Dusk Above the Horizon
It's Too Late
Mak is seen clasping his palms tightly, not daring to look at Anggara, they sit facing each other for quite a long time, the father is in a wheelchair, he said, looking at the two people who have not met each other for a long time.
For a moment he shifted the position of his wheelchair, choosing to pull over and lean on the wall, he raised his head while staring at the ceiling of the luxury building, the father of the building, so wide and tall he barely saw the roof.
The old man closed his eyes for a moment.
"Your job is done to serve me, Hesty"
Said mr. slowly.
Suddenly recall past memories with Almarhumah before the death of his heavenly angel.
"How are you Rasty? I miss you, very"
Father is in the heart.
Mak Hesty herself still lowered her head, not daring to look at the face of the man in front of her, too longing, so longing she did not even dare to look at him.
"How are you, Hesty?"
Anggara does not have the best words to start opening a conversation with the woman in front of him, maybe asking the news is the most appropriate sentence for him even though it sounds very unreasonable.
Hesty may not be okay.
Mak momentarily raised his head, trying to stare at Anggara's face with his hands still shaking, Mak's eyeballs heating up, he's not okay.
"I'm fine"
He spoke with quivering lips, lying to the opponent as if saying he was fine, the reality was that he was tormented due to the fate games that had hit him for years.
From young lady to commoner is not easy, she remembers how Anggara did not even recognize her in the past, when she asked back to the Devantara before Mell.
The man in front of her drove away in his car, throwing his gaze away when Hesty tried to run around and said,
"It's me. your wife"
"I don't think you'll remember me anymore"
He spoke, trying to hold back his cries.
At that time he was desperate, crying while holding the children in his luck, Rasty and Anwar a couple who clasped their palms tightly, helping Hesty wake up from her slump.
He was dying by his way plus the new lost his youngest, he ignored Rudi who was then in need of him.
If you remember the millions of guilt that hit him about Rudi, the boy lacked a lot of affection, stood firm with his own two feet, seeking solace from Dusk.
The little baby was a poor and lonely Rudi, therefore Mak did not blame Rudi completely, the man simply could not distinguish the taste, for him the twilight of his solace, and the, like a medicine covering every gaping wound.
As if to know what her mother was thinking, Anggara spoke slowly, trying to grab the palm of the woman she so longed for.
"Let's repeat everything back from the beginning, Hesty"
Said the man slowly, touching the soft fingers that he so longed for.
But Mak slowly pulled his hand, shaking his head slowly.
"It's too late, there's another heart I have to take care of, Anggara"
Two puddles of water spilled behind her left and right eyes, as if saying this was long over and we could no longer be together.
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...Kutitip Longs at Dusk...
...To you who have gone...
...I have longed for the twilight sky that is as dark as your eyes...
...Look at the red, the pink, until the warm longing...
...Steep into the horizon of your heart...
...It is like darkness and light that meet at dusk...
...Our short but beautiful meeting...
...I'll never forget...
...All memories are stored in the recesses of the soul...
...Let me have it until dusk no longer exists...
...One thing you need to know...
...To forget you, I can't...
...Because the memory of you is like the sun...
...Even though it went down today...
...He will come again the next day...
Created by: Vinca Virgina