Waiting At the End of Dusk

Gala lives with Dicko

The plane that Haris and Sita had boarded had already taken off a few minutes ago. Both of them seemed calm, because this was not the first time Haris and Sita boarded a plane.

The class they occupy is in the executive category, the facilities can not be doubted. When it has been above and only seen a sea of clouds from the window glass of the plane, this has been spelled out a very calm phase. They sat facing each other with space for a table in the middle.

"Mas."

"Yes, why sweetheart?"

The eyes of the two meet. But his body still remains leaning on the back of the soft and comfortable chair.

"After you brought me and my parents together. What's your next plan?" sita asked while linking her own two hands which she placed on her thighs.

"I will move you to a place that I think is safe from the reach of Brother Sulthan."

"Until when?"

"Until I get an answer that Sultthan's brother has recovered and forgave both of your parents, especially your father."

Sita immediately pursed her lips tightly. He was stunned as he turned his gaze out the window.

"Are you going back to Australia after we move?"

"Yes, because there's still work I have to monitor there. But just calm down, I'll see you again."

Only a long sigh was exhaled by Sita. He still hesitates to believe that. It turned out that love, did not make him able to trust Haris just like that.

"All right." Sita sat quietly back in her chair. No more words came out of his mouth.

******

After a flight of approximately eighteen hours, the plane boarded by Sita and Haris has landed at EuroAirport Basel Mulhouse Freiburg.

They also got off the plane to the lobby to take care of the visa. After a few minutes, the business was over.

Haris leads Sita to a taxi in front of the arrival lobby. Both got into the taxi.

Haris also took a piece of paper from inside the brown map that had been in his hand. Then mention an appropriate address on the paper. The driver then drove his car.

Along the way, Sita was silent. In his heart was full of prayer. Wish there was a bright spot on the puzzle all along. Sita did not expect much, just an honesty that she had to get.

About ten minutes drive from the airport to the address mentioned by Haris earlier, the car stopped in front of a three-story house and was green. Not fancy and not simple. Perhaps you could say very beautiful, because many trees that surround the house.

Sita opened the window. Look at the building in front of him.

"Are you sure this is his house?" ask Sita with a view that does not switch from the house.

"Yes, according to the information I got. Come down!" Haris gives a few pieces of fractional dollars $50. Then he started opening the door.

"Thank you, sir!" haris said before getting out of the car.

Hearing Haris begin to get off the car, Sita immediately raised her car glass back, then came down. The taxi car left in front of them.

Haris extended his hand to Sita so that it could be held, Sita who realized it gladly welcomed him. The two entered the house through a small gate.

After the gate opened, the two pairs of legs walked a few steps and came to a halt. Their eyes rolled around. Research one by one the objects and trees in the house.

Sita raised a little both corners of her lips. The house looks clean and clean too. Although there are many trees there, but there are no dry leaves and also twigs that are spread there. He might be able to breathe a little relieved, meaning that it was Sulthan who planned all this. The house that his parents live in is still quite decent.

"Brook in!" take Haris while pulling Sita's hand that he held since then. Then, get to the door. The bell rings too.

A moment later, the door opened. A middle-aged woman appeared from behind the door. However, Sita's heart was filled, her eyes staring at the woman's nanar.

The woman's face looked pale. There was no red color on her lips. Not as Sita saw before. There is no makeup attached let alone fragrance. Hollow and tasteless, that is what Sita caught a glimpse from the look of the woman's eyes.

"Mother .." call Sita in a clean voice. Within seconds, he rushed to the woman. Hugged him very tightly.

That woman is still angry. Over time, he hugged Sita. Her tears just fell without excuse.

"Why do you know we're here?" asked the woman with teary eyes, looking at Haris and letting go of her embrace. Sita and Haris are still reluctant to answer. Because they both know they need a good time to talk, and now is not the time.

"Can we go inside, Mother?" ask Haris who asked Rose for permission.

"Yes, yes please." Rose allowed and gave way to her two children to get inside.

Sita was again surprised by the conditions in the house, as well as Haris.

"What is a house this big Mother who cleans it?" ask Sita who does not believe. The house looks neat and clean, like a well-maintained house.

"Yes son, who else if not Mother. Sit down!" rosa exclaimed with her sincere-looking smile.

There is a sense of pride for Sita, because all this time he never saw Rose working hard at home. All the affairs of the house have been handed over entirely to the servants.

If you look around, mother kurusan deh. Only a few days to live here. But if you think of cleaning a house this big joints including a yard that is quite spacious every day exhausting too. But wait ... Where is dad?

"So soon, Mother, bring you a drink."

"Don't Mother, let me take it myself. Mother just sit here. We're not thirsty anyway, are we?" Sita looked towards Haris while glancing. Haris who got the blink of an eye just smiled witfully.

"Yes you're right, honey."

Rose finally sat down with them. Without Sita and Haris knowing, the feeling is now restless. His fingers were unceasingly moving quickly over his thighs.

"Mother why? any problems?" ask Sita who is aware of Rose's hand movements. He frowned and slightly tilted his head.

Rose did not budge immediately. His tongue feels ugly. His heart rate was like a nine-season marathon.

"Where are you going, Bun?" ask Sita back while looking at the other room. Because, the shape of the room on the first floor is only limited by the divider only.

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