When Dusk Passes

What is this taste??

Azka stood in front of the mirror while tidying up her clothes.

This guy is really good looking from any side, has thick eyebrows, thin lips, a sharp nose, long fingers. God's perfect creation.

Azka takes her bag and prepares to leave for campus. Today the lira will borrow her hand for infusion practice.

"Buk, Azka's leaving yeah". Azka said goodbye to her mother.

Azka is the youngest of 4 children, her older sister has married all, while her father has died, so she only lives alone with her mother.

After APEL, students who yesterday repeated the practice had gathered by bringing their respective prospective patients in front of the practice room. Sometimes Azka glanced at the lira who had seemed anxious.

"Lira looks adorable if you're worried like this" Azka thought.

" Pinjem hands daft you." The word lira arrived while reaching for Azka's hand, which immediately made Azka flutter.

Lira held Azka's left hand, patted her wrists, pulled her a little trying to find the blood vessels Azka straight so that later the practice already know the location to be pierced. Seeing the Lira, Azka smiled.

Lecturers have arrived, all students and patients are ready in their respective beds.

Lira gets her first turn, though,

While exhaling deeply, the lira prepares the tool.

Once ready the lira approached Azka who was already lying on the bed.

Azka noticed the motion of the deft lira, this girl was indeed nimble from long ago. Gently the lira held Azka's hand, then looked at her friend.

And

Deggs....

His second eyes met, like something was flowing in Azka's chest, and Azka became groggy.

"What is this feeling. " Think Azka in heart.

He quickly turned his gaze to the side, letting Lira tinker at his wrist.

" No, just go ahead." Reply Azka.

"Bismillah, Every Bosque." Lira's successful smile made Azka's heart crumble dim.

...

Arriving at home, Azka lay in her room, a room in a minimalist design, without a bed.

Azka noticed her left hand that had been pierced by Lira. And he remembered the incident this morning, Azka began to think, why arrived there was a different sensation when he looked at Lira, the girl was sweet, used to be in high school, Lira did not hijab, but she did not, upon entering college he began to hijab, it added plus points to Lira, in addition to jolly he was also a strong girl, Azka almost never saw the girl cry.

Azka breathed deeply, closed her eyes, then shook her head.

"No, I can't possibly be into Lira." His inner.

But then there was a notification from the phone, Azka opened the phone that had been lying on the edge of the mattress.

" Yes, thank you for giving me a hand tomorrow, I'll buy tomorrow, but wait for the money, hehee."

Azka read the message from Lira with a faint smile.

" ship, what the hell ain't for you." Azka quickly replies to a message from her best friend.

And

deggs...

It was as if something was flowing again in Azka's chest.

There was an unusual taste, which began to be felt, which somehow Azka herself could not interpret.

Is this a sign that Azka is in love??

I don't know, Azka closed her eyes and fell asleep with her hands still holding her chest.