Women At the End of the Dusk

Meet to Separate

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Love is a word that holds a million meanings. Love is able to bring laughter, also able to present poignancy.

Since Azalia's wedding two days ago, Rafka has often locked herself in her room. The wound was so great that Rafka himself was unable to treat it. He sat down while leaning on the head of the bed. His eyes are staring at a photo. The photo where he was with Azalia in college.

The crystal thread in his eye peluk had piled up, once he blinked it was certain that it would spill over his cheeks.

"I have to what now, Li? Who should I hate? Or... Should I blame fate that is not on both of us? Why does it hurt so much to crush you," Rafka murmured, sobbing between the tightness of her chest.

Until now, the love is still intact for a woman named Azalia. Love that comes accidentally the first time he sees it.

"Yes, Mother is in, yes." The sound from outside makes Rafka's attention diverted. Soon she wiped her tears.

Not long after, a middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful approached him with a smile. The mother sat in front of Rafka.

"Take him, Ka. If you are a match, whatever happens will not be a separation between the two of you. Speaking of hearts, everything will be fine in time. There is no poison without an antidote, no wound without a cure, no longing without encounter. Reassure yourself that everything will return to how it used to be. We only need to walk in the right direction, just the right time," said Mother Raya while stroking her eldest child's shoulder.

"But, why do we have to be this sick, Bun? Rafka still can not control himself" said Rafka.

His red eyes make Mother Kingdom sure one hundred percent that Rafka really loves Azalia who has now been with others. "Go to Holland to calm down. Maybe you will understand what real sincerity is like when there. You're here to meet them. Try to go there to meet Darwin. You leave tonight. But, before that, meet Azalia. Mommy is sure she will want to see you one last time," Mother Kingdom advised.

'Should I follow the advice, Mother?' inner Rafka.

"Mother will help you get ready. Now that you take a bath, Mommy will bring you food." Without waiting for a long time Mother Kingdom out of Rafka's room.

"I'm sorry, Mother, Son. Mother actually does not want to separate from the children of Mother. But, you also have to rise up against the wounds of the heart," muttered Mother Kingdom while wiping away the falling tears.

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The atmosphere of the cafe near Azalia's shop looks crowded. Many of them are young.

At one of the tables in the corner of the cafe, a man in a black shirt was looking at the vehicle outside. Sometimes the eyes are empty.

His attenuation was sidetracked when his tail accidentally caught the figure he later entered the cafe. Between happy and sad, seeing a figure whose name still reigned in his heart.

"I'm sorry it's been a long time" said the woman.

The voice was so missed by Rafka. For a moment he was glued, staring deeply at the brown netra. The netra of the two locked each other, as if streaming a pent-up longing.

Rafka tried to control himself, he cleared his throat. "It's okay. Please sit down." He turned his hand to the chair in front of him.

"How are you?" The two compactly asked each other making a sense of awkwardness envelop them.

They chuckle at the behavior that just happened. "Oh, yes, there is something I want to tell you, Li," Rafka said later.

"What's that?" ask Azalia.

"Formerly, thank you for filling my days. I believe you did not betray me. I'm stupid for being too selfish." Rafka sighed slowly. "Blessed, Lia. Live your day in full color. Love your husband because he is entitled to you and vice versa" he added.

"What do you mean you talk like that?" Azalia's brown netra began to glaze over.

"I'm going to Holland until an unspecified time. Maybe with that I can catch you with someone else. I beg you, Lia. Be happy, knit back the happiness you have dreamed of. Give a lighter color to your previous life. But, allow me to keep this love only for you even though you have it," Rafka said, looking softly at the woman who had been crying.

"Bel–Netherlands? Can't you just stay? How can I give color to my life if it's going away? Please, stay here for the next year." Azalia's cries break in light of her marriage, coupled with Rafka who is about to go far.

"You can't say that, Lia. We can't be together. I can't watch you with anyone else. I need to stay away so that this wound can heal soon. So did you. It's all about time. You can love your husband someday." There was a painful feeling in Rafka's heart when he mentioned the word husband intended for his loved ones.

"Tonight I'll go. Thank you for meeting me one last time. I will try to accept you as my friend. Try for that too. So that neither side will be hurt later. I'm sorry." Rafka got up to go. However, a tiny hand had wrapped around his stomach.

The shirt was wet in the back. His girl sobbed on his back. Lie if Rafka doesn't want to return the hug. Lied if Rafka wanted to ignore the girl. But he has no right to that.

"Please, Rafka. Don't go, only you understand me" Azalia said in between tears.

Slowly, Rafka let go of the hand and then turned around. He wiped away Azalia's tears while smiling. A smile that was not only to strengthen Azalia, but also herself.

"Don't cry. Later people think I'm doing things with you" joked Rafka. "Let me go if you love me. Let me treat this heart wound. Be happy" he added, letting go of Azalia's hand and walking away.

"Rapkaa! Don't leave! Rafkaa!"

Rafka tries to ignore Azalia's screams. "I'm sorry, Li. Hope this is the best for us. I still hope we're fooled one day. For the time being, I have to give you a shout" Rafka muttered in tears as she looked at Azalia, who kept shouting her name.

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*Yaaah, Rafkanya is leaving. What about Azalia's wedding?

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