Dusk Above the Horizon
Not the first but the last
They were silent for some time, long, long until finally Cakra widened his smile.
"We have a past, it's not a problem"
He spoke quickly, exhaled slowly and then moved away from the bed.
"let's get dinner, it's almost midnight, you haven't eaten since the last time we stopped at peacock ba'da Zuhur"
Cakra reminded, he knew Dusk must be hungry.
Seeing Cakra moving, Dusk chasing a step, he held Cakra's arm, making the man startled, turning his head quickly.
"You don't want to ask who he is and do you know him?"
He asked, seriously, wanting Cakra to ask so as not to become a burden in the future.
Hearing the twilight speech, the chakras momentarily frowned, looking at the eyeballs full of anxiety that seemed to explain there was still a story that actually maggot was over to be explained.
the man then widened his smile, he shook his head then suddenly his right hand touched the soft bangs of Dusk, tidying her up Slowly, so gently making Dusk momentarily close his eyeballs, he said, reflexes of surprise, this is the second time he feels the same way, in front of the mosque, now in this room.
"I'm a little jealous"
The chakra speaks while putting the long bangs of Dusk behind his ears.
"I don't know how to go forward, whether I'm just in love with you or even God can turn my heart upside down and let me go crazy about you"
"Let me not know who, because I'm afraid my jealousy is becoming so and harming many people including our marriage"
The chakras then gently touch the upper chest of Dusk, making the twilight heartbeat instantly not okay.
"Save it here, me with my memories, and you with your memories"
The man gently touched the face of twilight, enjoying the plain hue and flushed behind the beautiful cheeks, trying to erode the distance and open one chance in front of him.
"I once read Tere Liye's writings, there I learned to stop drowning in a dark room to remember the beauty of the past, he wrote by continuing to step, sooner or later, and later, all the burden of memories will be left behind, then Ilham Gunawan also wrote a line of words, Nothing can really eliminate past memories. We can only stockpile it with new memories that are greater in value."
After saying such a thing Cakra still let his palm gently stroke the left cheek of Dusk, where he could see the twilight as if it were drowning with what it said.
the man lowered his hand then he stretched his palm wide, then Cakra said.
"They say being someone's first love might be fun. But, isn't being the latter more than perfect?"
With a smile rising behind the man's lips, he spoke while convincing his wife, the girl he married. Starting from the deal then made him restless and began to doubt and now suddenly want to try to knit everything from the beginning of his immediate future together to the end of his life.
her palm was still stalling waiting for Dusk to receive it, where the girl's eyeballs continued to line up towards the man who had been legally her husband, both religiously and stately, witnessed by Allah SWT, as well as angels and those around him.
Dusk slowly raised his palm, extending the beautiful hand towards the sturdy and large hand that was before him.