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Chapter 3

"Why? Does my name sound weird? " ask Tara.

"Our names both have elements of color. He's Orange Tarisma, that's my name." Dance could see if Tara was smiling knots.

"That's not going to be separated by twilight. Both are pleasant, sometimes bright they are happy, but sometimes dark grieving. But the sky always accepts twilight as it is."

Dari feels Tara's speech like a conversation, but yes Tari admits, he also likes twilight that is so soothing. "I used to dream of making a tent cafe on the beach, which not only offers a variety of delicious culinary, but also offers a panorama of twilight accompanied by keroncong music. But they must have thought that I sold my name and now I don't want to be a cafe waiter either."

"It's possible to just be the owner. Not then you are the servant." said Tara. Unknowingly Dance whispered "D'Jingga cafe. It was indeed a pretty cool name for a beautiful beachside cafe, but soon I will have a master's degree in business administration. That's his name down the ranks, isn't it? Currently I work as Chief Operational Officer/COO at the largest technology company in Jakarta."

"Having your own business is not down the ranks" said Tara. Dance raised her eyebrows "Except a businesswoman like you."

Tara nodded in agreement. "Except a businessman like me." reiterate."So who gave you a name that good?"

Silent moment. "My father. As an only child of course my father was very excited to welcome the birth of his daughter who was born in the twilight, and he made his choice on the name Orange as my last name."

"Your father must be very silly, choose a name just because you were born in the afternoon" said Tara.

"My father just died this morning."

Tara glanced towards Tari. "Don't joke about death!"

"I'm not kidding, that's why I got up here, I want to cry and scream my heart out in the silence of the night" said Tari 'Before you came to disturb my inner calm.

While Tara looked at Tari suspiciously, she confirmed that Tari was not joking, then apologized for her disrespectful remarks she had just made. He looked at Dari with a curious look, as if he was very interested in the next story. "Is your relationship with your father very close?"

That's a difficult question for Tari to answer, he looked back at the highway below. "Come," replied Tari while shrugging her shoulders. "As a child, I loved him. But as a human being, I hate him so much."

Tari could feel if Tara was watching him for a moment, then said. "I like your honesty."

Tara likes my honesty? I think my face is red at the moment.

Tara gouged out a piece of the peeling layer of the cement wall with her index finger, then she flicked it. "I think almost everyone lives in pretenses, even some of them are good at hiding it."

"I think being more closed doesn't hurt," said Tari. "Because not everyone should know who we really are."

Tara looked at Dari for a moment. "Honesty is what it is" he said. "I like that." Tara turned around and walked to the middle of the rooftop. Tara restyled the backrest of one of the folding lounge chairs on the rooftop, then she lay down and put her hands together while looking at the sky.

Dari also did the same thing, he also fixed the position of the chair backrest and lay like Tara.

"Tell me one more honesty, Dance."

"About what?" tanya Dance.

Tara shrugged her shoulders. "Anything, something you haven't told the people closest to you includes your best friend."

Tara looked up at the sky waiting for Dance's answer. Dance Eyes down the line of her jaw, the curve of her cheeks, the shape of her lips. Tari thinks about the question posed by Tara and tries to find out what secrets she has never told her closest friend.

As Tari found the answer to Tara's question, she again threw her gaze into the sky. "My father likes to torture" said Tari. Tara looked at him.

"Not tormenting me, but my Mother" Dance immediately clarified her sentence. "When they quarrel, and the anger of the father peaks, that's where the father often hits the mother. But after that happened, the father turned into a very affectionate figure as if he loved mother very much. She bought us flowers, lots of presents, fancy dinners, vacations wherever you and I wanted, dad did it all because he knew I was so sorry for their fight." Dance shifted a little restyling her sleeping position to be more comfortable for her.

"When I was a kid, I always waited for the night of my parents' fight, because I knew if you hit you, it would be fun afterwards." Dance was silent for a moment, she was not sure if she had those thoughts. "But of course, I'd much rather you didn't hurt me. But the torture was unavoidable to them, so we got used to it. As I grew up, I began to realize that if I kept quiet, I was guilty of it for the rest of my life because I hated my father, because he was evil."

Tara turned her head and looked at Tari with a serious expression. "Dance" he said straightforwardly. "There are no bad people in the world, only sometimes people do bad things."

Tari opens her mouth to touch Tara, but Tara's words make her shut up. It's just that sometimes people do things that are not good. There is a point, no one is completely evil and no one is entirely good.

"Now it's your turn." said Tari.

Seeing Tara's reaction, Tari Rasa Tara is reluctant to say the honesty that occurs in her life. Tara sighed heavily and rubbed her hair. He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. Tara thought for a moment and finally said. "Inadvertently, tonight I saw a boy die." Tara's voice sounded desperate. "A pair of brothers, they found a gun in his parents' room. The little brother held the gun and then erupted."

Dance flinched, it seemed like this honesty was somewhat overrated for her.

"The brother had to lie on the operating table in an unconscious condition, until a while later the doctor came out of the operating room and told him that the brother could not be saved."