When Dusk Passes

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Love needs a revelation, in contrast to affection that can be expressed only by body language. If love is not revealed forever it will be stored in the heart.

There are many love stories in this world, from the love story of Adam and Eve, the love story of Romeo and Julliet, the Story of Rama and Shinta and many more, all stories have their respective endings, some end beautifully and some end tragically.

As well as the story of Azka and Lira, they did not expect the fate of God which ultimately united them with a sacred bond in the shade called Household.

Azka stared at Lira deeply, down every inch of her wife's face. Still do not think that the woman who is standing before him is a woman who has been written on Lauful Mahfuz as a figure of his bidadari in the world.

Azka had to give it. Well, when we no longer expect something that we really want to have, then it is sincere. But who would have thought, God gave such a great gift behind the sincerity of Azka's heart.

But still behind all the events that have passed. There is another heart that must receive it with a chest. Because it is true that the adage of love does not have to have each other.

When he knew his puja lecturer had been married suddenly, there was a broken right in the chest cavity to the right of Dio.Yeah, the fracture was in a lump of flesh called the heart.

But Dio knew enough himself to let go of his lecturer. Being heartened is the best way of everything. Instead of being sad, Dio showed his stubbornness. Focus on his graduation, and get a scholarship to continue his studies in Japan.

As for Citra, she continued her life happily, finding a true heart patch that loved her and had a real marriage.

As dusk passed, it left behind a very beautiful memory, the reddish glow of the remnants of the sun that was almost sinking was very full of meaning. Do not be sad if dusk passes, because after dusk will come a beautiful night, the dark blue sky with a sprinkling of stars really has its own charm in each soul.

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3 YEARS LATER

I don't understand why my husband's hobby once bothered me when I was cooking. Like this morning, I was busy struggling in front of the stove while holding a spatula, chasing time, afraid my baby woke up. Because if the 2-year-old boy wakes up it will be difficult to cook agile again.

But suddenly Azka had hugged me from behind, lying spoiled on my back, kissing the curve of my neck. I would usually pretend to be angry, when in fact I like to be treated like that.

" Cook what yank?" Ask.

As usual, after hugging me, Azka will switch to laundry. Turn the washing machine, then wash the dishes. We used to do it together.

For me, romance is not always with both dinners and give gifts, can work together in doing household chores is more than a romantic term. Sometimes if I fold clothes, then Azka will help ironing.

We did not use the services of a Household Assistant because I thought there was still enough time to do everything.

Marriage is not just about love, but more than that. Marriage is the art of succumbing, learning to hold the lowest ego possible and understanding the feelings of a partner is what marriage means.

Marriage is his toll road to heaven, said the man who I often hear on television, if you want to go to heaven faster is through a marriage because in a marriage everything is worth worship. Therefore, Satan will continue to tempt people through marriage.

Tomorrow we will go home, the preparation is almost 100 percent. After cooking, I prepare clothes for the trip. Bringing toddlers on the way is a little troublesome, but again I am happy to do it.

Azka came to me while holding the awakened boulder. I immediately took a little drowsy leak, showering him with a kiss with a tube.

I inhaled the entire scent that came out of his body. If you want to smell heaven, want to smell the baby's mouth when it evaporates wide is the smell of heaven that can be tasted in the world.

Thank God for all the happiness you have given me, thank you Azka I Love You.

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