Dusk Substitute
Parmi Mbok

Step by step over the village path. The sound of a weak step, as weak as the heart of the lover. Kala longs to cover the heart, when the soul cries out to the one who is longed for. Each step felt so heavy, as if the bones were no longer able to withstand the longing. An unpredictable heartache is like a puzzle without edges. Complicated without limits, where are the ends and bases? That's what Radit's body is like now. His steps were weak, his heart was troubled and his soul was riled up. Looking for the best answer between her discordant voice who worries about Nissa's unusual attitude.

As long as Radit steps, he arrives in a hut. A small modest house, where Nissa hides from Radit's world. Radit's steps stopped, he stared in disbelief. The spacious hut was the same as the guard post in his house. The house roofed with old isthmus and bamboo walls, with a solid red soil. Radit is in pain, realizing Nissa is sleeping comfortably in a house she doesn't deserve. Defeating the grand house. His hubris crumbles and is trampled upon, realizing Nissa is refusing the luxury of him. Radit felt inferior with his shallow thoughts. Thinking Nissa preferred him, because of his luxury and power.

"Radit, you're fine!" whispered Rayhan, right behind Radit. Rayhan sees Radit's excitement, Radit's incredulous look at home that makes Nissa comfortable.

Amira looked back, she saw Radit's concern. The disbelief of a talented and successful young CEO. His low sense of luxury and power never made Nissa glare. Amira smiled, seeing how shocked Radit was. With both of his eyes, Radit saw another figure of Nissa. The debt-ridden woman who is now a part of him. Amira stared triumphantly, when she was finally able to show Nissa's simplicity. A sincere person without falsehood.

"Bok, Nissa!" greet Amira friendly, mbok Parmi turned his head. With slow steps, Parmi approached Amira.

Her body is no longer as strong as it used to be, an old granny who lives alone without anyone? Life depends on nature, rests on destiny and endures with the rest of its strength. The old woman who became a grandmother for the past few years. Meeting Nissa and Mbok Parmi, no more provisions of fate that make Nissa his adopted granddaughter. Old grandmother who still looks beautiful, although wrinkles adorn her face. The white skin signifies that Parmi mbok was once a village flower that many men admired. But now he lives alone without a son or grandchild.

"Amira, who are they?" sahut mbok Parmi, ignoring Amira's question. Mbok Parmi sees Radit and Rayhan's awkward attitude. The red soil they ploughed into made the expensive shoes dirty Radit and Rayhan. Natural red earths are not as beautiful as marble floors in their offices or homes.

"They....!" said Amira restrained, mbok Parmi smiled with the rest of his teeth.

"One of them is Nissa's husband!" mbok Parmi said, Amira nodded without hesitation. Mbok Parmi immediately called Radit and Rayhan. Mbok Parmi's warm attitude, immediately makes Radit and Rayhan comfortable. The two walked over to Mbok Parmi. A smile greeted Radit and Rayhan.

"Please sit!" pinta Mbok Parmi, Radit and Rayhan nodded. The two sat on the hall in front of Mbok Parmi's house. A mat-lined hall.

"Amira, get me a drink. I went to the fields for a while, picked up some vegetables and mangoes!"

"Let Amira help!" pinta Amira, Mbok Parmi refused with a headband.

Mbok Parmi left his two special guests. Radit feels alien at Mbok Parmi's house. The atmosphere was so quiet, it slightly made Radit and Rayhan uncomfortable. Is it more than fear? In fact, neither Radit nor Rayhan believed in anything. Including the comfort of Nissa in this simple house.

"Drink!"

"Lisa!" said Radit, along with Amira who offers drinks. With an eye gesture, Amira pointed into the room. More precisely a room that is sealed woven bamboo and covered by a thin and shabby curtain cloth.

Radit went straight inside, towards the room that Amira was showing. Radit fluttered the curtain cloth, his body stiff and his gaze wistful. Looked the body he was looking for, the shady face that was missed. Radit stared at the delirium, seeing Nissa sleeping curled up behind a blanket of rags. Nissa sleeps with her hands together. Nissa slept soundly on a hall made of bamboo. Radit was getting more and more upset, when he knocked against the hall that felt so hard. Far from soft and comfortable springbed in his home.

"Nissa, who are you? Why is it so hard to recognize you? You were so warm in an instant I felt your cold. I love you, but now it's as if my love is tormenting you. The luxury I gave you, like a prison that never made you comfortable and safe. Instead this rickety hut, this hard hall and this thin blanket of rags. It feels so comfortable and safe for you. What wrong? Why do I feel like you hate me so much? I love you, but your cold and indifferent attitude makes me tired. Your steps keep moving away, as strong as I'm chasing you. Your steps will become more unguided. Katana just once, what makes you restless. Until you choose to hide so far. Does missing ever mean anything to you? Or this love is too cheap for you. Nissa, who are you? Why can't I know you? Our world is different, but I believe our hearts are the same and one!" batin Radit, while looking fixed Nissa. Nissa's subtle snoring voice, further adding to Radit's heart-pounding plumpness.

Radit approached towards Nissa, he gently rubbed Nissa's wet forehead. Radit was stunned to feel Nissa's body heat. As Radit hugged Nissa, fear suddenly enveloped his heart. Radit holds Nissa's head, trying to wake Nissa up from her sleep. Radit was afraid something might happen to Nissa. Lovingly, Radit kissed Nissa on the forehead. It brings such great affection. Nissa opened her eyes, a smile on Nissa's face greeted Radit. It was as if Nissa was feeling happy, looking at Radit's face.

"Roman!" nissa said, her hand raised. Nissa rubbed Radit's face warmly and lovingly. Two eyes I sayu Nissa, clearly Nissa has not realized. Nissa was still in a semi-conscious state. Radit clasped Nissa's hand that was touching her face.

"If this wasn't a dream, I would be the happiest woman. But all this is nothing more than a dream. I'm tired of running from you, and now even your shadow is chasing me. Why Radit? Why are you so perfect? Why did I become the second? Why do we meet when you love another woman? Why do I love you? Why Radit? What's my fault with you, until I can't get away from you? The more I want to go, the greater my need to be with you. Radit, I love you and this love is killing me!" nissa said softly, then fell asleep in Radit's lap.

Cup

"I love you, love you so much!" whispered Radit, shortly after kissing Nissa's forehead.