Dusk Above the Horizon
Too sultry
Nightly
Dusk Room.
Cakra repeatedly sighed since earlier as he tried to lay his body on a thin mattress made with mats located on the lower floor.
35 More years he lived, and he kept a memory of over 30 years that he remembered, he had never slept in such a place before, so simple and quite excruciating.
not because of the thin mattress or because he had to sleep on a wooden floor, because he often sleeps on top or sleeps on a thin mattress in front of the television every time he spends time in childhood adolescence to adulthood.
what made it excruciating was that he had to live and sleep with a fan whose voice was very disturbing and also the wind was barely felt, he said, he's Vicky that fan actually been there how long?.
even though it is still on the obvious fan it is actually barely worth using just imagine for the fastest fan number still feels very light and even the sound of the fan is quite disturbing hearing.
not to mention when he tried to position the fan to stand properly and correctly always the fan to be tilted and tenggeng (Western head so bent perfectly even though forced to stand).
the man ruffled his hair for some time, the sultry feeling really tormented him, Cakra hurriedly turned his head towards the twilight that had been busy arranging clothes into his suitcase.
"can't we go out for a minute to buy a new fan?"
in the end the man began to open his voice, in fact he wanted to communicate too much with the line that was before him, but isn't this a very precise and extraordinary reason for him to communicate with the twilight of the moment.
the girl who was spoken to quickly turned her head immediately, stopping the movement of her hands then facing towards Cakra.
"what is a less cold fan?"
the girl asked quickly while frowning.
"didn't you feel it? it's really torturous, trying to sit in my place and feel if the wind can hit my body"
the man began to protest and patted the mattress beside him, the twilight woman immediately sat beside him to feel whether there was wind or not in his current place.
dusk immediately inched, moving closer to Cakra then sat beside him, trying to feel the wind from his old fan.
"it's been quite a night, I doubt if there's a store that sells it"
the girl spoke quickly turned her head towards Cakra.
the man hurriedly glanced towards the clock on the wall that was on their left side.
"no one to the store one x 24 hours or whatever it is? I think it's still 08:00 p.m., if we don't manage to find it in the store or anywhere, aren't the big malls usually still open?"
the man asked again, spoke impatiently and immediately stood up from his sitting position, he grabbed the car keys on the small table whose color had peeling on various sides.
"wouldn't using a car slow down our road? it's a Sunday night, using a car is not a good alternative, I'm not saying this is a big city but every night week the road leading to the city center is obviously densely creeping"
Dusk immediately protests when Cakra wants to bring his car to look for a fan.
for a moment Cakra stopped his movements, he stared at the keys of his car and then looked towards the twilight.
"Then?"
ask the man later.
"of course we go on motorcycles, when we have to use bicycles?"
said the girl later.
The chakras are silent for some time.
seeing the male expression before him clearly made dusk raise the tip of his eyebrows.
"don't tell me you can't drive a two-wheeler?"
asked the girl quickly as she stared at the face of the man before her for some time.