Women At the End of the Dusk
Hollowly
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The sound of the azan that had been reverberating disturbed the deep sleep of a woman who was coiled in a blanket. He slowly opened his eyes, then sat down trying to fight the drowsiness.
The woman was Azalia, she then took a glass filled with water on a small table near the bed.
As a servant, he also carried out his duties. That was all he could do even though he was so covered in sin.
After performing the dawn prayer, he changed the clothes he had prepared earlier and took a sip on the streets in search of food vendors. Still too early, even the sky has not completely disappeared from the rest of the night. However, hunger has whipped since the completion of the prayer.
About ten minutes from his rukonya, he found a chicken porridge stall that was getting ready to sell. Immediately he quickened his pace.
"Sir, it's open, isn't it?" he asked a middle-aged man who was compiling chairs.
"Eh, yes, Neng. Want a message, okay?"
"Yes, sir." Azalia showed me a neat row of teeth.
"Yes, already. Sit down, oru. Prepare first."
Azalia then sat down after the middle-aged man passed to the back. Azalia rubbed her hands together to get rid of the cold she felt. Long sleeping pants and short-sleeved shirts are unable to dispel the taste, especially the stall is between a row of banyan trees.
"This, Neng. Please enjoy, Mr to the back again, yes," said the porridge seller.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Thank you."
"His-husband."
Azalia stared at the food in front of her. A bowl of chicken porridge still reflects the smoke and a cup of warm tea, there is also a glass of water.
He then read the basmalah before stirring the porridge. On the sidelines he stirred, his mind again reminded first when Rafka took care of him in the hospital.
"Can't think of him first. I should focus on making myself happy and free from the entanglement of this fake marriage" he murmured and then ate the porridge.
***
The sun slowly returned after an entire night in his quarrel. The night has passed. Alham woke up feeling empty. Usually, on the nightstand there is a glass of water that has been available, but today it did not happen.
He then washed his face in the bathroom, then went down to the kitchen. In the kitchen, he was again struck by the emptiness. There was no sign of anyone there, all the pans still hanging beautifully in place, the remnants of people's activity there was no sign.
A month of always seeing the figure of Azalia in the kitchen, making her accustomed to it. However, it does not apply to today. He came out of the kitchen intending to get ready for the office and had no intention of waking Sesil up.
***
Today there are so many files that must be signed by Alham, even to the point of making him feel tired.
"Sir, what is your secretary? The new one has resigned again. My advice, for recruitment this time, add penalty points if breaking the cooperation relationship. Let someone survive to be your assistant" said his assistant.
"Eat him a little smile. This wall alone if flat on your face."
"Damn, lo!" yells. "For that advice, it is fine. Oh, yeah, don't just recruit a new one. I'm trying to bargain with my wife first." He re-signed the remaining four files.
Alham, he will only talk to people he trusts. As on Raja—his best friend since SMP—sang assistant.
"Cieee, the romances are already smitten with his own wife, nih. Uh, but, how's Sesil? I'm not sure you're really in love with that kid." The soul of the King's kepo began to be active.
"Take no effort to enter the office. You're being put away forever from this company." Alham's flat face made the King swallow saliva.
"Ja–don't, dong. Is the file signed? If so, excuse me." The king immediately took the files on Alham's table and came out of the room that exceeded the north pole.
The crane! The crane! The crane!
Alham saw who called. The name of the mother is there. "Hello, Ma?" So he answered the phone.
"Hello, Alham. You're in the office again, right? This afternoon came home, yes. Lunch at home, don't forget to take your wife. Mama wait."
"But, Ma—"
"Just have to come."
Tut! Tut! Tut!
"Good, it's closed! So, I have to go see Azalia?" his monologue.
He saw the clock in his left hand, at 10:58 AM local time. He stood up and took the coat that was draped on the back of the chair, and went to meet his wife.
***
Azalia who was about to come out of the shophouse stared in wonder at the figure that was walking towards her. "You busy? Come with me to Mama's house!" Without further ado, Alham immediately attracted Azalia.
"Please! What the fuck are you!" azalia snapped while striking Alham's hand.
"Mama asked us to have lunch at home" said Alham coldly.
"But this is not how. You want me to yell and tell you you're KDRT?"
Alham clucked, just calling Azalia to the house of his parents only had to use drama. "Yes, already. Let's go!" alham's word and he passed away leaving Azalia still dumbfounded.
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