Women At the End of the Dusk

Proposal

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After the incident at Alham's office, Azalia was immediately picked up by the driver to stay at home. It was yesterday that Azalia shut herself up and kept crying. He tried to contact Rafka, but the man's cell phone could not be reached.

Azalia grew frustrated and threw her phone in any direction and ended up on the floor near her bedroom door. "Why, does this have to happen? Why did the happiness I just felt have to be gone in the blink of an eye? Why God? Whyaa?!" his roar while throwing things on the dressing table.

It's no different than Rafka. Both of them are equally chaotic, both feel destroyed by fate as if toying with them.

Unlike Sesil, he was happy. Satisfied with his plan that worked. 'The goddess Fortuna seems to be on my side. Now please enjoy the heartbreak, ' her inner self as she exits the room to get to campus.

***

Meanwhile, at Alham's house, he tries to muster up the courage to tell her that he is getting married. He felt like oxygen was no longer filling his chest cavity this morning.

The mother who saw the strange gurgle of Alham also stared in wonder. "Ham, why is the breakfast just in a stirring? Do you like fried rice breakfast today? Want mama to make some toast? You're also like a sleep-deprived person" said Mama Tina.

"Hmm? Ng–ngak, Ma. Thank you, this is enough." Alham tried to feed the fried rice even though he was reluctant to eat.

Immediately he put the spoon back and looked at his parents alternately. "Ma, Pa, there's something I want to talk about" he said seriously.

However, he must be responsible. He could not escape reality and moreover, Mr. Rusdi— father Azalia—terus urged him last night to marry his daughter immediately.

"What did you say? I think seriously," said Mama Tina.

"I want to get married. Mama and Papa have to propose to the girl for me," said Alhm flatly.

Alham's words made the new coffee into his papa's mouth immediately gushed out in shock. The wrinkles on his forehead grew more and more as he looked at his son. "Slow down, Pa." The wife stroked his shoulder.

"Why not hear wrong?" ask Papa Bayu.

"No."

"Well, you're finally getting married. Mama was happy to hear it. When do you want to take Mama and Papa to her house?" Unlike the papa, his mother responds with a happy look.

"Fastly, if we can go there tomorrow. Today, thank you for a lot of work. Alham go to work first." The man stepped out of the dining room feeling hard to explain.

"Mama's happy, Pa. Finally Alham can forget the syntax," said Mama Tina while looking at her son's back.

"Yes, Papa was happy too. May her decision be right and this will be the door to her happiness."

'I never thought I would marry my former student. It was also due to an accident. If it is a soul mate why should with a path like this, anyway.' Alham grumbled in his heart.

Alham did not feel surprised again with the streets of the capital that had begun to jam for half a seven hours. He continued to drive his car at moderate speed and remained on track; not overtaking other vehicles.

***

Early in the morning, the arunika radiates its light. Cleaving the thick of a dark night for a pair of Adam's children who were confined in a broken feeling.

Today, Azalia must be ready to accept the proposal of a man she does not love. No fancy proposal events. All just simple with a small decoration inscribed with Azalia and Alham framed flowers pink and white.

Azalia did not expect, this was only two days away from the incident. His father did not play games and immediately asked for them to get married.

Azalia cries, lamenting her love story with Rafka who has to run aground. Rafka's phone is still inactive, trying to call her mother Rafka was free. It all seems to close communication with him. No one would listen to him until he decided to accept the proposal.

The blue bandage and the bunny hair make her look beautiful. However, his face implied peerless sadness. Moreover, there was no big family present. Azalia thought maybe because this was too sudden.

From inside the room, he heard the roar of a car entering his yard. He peeked out from behind the window curtain of his room on the second floor. Dare not to just open a little balcony door of his room.

***

"Well, you know, Mr Rusdi?"

"Sir Bayu?"

Alham who was standing behind his parents stared confusedly at the two men in front of him who were hugging each other. Meanwhile, Sesil was stunned by Alham's good looks. His tall body looked handsome with a black suit. 'Crazy ones. Is this really Mr Alham? Very handsome vows, very different in the same style when he became a lecturer. I feel sorry for trapping Azalia. Already dating Rafka who became a campus idol, now can be a handsome husband candidate as well. Know that my mending gini is a self-trapping, Sesil's inner grumbling.

"So, the girl whom Alham wanted to propose was your son, Mr Rusdi? Is this beautiful gadia?" asked Pak Bayu after taking off his embrace and looked at Sesil.

"Yes. But, not him. Oh yes, let's go in," asked Mr. Rusdi—papa Azalia— after shaking hands between them.

The brunette clenched her hands. An annoyed mist seemed to cover his black netra. He became upset and angry himself only because he was introduced not as a future wife of Alham. For some reason, his heart becomes unacceptable Azalia will be owned by a handsome man like Alham. He no longer thinks about his obsession with Rafka. He then followed his parents and joined in the living room where the application was carried out.

"Before, I did not expect that Alham my son, would choose Mr. Rusdi's son to be his wife. Our purpose here, of course, has been known by Mr. Rusdi and his family. We want to ask Mr. Rusdi's son to be Alham's wife. But, said the Father, not this girl who became the future wife of Alham. If we could, we as Alham's parents would like to see the girl Alham chose. Can, Sir?" Mr. Bayu never knew if his business partner had two daughters. He only knew that the man of his age had a daughter.

"Yes, I know that as a parent. Please be patient, yes." Mr. Rusdi looked at Sesil. "Terdly, please call Azalia," he asked.

Sesil obediently headed towards the second floor where Azalia's room was located.

Alham was still sitting quietly, his mind was currently uncertain. I wanted to cancel, but it has reached this stage. He did not want to make his family ashamed, especially he who asked his parents to propose Azalia for him.

The mother was the same as herself, sitting so gracefully. He actually felt a little uncomfortable with the gaze of his prospective iron. Mr. Rusdi's wife was staring with a difficult gaze to interpret.

***

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Lia, you're called. No drama to not go down. Tired back and forth on the stairs," said Sesil annoyed.

Chequek!

"Yes." Yeah." Azalia looked uninspired. Her natural makeup could not cover her slightly red and puffy eyes.

"Lo cry? Drama is great, lo. You should be grateful to be able to get a handsome husband candidate. I'm surprised, you use what pellets, anyway? Kok, can two handsome men can like the same lo," said Sesil while crossing her arms.

"Astaghfirullah, I never wear that. This happened also because you asked me to take your things." Azalia was right.

"So you're accusing me of being wrong? Self-conscious, dong. Emang lo-nya who is a cheat, just like nyokap lo. It's like the fruit fell not far from the tree." Sesil laughed cynically.

Azalia clenched her hands. He was about to slap Sesil, but was stopped because his stepmom suddenly appeared and held his raised hand.

"Dare you slap Sesil, you will face Mama. It doesn't matter if there are guests at the moment" Mama Lana said. "Now you're down! They've been waiting for you! Don't act like a princess!" his orders, while striking Azalia's hand which he held, rejoined her below with Sesil stepping behind her.

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