H.U.R.T
Twilight

Tired of reading the book, the two fell asleep on the couch hugging. Sleep really, comfortably, soundly, no burden, no disturbance and the waves on the beach become the most beautiful soothing singing voice.

I don't know how long they slept, when Zinia opened her eyes, all she found was Steve's face still asleep. The soft snoring made Zinia pull both corners of her lips.

Zinia refuses to move, worried that her movements will wake Steve up. He wanted to keep looking at the man's face. When else could he look at that beautiful face blatantly.

Starting from the forehead, hair, chin, jaw, nose to the eyebrows and eyelashes. Zania enjoyed all of those sights. Then he surprised himself when he found his eyes staring at Steve's lips. Zenia reflex biting her lower lip. The mischievous shadow reappeared, making him tempted to want to feel it again.

Zinia shook her head, getting rid of the perverted thoughts that have lately been gnawing at her.

He turned his attention to Steve's entire face.

"Silent no pore. He is okay. The nicest guy I've ever seen. How beautiful he is. No one would believe that he had a sleep disorder."

Zenia switched to Jacoon Stev. Jakun was tormented as far as in his memory. He never knew if a jakun could make blood rustle violently.

"This must be a magic jakun." this time he played his index finger there. Menoelnya a little but repeatedly.

His eyes narrowed when he accidentally saw a faint letter sculpture on Steve's left chest. Like a tattoo that is deliberately painted with ink that resembles skin.

"Sw.Lexi."

Zenia flinched for quite a long time to pay attention to the collection of words that make up a name. The same name Steve shouted when he had a nightmare.

"What happened to Lexi?" Zinia mutters. He was attacked by a strong curiosity. But to ask Steve, he didn't have enough courage.

Unknowingly, Zenia rubbed the tattoo slowly and carefully.

The touch of his fingers turned out to make Steve disturbed. The man opened his eyes, finding Zenia who was looking at his chest. Steve immediately pulled Zinia's hand from there.

Like a thief caught off guard, Zinia was shocked. He almost jumped, but Steve's movements were faster than him. The man hugged her even more tightly, holding her in his position.

"You peeking?" steve's voice rattled, a voice that seemed to want to invite marriage.

Zenia felt her hearing was being pampered. It turned out that it wasn't just Steve's junkyard that was making trouble in him. Steve's new voice woke up more dangerous. His stomach was twisting and tickling at the same time.

"Your clothes are disrespectful." Zenia defended herself. A futile defense because his face was already red from shame.

"Whatever the condition of my clothes, you should keep your eyes on me, miss. Peeping on a sleeping person is not polite?"

Zenia was provoked by anger, her eyes bulging with annoyance, her nose a deflated flower.

"Talking about politeness, do you feel like you've been polite enough, Mr. Percy?!"

Steve curled his eyebrows at the girl's anger. Instead of being surprised, Steve was very enthusiastic about enjoying the anger of Zenia..

"Where is my disrespectful act?" Steve was fishing.

"Everything you have does not reflect politeness!" Zinia broke free from Steve's embrace. All women are like that. If you are upset, refuse to be touched.

With a heavy heart, Steve let Zenia get away from him. The girl stood in front of him with her hands folded on her chest.

"See the clothes you're wearing? You purposely dress like this to attract the attention of the girls to look at you with interest, forcing their fantasies to be overdone. It's 'right you want to deliberately flaunt your biceps as if yelling calling for the temptation 'let's bite me'. You also purposely put on the reverse topic, making the girls who saw it tempted to want to get rid of the hat to see the hair hidden there."

"What will the girls do after seeing my hair?" Steve immediately sat down to enjoy Zinia's face closer and more thoroughly.

"As I said earlier. Fantasized to play the fingers on your fine hair."

"Is that what you want? Bite my biceps and play your fingers in my hair?"

Zinia choked, her eyes glaring sharply.

"I said girls!"

"And you belong to the group of girls. Why didn't you do it? You have that chance."

