Women At the End of the Dusk

Women Are Never Wrong

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The sun slowly pulled over, the orange scarf began to decorate the sky. Along the road, vehicles pass by, overtaking each other so that they can get to the destination immediately.

"Well, this isn't the way to my house?" Rafka was confused, because the girl next to him guided the speed of his car towards his residence.

"Yes. Why why?" asked Azalia while looking.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to my house?" Rafka raised her eyebrows while glancing at Azalia.

"Why indeed? Wrongly? You said it yourself, what can not make you," said Azalia imitating the style and voice of Rafka. "It was just that I told you to bring your car according to my direction - a lot of protest. If you don't like to say, let me get a taxi to your house. It's a bother," Azalia continued by crossing.

"Yes, no. I don't feel bothered, though. I'm glad you want to play at home. Especially Mother, definitely more happy," said Rafka softly.

"Yes, 'trus why are you like a protest that I directed to your house?" Azalia stared fiercely at Rafka.

Rafka who saw it found it difficult to swallow his own saliva. 'Oh, my God, did I say something wrong? He got angry, gini. What's more pms, huh? It's more ferocious than this lion, anyway, ' Rafka murmured in his heart.

"I'm not angry, really. Yes, I'm sorry. I'm mistaken. Now do you want me to be forgiven?" Rafka is more relented than having to fight with his girlfriend.

"Speed up the car, let it arrive soon," replied Azalia.

"Good."

Rafka immediately increased the speed of his car according to Azalia's direction. However, the girl again shouted and hit him with a sling bag that Azalia always carried.

Rafka complained because it was painful and immediately lowered the speed of his car. "Oh," he complained as he rubbed the upper arm that felt sore and hot.

"You if you want to die now don't take me! It's not like this if you want to see God soon!" exclaimed Azalia while glaring towards Rafka.

His heart was almost dislodged due to Rafka's behavior. Without thinking that it was also his will.

'Wrong again, 'right' Rafka shouts in the heart. "So you said speed up. The accelerated turn you're angry." Rafka tried to defend himself as gently as possible.

"But, it's not the speed that exceeds the racer, Rafka Sanjaya!" rafka was full of emphasis.

"But–"

"But, what?"

"Yes-yes I'm sorry. I was wrong again. How fast do you want this car? This already wants Magrib, you know," said Rafka trying to resist frustration.

"As far as you." Azalia was still upset because Rafka had not answered her question in front of the cake shop.

'First of all, women are never wrong. Second, women are always right. Article three, if women are wrong, goes back to chapters one and two. Apes, apes," Rafka lamented inwardly.

***

Upon arrival at Rafka's house, the mother was so happy because of their arrival. A little girl immediately greeted and hugged Azalia.

"Sister Lia. Finally, Brother came here again. Cahya kangen knows," said Cahya.

"Sister also misses you. Mother exists?" The long black haired little girl nodded.

The two were engrossed without a care for the young man who was currently grumbling. His face grew even more upset when he was left alone by two women whose age was far adrift.

"Mother see, who's coming."

The mother who was engrossed in cooking assisted by a housekeeper turned her head. His smile grew as he knew who was coming.

"Eh, Azalea. Sit down, honey." Mother Kingdom pulled the girl's hand towards one of the dining chairs.

"Oh, yes, Bun. I just stopped by the cake shop. Coincidentally through there. But, I don't know whether you like it or not." Azalia handed him a white plastic bag bearing the name of the cake shop.

"Why bother, anyway. You just come Mother is happy. Thank you, loh. Oh, yes, instead you have dinner here, yes," Mother Kingdom asked.

"Can. Come on."

The two were busy chatting while occasionally Bi Eti chimed in. Rafka who saw that was happy. He wants to apply for Azalia soon after graduation.

Rafka did not think that he would be subject to a beautiful and good girl. But they always get physical violence. Maybe this is God's way to bring Azalia from the pit of sadness that has soaked her.

The thick-browed young man then left the kitchen and went to his room to clean himself, as well as the little girl who was riding a horse.

Azalia herself only knows that her father Rafka is a CEO whose company is currently growing rapidly. Azalia did not bother about it, enough for him to know Rafka's parents was enough to make his heart sure Rafka's sincerity.

With a luxurious house and luxury car, Azalia can already guess who the Rafka family is. But he needed no treasure, but happiness. Suppose Rafka came from a simple family he would accept. For him, what is the treasure if happiness is never in it.

People say life has to be realistic. We all need money, not just love. Azalia did not deny it, only she wanted to feel what happiness is and how to be loved also love. Treasures, thrones, all can be sought. Yet, happiness? Who can guarantee there is treasure then happiness will be present. No one can guarantee that, except the Almighty.

***

The sun has returned to its quarrel a while ago. Now, the dark has permeated the universe and the glitter of the stars habitates it beautifully.

In the dining room, everyone enjoyed the dishes. Occasionally sound clinking spoon that rubs against the plate.

"Lia, you don't have to go home, yeah. Just stay here. Wanna, right?" tanya Bunda Raya looked at the girl who was beside Rafka.

"I got permission from Papa or Mama first, yeah, Bun. Fear is sought, "Azalia replied.

"alright. Oh, yes, Rafka you go to the apartment tonight if Azalia stays. Mother does not want you here," said Mother Raya.

"Well, is it, Mother ngusir Rafka? Mommy no longer loves Rafka? Bad Mother, mah. Dad, are you the same as Mom? Expel Rafka from this house?" cecar Rafka is full of dramatic.

"Sister, Mother's feelings are not upset, deh. Just told me I'm going to the apartment tonight. Maybe you have a reason for that. Bebay is a person. Embarrassed little napa," timpal Rifki approved by Bunda Raya.

"That's his name is subtly evicted dodol!" Rafka looked annoyedly at her sister.

"Dodol? Delicious, tuh. I want to, too" chirped Cahya.

"Already, let Daddy same Mother who to your apartment." The father who had been silent since had chimed. "Let's have another honeymoon, honey," Azka's father said, winking one eye at his wife.

"Didih, Daddy's narcissistic" said their son made Azka's father laugh.

Azalia looked at Haru to the Rafka family. He also felt this kind of happiness. His heart ached considering his biological mother cheated on him from his father and made him a victim of rampage for the revenge and heartache of his father who is still embedded.

The story he knew from his papa straight away when he was hit in High School time. If he could choose, maybe he would choose not to be born into this world which he thought was very cruel.

The dinner was very warm because it was accompanied by some jokes from Rafka and his father.

Azalia had asked permission and said she would stay at her friend's house. He thought his father would be angry. However, the papa is just plain indifferent and only responds with deheman alone.

***

'If only you knew, Lia. Papa loves you very much. But, the shadow of your mother's face who cheated in front of Papa's eyes made Papa's heart hurt again. Forgive Papa who has been hurting you all this time and let your stepmother torture you. Forgive Papa, Son. Forgive me, Papa, Mr. Rusdi's inner cry. Her tears also came out and she was immediately wiped away.

Deep down in the man's heart, his heart was trying to defeat his ego. However, the heartache was more dominant. It would be a lie if he said he didn't love Azalia. Lie if he says he hates his ex-wife. In fact, the middle-aged man's heart felt pain over his arrogant attitude towards his biological son and preferred to love his stepson, Sesil.

That night, only a whir of wind accompanied him and a cigarette that had lit up at the end. Enjoying the caress of the baby in his sturdy body that still looks strong.

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