When Dusk Passes

He Himself...

Azka's intention to stay away from the Lira turned out to be not just a figment of the thumb, evident to the service this afternoon, Azka really subdued her gaze towards the girl. Deliberately avoid if forced to be in the same room.

This was really beneficial actually for Lira, because she did not have to bother anymore to avoid Azka.

But instead of feeling lucky. Lira instead felt that there was something strange in her heart, something was missing. But he doesn't know what it is.

...

The night begins to grip when Azka turns on her motorbike in the parking lot. He slowly walked out of the hospital gate. At first glance he saw the silhouette of a body he knew very well, standing at the base of a lonely motorcycle taxi driver.

Azka's heart melted, eager to get close to the girl. But...

"Nothing, let it go."

" Don't I promise to stay away from her."

" I have to commit to my own promise."

The Azka motorbike is speeding up in the middle of the highway.

His other heart started to whisper.

"No, don't leave him."

"He's alone there."

"He must be worried."

"Let's go back."

Without a second thought, Azka turned around, turning back to the base of the motorcycle. He let his body follow another heart that was whispering to him.

...

Lira began to look anxious, it had been a few minutes he stood there, not a single ojek that passed. He almost cried, squeezed the tip of his white shirt with a huff.

The lira tried to walk on the side of the sidewalk, hoping that a passing ojek would be present and her eyes now began to water.

If only his relationship with Azka was good, of course now he was sitting sweet in the back seat of the Azka motorbike.

"Ashkaaaa...."

"Where are you..."

Hmmmmm...

It turned out that all this time without him knowing, he had been very dependent on the figure of the man.

A small drizzle began to dance in the air, making a beautiful refraction of light when exposed to the rays of street lights.

The lira continued to step her feet rapidly through the drizzle that the darn arrows were raining down on her body. Later,

Tiiit..titt..

The sound of the motor horn stopped Lira's steps, he saw the motor that had stopped right next to it.

A-zkaa !!!!!

" Let's go up."

Lira seemed to think for a moment,

" Don't think much of Ra."

" What are you going up to?? there's no ojek here, it's raining."

Azka seems to know Lira's way of thinking. Then somehow what strange feeling enveloped the heart of Lira, there was a sense of longing that was held back when he saw the face of the person who was on the bike. The face he had been avoiding for almost a week.

Lira finally chose to sit in the back seat of the bike rather than having to stand on the sidewalk.

Azka motorbike drove through the streets a little slow. And sure enough it did not take long for the sky to change the drizzle mode into a heavy enough rain mode.

Finally, Azka decided to pull over her bike and stopped at the courtyard of the grocery store that the owner had closed.

The atmosphere of silence was created, both of them looked clumsy, Lira just stared ahead, saw water droplets falling from the roof that made splashes of water below. At a time like this, he regretted never bringing a jacket.

" You are the one who uses it." He said as he handed the bundle of coats over to the Lira.

" No, let's just say it."

" I'm not papa, let's get dipake."

"You are." Lira is still insistent.

" Do you know what the white clothes are raining?" Azka said with a tone full of emphasis on the girl.

Transparently...

Oh no !!!

Quickly he took the coat from Azka's hands, put a coat on her body.

"Those pants let you wear them." The girl said later.

Azka pulled the tip of her lips so as to form a thin smile that the girl was not aware of.

The rain fell more and more, spilling cubic water to the earth, some roads have been shaped like a stream. Azka and Lira finally desperate to penetrate the rain because it can not be predicted rain will stop when.

Lira saw Azka's body was drenched in the rain, there was guilt created from the Lira's heart. He knew this guy turned around again just to pick himself up, because Lira saw a glimpse of Azka's motor passing him earlier when he was standing at the ojek base.

The motor stops right in front of the Lira's house.

"Ka, go in first yuk." Said Lira when she got off the Azka bike.

" I'm straight on Ra. It's the night."

"Down, your clothes are soaking wet." Pinta Lira's.

Finally Azka came down, with a little run of them towards the terrace of the Lira house.

The door of the house was wide open. it looked like her mother Lira was knocked-up ahead.

" Yeah, get wet all of you guys yeah, wait for mom to get a towel." Said later.

Lira opened her coat, before long she was on the porch with a towel.

" You wait here ya ka." Lira went into her room and then came out again with a jacket.

" Take off your shirt, just wear this. Your clothes are wet." Said Lira softly.

The lira went inside again, letting Azka change her upper clothes with Lira's jacket. Before long Lira appeared again with a plastic bag where Azka wet clothes.

"I'm straight back, Ra, it's night." Azka said while buttoning her coat.

Lira nodded.

" Thank you, you." Said sincere.

"Borrow the jacket first." Azka said while trying to avoid Lira's sad gaze.

The girl nodded with a smile.

"Where was my mom, I wanted a parting." Azka.

Lira called out to her mother, before long the middle-aged woman was already standing in front of the terrace.

"Mom, Azka go home first."

"Yes, be careful."

Azka squeezed the motor clason, then drove in the rain which has now changed again into a medium drizzle mode.

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