Dusk Belibis
ABHIMANYU IS MINE

In the rush of rain Anggun drowned her cries. There is also a baby carriage. The little baby was tightly covered in blankets, the splash of water fell on the baby's face like a tiny glow of light breaking, the baby was so beautiful.

“Gita, forgive me,” he said sadly. I fell silent, not one bit of my eyes saw the face of Grace, I did not want to see it!

It's too late for me, whatever he says useless days, won't change days gone by.

I even forgave him before he asked.

“Please me Gita,”

“What else? It is not the most precious to me that you have taken! I already have nothing for you to snatch Anggun!” I said a little luru.

Gracefully crying, really. Wh-wh-what for? tears are in vain. Even his tears would not be visible because rain fell on him more heavily.

“For what I help you, Graceful, no use.”

“Gita, forgive me,”

“I've forgiven you, no need to ask for it. But, not to repeat the same mistake.” I answered, this time I tried to stare at the face of a very beautiful and graceful woman like her name.

“I don't have anything left in my heart for you,” I continued again, “go.” I turned my body around to leave immediately.

“Gita, it's about the child Marsel!” graceful sound tightened competing with the sound of rain.

I stopped silent in my steps. I feel like slapping Graceful's face. I was so disgusted to hear him mention the name Marsel in front of me.

I feel like that dirty mouth doesn't deserve to mention my Marsel name. But...

“What can I do for Marsel?”

“Gita, Marsel..." Gracefully hung his words.

"Gita! Marsel won't admit my son as a possession, he wants to throw my son away, please, keep him Gita.”

The rain began to subside, even the rainbow bias appeared so beautiful in the corner of the sky radiated with sunlight.

A blanket-clad baby boy was in the baby carriage, alarming.

“If I don't throw it away then Marsel will. The gita! I'm sorry, please.”

“Alright, I want to take care of him. But, black on white, you must never take it from me again, and never come to tell him anything. He is my son and only mine.”

Although with a heavy heart finally Graceful to release the baby for me.

Papa is right, there will be a secret behind the trials that God gave to his servant, never to be prejudiced or betray your Lord when suffering strikes, just believe that the rainbow will come after there is a rain of thunder and lightning.

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FLASHBACKS

The lyrics of Al Ghazali's favorite song are melodious. Still wet in memory. The song is always sung by Abhimanyu, because it is the favorite song of Gita.

While accompanying Gita was busy with her crops, Abhimanyu would sing the song.

Ah, how long Abhimanyu misses the figure of Gita. A piece of the sad sagittarius story that was poured into his diary has been read Abhimanyu.

Abhimanyu realized that he was the son of a traitor. How hurt his heart was to know that fact.

Abhimanyu breathed deeply, whether the taste of what was in his heart at this time, even already One month sagittarius left.

Tomorrow is a Monday, a new date and a new month. If Gita doesn't break the promise she should be back tomorrow.

Huuaaaa.... Abhimanyu yawned, welcoming a bright morning.

Last night he went to bed early. Abhimanyu hoped that when he opened his eyes, Gita was already in front of him.

After a long wait this morning was the finish.

If Gita's promise is not kept, Abhimanyu decides he will take action on his own, following her.

Yoga aunts and uncles always lie, not knowing the whereabouts of the Gita.

A lie! Where they might not know. They are deliberately hiding all the truth.

“What matters is that you go to school, graduate and live a good life Abi,” said uncle yoga in response to all the questions he always asked Abhimanyu. The two of them were the same, not giving the answer Abhimanyu wanted.

As usual every morning Abhimanyu will go to school, riding his favorite onthel bike Gita.

Finally Abhimanyu got the truth about him. Even though he was a little disappointed.

When Abhimanyu opened his eyes and Gita had not yet returned like his fingers, Abhimanyu did not want to rush into speculating anything, he patiently 'maybe it be noon he comes, maybe afternoon, maybe night, maybe night, and finally until the morning came back Gita has not come home' still hope Gita keeps his promise.

"Patience''.

SERIATE....🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