When Dusk Passes

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I slipped and entered the swimming pool with a depth of two meters. My hands are flailing for help, but nothing. No one realized I was drowning.

My breath was gone, I don't know how many liters of pond water were swallowed into my mouth. My eyes began to fade, but I could still see the scenery in the pool, a very terrible sight, in the corner of the pool I saw such a large whirlpool. The vortex seemed to suck me in.

I kept trying to reach my hand, I snapped my foot as hard as I could, hoping that my head could come to the surface of the pool. But my efforts are in vain, which is now my energy is completely exhausted.

I'm resigned, maybe this is the end of my life. Dying at a young age is so amazing, I even still sit in 2nd grade High School. O Lord forgive me, send my greetings to the beloved bu'e who is now departing Umrah with his master.

I can't imagine how devastated bu'e will be when I come home to see my grave is still wet. And finally I was no longer strong, I closed my eyes and let my body float to the bottom of the pool.

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The atmosphere was silent, I squinted my eyes from the sunlight. Am I dead? well it seems so.

I saw a beautiful face right in front of my eyes, a very perfect face, thick eyebrows with neatly arranged fur, nose pointed and straight, his face smooth flat like a highway, and, I don't see any pores on that face let alone blackheads and pimples.

And finally his lips, MasyaAllah perfect, thin lips but slightly volume with beautiful pink color gradation. Fix, I'm really dead and he's my angel of death.

But wait, I don't feel like my practice is so much that I have to be picked up by this incredibly handsome angel. Lord, this is truly a gift to me, I am not so sorry to have died young, you are so good to me Lord. I smiled to myself.

Suddenly a silly idea came to my mind, when confronted by this handsome angel, why did I not touch his nose, from the moment I was anxious to see it, but had not yet entered the grave.

My hand moved slowly grabbing her nose, stroking her for a while then squeezing her and

" AAWWWW Stop !!! Crazy girl !!!"

Hah, I'm surprised the angel spoke. Quickly I sat my body. I look at the area around me. It turned out that I was lying by the pool, still in the area of the super-large and luxurious house that belonged to my master bu'e.

I bit my lower lip, but I'm not dead. And this guy in front of me is probably the one who saved me. Seen from the clothes and his whole body was drenched just like me.

" Sorry. " I said as I kept staring at the guy. Honestly, for a few years I've been working here bu'e a lot, but only this time I saw her. From her appearance it seems she is not a new maid.

The man stood up, his gaze cold. Not long ago Cecep guards this house was struggling to run towards us with two towels. Well, among the attendants, only Cecep was non-Muslim, so he continued to work. While the other maid was invited to go umrah by Mr. Khadijah as the owner of this house.

Including bu'e, how happy bu'e was when registered to become an Umrah participant with other auxiliary colleagues. Almost a dozen years he worked in this big house, serving as a cleaner. From her hard work as a maid I can go to school, my brother can go to college, and my sister can study in boarding school.

I took the towel proffered by the Cecep mang, covering my already wet body. My head was a little dizzy, I was sitting on a small bench still in the pool area. Mang Cecep went again, he said he wanted to make me warm tea while the cold guy I thought the angel had gone missing did not know where.

My head was twirling, probably mostly water-swallowed effect. From far away I saw the cold angel walking towards me, his appearance was neat, he had changed clothes.

" Now, put on my clothes, your clothes are wet. After that I drive you home." He said while propping a pair of pants and a cotton shirt and a hat jacket on me.

" Thank you." Answer me while looking down.

I picked up the shirt and ran a little towards the bathroom used by the maid there. He's good too, I thought.

It didn't take long, I changed clothes. My veil is wet, I can't wear it anymore. The cold angel seemed to have predicted it, proof that he gave me a hat jacket so that I could cover my head with this jacket hat.

" Of right, don't you mind ?" Asked Mang Cecep while thrusting a chair so I could sit down.

I shook my head slowly, I said a little cold angel sitting in front of me, I was so ashamed to have dared to squeeze his nose earlier. I hid my shame by just bowing.

" This is Mr. Rangga Sih, his grandson Khadijah's mother. He just moved from Singapore, now lives and wants to go to school here." Mang Cecep successfully doused my curious thirst towards the cold angel figure.

" And this is Asiyah aka Asih den Rangga, her son bik Ratna, one of the workers here too." Clearly the Cecep mang followed a small nod by Rangga.

" Come, I'll drive you home." Rangga stood up while taking his car keys from the table.

" No sir, I'm going to go on a bumpy ride." Kill me while standing.

" Yes if you don't want to." Rangga sat down again while sipping his tea.

Glekk...

I was just a stale base

At least he said don't ride ojol, let me just send

Well, he's right

" Thank you, sir, if you'll excuse me. I will return the shirt. Thanks again for saving my life." Reveal me sincerely, then I walked out of the area of the house.

I didn't even bring a cell phone, how could I order ojol, anyways it's an elite residential area, where there's a motorcycle taxi or an angkot passing by. As a result, let me walk out of the complex.

My sweat began to pour, the distance to get to the highway was quite far, I had to walk about 400 meters more to get to the end of the complex. Suddenly the sound of the horn stopped my steps. I looked around and saw Rangga in the car.

" Let's go up." Said.

For a moment I hesitated, and then he came out and opened the car door for me. Without thinking any more I immediately entered and sat comfortably in the seat beside the steering wheel.

The car was very fragrant, like the smell of freshly brewed warm coffee. The car-scenting scroll hanging, it says Coffe . Rangga got into the car and started driving his car at a moderate speed.

**To be Continue...

Hi beloved readers, this is my second work after**When Dusk Passes.

Just like my first work, this novel is a light reading about love.

Good reading, I hope you like it,

warm greetings from the author of Receh who just learned nulis.

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