it was me and her ... ? Aishh!

Sita panicked instantly. Last night, the wedding night ritual was very real to her. In fact, he felt a great pain in his sensitive area as the mengkel banana forcibly broke into the deepest trough of his.

But why does it feel weird? Even the bloodstains were not there. He was just dreaming, but it was impossible! What the hell is it? Thought Sita that way.

Sita finally got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He immediately finished his bath extra quickly, after which he put on his clothes.

He let the hair in the cashew was carelessly attached to his head. Not to forget, the phone that he had previously placed on the nightstand was grabbed and then out of the room.

Sita closed her eyes while taking a deep breath. In fact, the heartbeat in his heart was very fast. He also tried to neutralize it.

The villa looked quiet, Sita saw a large clock mounted on the wall of the living room and can be seen on the second floor it has shown at nine in the morning. He confirmed his steps, looking for the whereabouts of his two men.

His steps then came to a halt when he saw Jundi waving at a black Sedan car that had just left the villa's courtyard.

Who was in that car? Why does my face look so sad? What the hell is going on?

Sita monologues in her heart. Trying to understand the events he experienced with his common sense. Especially about last night, he considers it a very real illusion.

Touch, sound. Uh! Sita is completely out of her control. He felt frustrated, especially the lights that went out. He could not see clearly, the man who had kissed him.

"What are you doing here, Sita?"

Sita surged in shock as she closed her eyes as a hand patted her shoulder. He also looked.

"Dad, since when is it here?" Sita asked back. Jundi frowned at the question Sita asked.

"Father out between your husbands, you really wake up in the afternoon." Jundi sat himself on the living room couch.

"Mas Haris is leaving?" tanya Sita made sure. Jundi gave a nod of his head as he muttered. "No message to Sita? where is Mas Haris going, Dad?" Sita's looking for her father. Now he's really curious.

"Message? Oh .. he said the message he put on the buffet, so nothing else." Jundi's reply felt Sita was quite disappointed. He thinks Haris will send a message through his father. But the assumption is wrong.

"Yes, Sita went to the room again, Dad." Sita then went from before her father to her room again.

Today was indeed his last holiday in the villa and this afternoon, he and his parents and other extended family returned again to Jakarta.

*****

Upon arrival in the room, the buffet is the main target. Sita closed the door again and walked towards him.

A medium-sized magenta box with a gold ribbon stood beautifully there. When it was close, it was not just a box. There are cell phones, ATM cards, car keys and also an orange-clad envelope.

Sita took the envelope first, then she walked towards the bed and sat on the edge. He opened the envelope and took out the contents.

Dear My wife,

Last night was real. But after we finished playing, I suddenly got a call from the office. I was panicking when you fainted. I also asked for help from some servants in the villa to immediately clear everything.

But make no mistake, I gave you a special massage in your core area so as not to hurt after you woke up. I also have dressed you in those pajamas. Great am I? hehe ...

Sorry, I apologize to you again. When you should have woken up, I was still beside me. Because I couldn't leave my job there for long.

Next week, I'll come back to visit you. I'm trying to love you.

Your husband,

(TD)

The Haris Lingga Barista

Her tears instantly dripped after reading the letter from Haris. That means last night, it was real. Thought Sita that way.

He wiped his tears and put a piece of paper and the envelope on the bed. Then he approached a box that had been grabbing his attention.

His eyes widened perfectly when he knew the contents of the box.

"Well, the dress is beautiful. But really sexy ... wait, what is this?" Sita monologues and finds another piece of paper from inside the box.

Next week, you should have moved to the apartment that I have prepared. Oh yes, welcome my arrival with that dress. Don't forget the loh!

Sita pulled both corners of her lips. Out of curiosity, Sita tried it first before in front of Haris later.

He immediately went to the walk in closet. A moment later, he stared in wonder at himself from the reflection of the huge mirror before him.

His whole body was visible, a maroon dress and with two small ropes on his shoulders. Not only that, the back is very beautiful.

Just this time, he saw the positive side that was on himself. Where, he unconsciously said, "It turns out I'm pretty too."

Perhaps from this moment on, Sita should pay more attention to herself. Especially now that she's married. Changing the appearance is indeed the right choice for Sita at this time.

After a long time of reflection. He immediately packed his things into a suitcase.

****

Hours, minutes, and seconds don't seem to roll very fast. The occupants of the villa have entered their respective cars.

The servants had lined up in the courtyard of the villa to do a farewell with their master. The car finally one-by-one left the villa's courtyard.

And so with Sita. Along the way, he turns on the cell phone given by Haris. The phone is very different from the one Sita has. Of course, this Haris gift is the latest output in an increasingly modern era.

For a long time, Jundi had actually asked Sita to change the phone. But, never heard by the child alone the puppet. Because, Sita prefers to linger in front of the laptop, rather than the phone.

...🌹🌹🌹Bonnect🌹🌹🌹...