When Dusk Passes

We Meet

Today the Lira is really busy. He came out of the campus at 5pm, the weather was so cloudy that maybe in a matter of minutes a black cloud would spill its guts into the earth.

Lira remembered he did not bring a campus motorbike, he walked quickly to the campus gate, just as Dio's motor gate approached him.

" Let's get me between." Dio offered politely.

" No, I'll take the ojek." Lira replied, it's nothing, if anyone sees the Lira flashing with her guidance student with a Dio motorbike that is very extreme, of course it will be a warm isue in the campus.

Lira chose to order an ojek online instead of going home with Dio, fortunately it rained right when Lira had reached her boarding house. Just now that he wanted to clean himself up, a message came in on his phone, curious Lira opened it.

Dio: Assalamualaikum, have you reached the book?not that rain? How's mom's hand? healed yet?

Haahh, sure enough, the boy sent a message like I'm his girlfriend, so many questions. Lira ignored the message then drove to the bathroom.

Finish bathing Lira cooks instant noodles and eats them while watching TV. Then he opened his phone and typed in a reply for Dio.

Lira: Waalaikumsalam, not raining earlier, my hand is also healed, thanks

Dio smiled to himself reading a reply from his sweet lecturer. Well, Lira has its own charm for Dio since Lira taught him for the first time, Dio was still the third semester and until now Dio was in the final semester. Although they were 5 years different, Dio did not question them at all to admire the figure of the Lira more than a student to his lecturer.

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The Citra Residence

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Mom knocked on the door of Citra's room. The image that heard the door of his room being knocked on immediately opened the door.

" Cit, have you contacted Aunt Ica yet?" Mama came in and sat down on Citra's bed.

" No Ma yet, there's no time." Reply to Citra casually while cutting her nails.

" Loh really not yet, it must be as soon as Cit, he's your WO, your marriage will be another month, consultation with aunt Ica, you want the concept of what kind of event." Mama started nagging.

" Yes, tomorrow Citra invites mbak Lira also there so there is input." The image spoke without looking at his mother.

" Oh yeah, don't forget to take Azka." Mama reminded Citra while walking out of the room.

Actually Citra had long invited Azka to meet Aunt Ica, but there was only a reason for the man to reject it and Citra did not want to go alone. Initially Citra wanted to invite Lira last week, because the Lira is still on leave, finally until now Citra has not also met Aunt Ica.

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The next day, Citra invited Lira who was free of schedule to accompany her to meet Aunt Ica as Weeding Organizer for her wedding later.

Citra was still busy chatting with aunt Ica, while Lira began to pick up some of the weeding concept catalogs displayed on the room shelves. He looked at the sample pictures in the catalog.

At first glance there is sadness in his heart when he saw the pictures of the guarantee. I don't know when he will sit in the guarantee, wear the bride's kebaya and smile happily. She is 27 years old, three more years she will be included in the category of women with high risk if giving birth for the first time.

Lira smiled bitterly, had thought about giving birth, to find a future husband even Lira did not know where to start. While busy daydreaming while looking at the image catalog, Lira was surprised by the sound of someone from outside.

" Assalamualaikum." There was a voice of a man outside.

Seeing aunt Ica is still fun to explain the concept of the event that Citra wants. Finally the Lira took the initiative to welcome the guests in front. He stepped into the front room.he saw a tall man standing behind him.

" Neylorda." Answer Lira politely.

The man turned around, the body,

"Azkaa!!" Lira flinched, although now Azka had transformed into a mature male figure. But Lira knows enough just by looking at her facial lines.

Azka was no less surprised, her face immediately stiffened, her facial water was completely unpredictable, between surprise, there was also a look of longing and longing faces there all mixed into one.

Azka and Lira were still in their positions in front of the door, suddenly the sound of Citra and Aunt Ica approached. Lira immediately understood that Citra's future husband was Azka, the person she had been waiting for.

Sick, of course sick. Knowing Azka will marry only, Lira's heart is like being torn apart by an illegal bill, plus the new fact that the future wife of Azka is Citra, her own best friend and adoptive sister. Don't be asked what Lira feels like for now. God, what a surprise is this.

The Lira did not mind if it had to be a victim of the Sukhoi plane crash in the middle of the sea some time ago, or become a victim of shooting unknown people though. Lira is tired of her life for now.

" Eh Azka's here, let's go in." Aunty Ica let Azka in, Lira pulled over from the front door giving way to Azka.

" Mr Lira, this is Citra's future husband." Citra seemed so proud to introduce her future husband.

Lira nodded and smiled. Do not think Lira will cry, this is not a soap opera Indosiar Ku Cry Imagine How Cruel You Are To Me....

" Azka, congratulations, take good care of my sister." Say Lira directly.

" Do you know Azka's sister?" The image looks astonished.

" Yes Cit, Azka my best friend from Junior High until college, right Ka ?" Lira slightly touched Azka's arm.

Azka simply nodded coldly with a gaze that was still indecipherable. While Citra nodded enthusiastically. Then they sat in the living room. Lira who felt her existence would only be a flower vase display only immediately took her bag in the middle room.

" Cit, take it first yes, there are students want guidance." Lira half whispered to Citra.

" Keep going home what up, we're going together earlier." Citra Say.

" Mr already have a message ojol Cit. Yes, auntie with Azka, I'm first." The lira said goodbye and passed from the room a little more would kill him due to tightness in the chest.

Lira walked down the quiet sidewalk, tears that had been held back, had spilled over her tiny cheeks, she did not order a jolong but continued to walk while crying a mouthful. Stupid, stupid. The lira was endlessly cursing herself.

Student guidance ?? Lira even lies just to stay away from Azka. Tired of walking finally Lira sat on a park bench that was on the side of the road, her calf was already sick, but of course not as sick as her heart.

Suddenly and out of nowhere Dio and his extreme bike were perched on the sidewalk, right on the bench where the Lira was sitting. Quickly Lira wiped the remaining tears from her face. It feels shame if you have to show the weak side in front of the students themselves.

Dio walked up to Lira, and sat down beside her lecturer.

" You're exactly like Jelangkung, come uninvited, go not delivered." Lira said without looking at the person sitting next to her.

" Whose jacket? mom's neighbor?" Dio smiled while teasing Lira.

" Do the ghosts know??" The lira hissed towards Dio.

" Ohh, I guess mom's neighbor." Dio replied while holding back a laugh.

"You've got the courage now." Said the haughty Lira.

" We're not in a box, so can we go on a date?"

GLEKKKCU....

What surprise is this Lord, my guidance student asking me out on a date? Did I not hear wrong? his brain is short or my hearing is impaired?

Seriate...

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