Dusk Belibis
A TASTE

The cloudy twilight began to shed tears. Abhimanyu stepped in regret.

"What happened to me?" thought Abhimanyu, he felt strange himself. It used to be that the taste he had for the Gita was just a liking, but now the liking he felt became a subtle vibration that permeated every inch of his blood. Strange, very dangerous, swirling.

Sometimes his emotions get out of hand when he sees Gita talking to the opposite sex 'Happy'

Today's dusk is grim. Black sky! Susana sinister blanketed the row hill. A strong wind shook the trees.

How could Abhimanyu lust after the woman who had nurtured him all this time. The young man with long hair covered his face with both hands. Then ruffled her hair.

"You're talking!" Breathing out hard.

Byars....

Lights lit. Abhimanyu was still outside the house, from behind the window he could see Gita sitting at the table he usually sat at to read books.

Actually, this young man was curious, what book did Gita read, what was it? Could there be a lot of secrets?

Gita like an abnormal woman? During his stay together, Gita has never seen a partner.

Pacing people come to propose to him, but subtly rejected.

Gita's face is quite beautiful, no one may not want to, but, what makes Gita like a sickle? the question that was always present in Abhimanyu's heart, but could not be answered.

What kind of life has a Sagittarius gone through? and what memories are there at dusk? Why does it seem like something that means so much to him.

At the end of the twilight, Gita always there complaining all her complaints, or just enjoying coffee, it seems that in the corner of the twilight of the most beautiful woman it has a true story that can not be explained with words.

Like the face of a cloudy twilight, finally tonight there was a very heavy rain, increasingly swift without compromise, hitting the roof of the house like an arrow.

I don't know what's in the teenager's brain. His eyes could not move from the woman sitting alone in the corner of the room. Under the dim light, the beautiful woman was writing.

He's writing something, what is it?

Abhimanyu only muttered from a distance. She did not know why Gita always looked hurt and grieved, her eyes always blank.

It was always like that every day, sitting quietly enjoying books, writing, it seemed like the best way for him to shed his fret and heartbreak or when he was in trouble.

This woman just turned her head a little surprised, there was a clear circle of tears reminiscing at the corner of her eyes quickly she seka, with the tip of a finger.

“What's bi? Doesn't Aunt want to tell me?” abhimanyu asked quietly and carefully. But Gita kept silent and chose to leave Abhimanyu.

Dark night, walk with rain. In the hustle and bustle of water that preceded each other to the earth, Abhimanyu was aloof, imagining many things in his silence.

"If I leave, who will Aunt stay with? Is Aunt gonna age here all by herself?"

What exactly happened to him? Abhimanyu stared at the beautiful back waltzing into the room. But again the young man was attacked by a strange taste. His heart beat faster, his entire veins throbbing strangely, hurriedly the teenager threw his face deep into the white expanse of the living room ceiling.

Strange murmurs are always present like small-power electric shocks, but the sting hits the entire joint, he feels like an instant paralysis. .

The rain did not stop until midnight. Abhimanyu was still awake, flipping through books of mathematical subjects.

Normally the Gita would sit in front of her and nag or get angry or hit her head, but today the Gita is different. Gita is more silent, or maybe she knows if Abhimanyu fly by looking at her.

Lothawat!

"It can make me bear shame all the ages."

The sound of the crackling of the night beast tones the Silence. The dark atmosphere of the sky seemed to be very distinctive side by side with the bright star. Rain that seemed to spill tears of sadness eroded cloudy and presented a beautiful night.

Every night Abhimanyu saw Gita sighing agitatedly over and over again, her father's face was struck by a five-watt electric light, and the woman looked very beautiful.

Ccleks...

The door of the room opened, the pink-colored bed-gown woman came out.

Oh, my God! The wingless angel. Abhimanyu immediately turned his face, He pretended to take the dropped ballpoint pen.

The dug dug dug!

His heart beat seemed to explode.