Dusk For Nathan 2
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" I don't know if I should be happy or sad to take you on vacation here." Reza was sitting next to me enjoying the view of the beach in the backyard. I just kept quiet and didn't respond.

" I know you still love that guy. Though after a few months and only a month has passed I feel you are more attentive to me. Started to welcome my love. But now I see there's still great love for her." Reza said with his own face. " Do I have to give up, Dusk?" Ask with more intonation emphasized to me.

I just turned my face away and fell silent. I don't know what to tell Reza who's been so good to me. My mind is very upset now.

" Mr. Reza." Call Silvi break the silence between us. " You were asked to meet Mr. Nathan in the living room." He said again and left us.

" I'll excuse you." Pamit Reza's. He is a polite and kind man.

*****

" Gio has something for grandma." Gio said as we visited Bu Fitri in his room. Bu Fitri responded with her eyes fixed on Gio. Gio took out his picture book he wrote 'Cheal fast huh, Grandma. Gio dear grandma.'

Bu Fitri shed tears of joy reading the writings of Gio that he decorated in such a way.

" Mom should be healed. Let's play with Gio again." Reveal Gio again and kiss the back of Bu Fitri's hand.

" sister. Please prepare mom. I'm gonna take her out." Nathan entered Bu Fitri's room, busily looking at his cell phone, unaware of my presence.

" Good, sir." The nurse's.

" Papa's." Call Gio and come over to Nathan.

Nathan had just turned his head towards us and only realized our presence. " When are you here?" Ask with a confused face.

" Since then." My answer.

Nathan approached his mother. " How are you doing today?"

Just out sound,aaa eeee aaa eee.. Ms. Fitri tried to answer. His face looked happier than yesterday. His eyes occasionally glanced at me and Gio.

Nathan simply smiled in response to Bu Fitri's attitude and gently kissed her forehead. " I have to go to therapy to play with Gio." He said as if he understood what Bu Fitri was talking about.

It looks like Bu Fitri wants to nod. She cried happily to see Gio.

" We wait outside." He said to invite out because the sisters will clean the body of Bu Fitri.

Gio and I followed him.

" I'm sorry if I'm gonna bother you." He said after previously taking a deep breath. I just frowned, not understanding what he meant.

" I'd like to ask you to accompany Mother's therapy. Only now do I see no more spirit in my mother's eyes." Nathan said with his own eyes.

" I'll work on it."

" Morning, Sir." Sapa Reza to Nathan. Nathan just nodded his head.

" Reza, I don't want to destroy your relationship. But I want to ask for help from Dusk to accompany my mother to therapy when she arrives in the city later. Do you mind?" Nathan asked Reza.

I don't understand why Nathan asked Reza's permission for this. Does he think I'm Reza's girlfriend or wife. Reza glanced at me.

" No problem, sir. Anyway Gio would love to see his papa." Said again. " Oh yeah, what about our project?"

" I haven't met Silvi. Thank goodness you agree. From today we're officially business partners." Reza said happily and shook Nathan's hand.

*****

Three days later...

I looked at my dress shop that I had left for a few days on vacation and I was finally able to go home. I don't know why, though,. God always returns me to the past.

" Light, thank you for coming with me." Reza wanted to kiss my cheek but I kept my face away. I am not ready to accept anyone in my life.

" I'll take you if you want to go to Nathan's."

" Go home, Za. You need to rest too." My words diverted the conversation.

I don't want to talk about Nathan when we're apart. That'll make me tormented. Somehow they used to be when I decided to leave. Why can it be like this. I was saddened and devastated to see Bu Fitri just lying helpless. I'd love to take care of him but on the other hand I want to forget Nathan completely and open my heart to Reza. He's a good-natured man. I didn't want to hurt him or disappoint him.

*****

The shop was a little quiet today. Not as crowded as usual. Probably because of the old date factor. So many people are skimping. My clothing store can be pretty big. There are two floors that I make a place of business. I was helped by seven employees who took care of everything. I am grateful to have an honest employee.

I took a taxi to pick up Gio at school. Because Gio school is quite far from home or shop. Arriving there. I saw some mothers gathering. Exchange stories while waiting for children to go home from school. I approached them. But I am not near them yet. I heard my name being mentioned. Shut up I'm stealing listen.

" mom. Did you know Gio's mom?" A mother wearing a red shirt started the conversation the other mothers nodded.

" I heard that she's a widow, not a girl, either." Connect again. Heard me being made their gossip. Makes this heart tear.

" What time, Mam?" Ask the mother in purple.

" Don't you pick up Gio that often is his papa, huh?" The other law.

" Eh, No. That's my mom's new gebetan. Have a child but it's not clear whose father." The mother in red was warming up.

" I don't think so. It's a good woman." The other timpal sneered.

' Lord, strengthen my heart.' Ratapku.

" We take care of our husbands. Don't take it for a girl like that." The red-clad mother increasingly berpompori greeted with a nod of approval other mothers.

" Well, do you know where Mama Gio is?" Ask the short-haired mom.

" Yes know. My brother used to be a neighbor to Mama Gio." Answer again.

' Oh my God, why is there such a trial. Doesn't explain why I got pregnant. Whereas at that time, my case was very crowded in our complex environment.

It hurts so much that people think I'm a cheap woman. Was I wrong to have children out of wedlock? If you can choose. I don't want that either.

Can't stand the taste anymore. I finally came out of hiding. I was just about to step up. Someone suddenly precedes me. He stopped in front of the mothers who were using me.

I'm not the only one stuck. The mothers were silent as well. Fascinated by his handsome face. In addition, he who still wears a suit, increasingly makes it authoritative.