"And Lexi will curse me wherever she is."

For a moment Steve was shocked. But Zenia was unaware of that.

"Your next disrespect is to seduce me. Seduce a girl when you already have a woman." Zenia turned her face away after saying that. He didn't want Steve to see the jealousy on his face even though his words had clearly implied his jealousy.

Zinia snorted, "Do I look jealous?"

"Yes,"

"If so you think too highly of yourself. I'm not jealous."

"You're the one who thinks I'm great and I'm big-headed because of that assumption. You're the one who praises my biceps, admires my junks, everything you do makes me bigger in the head."

"God..."

"Have your meaningless jealousy. Tell me, what do you want to do? Spending time together while doing sweet things to fall asleep we have done. Fighting and making up are also on my fantasy list and accidentally we did too. Do I have to apologize or would you rather give in and apologize?"

"What question is this? Everywhere women want to be persuaded!"

Steve menguulum his smile. "Usually you always give up. All right, I was wrong, I'm sorry. My words are so outrageous that they make you angry. Is my apology accepted?"

"Sorry will be accepted if you also apologize to Zetta's friends. Apologize properly if you want me to not be angry with you anymore!" Zinia pressed her sentence firmly as Steve was about to open the mouth that Zenia believed to raise a protest and rejection.

"Your bugup is also suddenly gone."

Steve's light statement made Zinia speechless.

"So you want me to apologize to them?"

Zenia nodded, not wanting to make any more noise. Worrying if his mouth returns a long sentence.

"All right, I'll do it later. So, what are we gonna do now? You like watching?"

"Depends on what is being watched. What if we look at the sun sinking from your room. The glass here should be opened, not closed. Let the air, the sunlight in here. And I didn't find a mirror in the bathroom. I like to reflect. Can I make it there? Mirror in the toilet?"

Steve was silent for a moment. Should he grant Zenia's wish which means he must fight her trauma. This is the time when he dared to face it all. He also wanted to see how his junky form made the girl gaze in awe.

"If you mind, I can't force it."

"Do as you wish. Whatever it is."

"really?" Zenia jumped up in excitement while clapping her hands. "Can I open these curtains and put a mirror in the toilet?"

Steve nodded his head.

"Really?"

"If it makes you happy. Do it."

"Happy, very happy. Come on, let's go to your room. From there, the beach looks beautiful. My fantasy was, looking up at the twilight sky until sunset with the handsome man who hugged me from behind."

"Fantasy can be you too" Steve stood up, extending a hand that Zenia greeted immediately. Their fingers are linked to each other. "Let's make your fantasy come true."

"What do you like about twilight?" Steve asked as they climbed the stairs.

"Senja teaches us that something that looks beautiful is mostly temporary. The sunsets will teach us to appreciate what the sun gives us."

"It's wise of your words."

"I quote it from several sources," I Zinia without feeling ashamed. Steve laughed at the girl's confession.

"Then what do you think of dusk, Steve?"

"Senja is indeed so beautiful, but the sunlight remains irreplaceable, even with a candle that shines very bright even. I've been through a lot of twilight, but I've never been through twilight with someone so meaningful. Maybe this time it will feel very different. But, the nature of twilight is only temporary, this is what makes me not like it. He only stopped for a short while after a long wait."

Zinia stopped her steps, she turned to Steve who was also looking at her. For a moment the two locked each other's irises.

"Senja too hastily passed, before I had time to color the sky with the colors of my shade that was always blue," the words that came out of Steve's mouth were the expressions of his deepest heart that was too disappointed with his way of life.

"Senja never asked you to wait for her, but twilight was very loyal. He doesn't have to promise to come back. He just needs time to keep up. Because he knows, to leave does not mean to carry out all hope. But leave only to test a loyalty.”

"Falid?" Steve laughed sweetly. "Senja is the way the universe teaches us that everything is only temporary. Including at this time. Finish the verses about this twilight and let's make your fantasy come true."