King Mafia And His Angel
Chapter 71 A&A

While you can stop by here, Mak

...DUSK ABOVE THE HORIZON...

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Dusk stared at the handsome face of the man before him without letting out his voice, paying attention to the rhythm of the words spoken by the man for some time.

Letting the man continue to convey what he should have heard and he agreed to the deal they did together.

He listened well to what the man said without ever thinking of answering or refuting when the man continued to talk.

In front of the girl there are several sheets of letters containing writings that are actually quite burdensome, but she prefers to shut up and finish reading it earlier.

I don't know how the beginning of them met, how could they finally sit in this place face to face with each other.

whether this is fate or just a word of chance where they are both in a position to want something and also need something.

it was as if from the very beginning there was a thread tie that attracted the two of them to gather here and agree on something that twilight did not know whether this was beneficial to him or harming him yet clearly favoured the man who it was in front of him but he did not understand whether it would also harm the man before him one day.

Twilight, as soon as people call his name.

They say Dusk is a beautiful moment in the afternoon before sunset. The arrival of twilight can be said to be a favorite time before night and a moment that is often awaited by many people.

Dusk or magrib is the part of the time of day or the half-darkness of the earth after sunset, when the disk of the sun as a whole has disappeared from the HORIZON.

Does Dusk have benefits for the people around him?.

well of course there is.

They say Dusk gives a new perception of time. Have you ever felt that time goes by so fast? Usually this you will feel when you are doing something fun until the time feels fast. Or maybe when you are being chased by a lot of work deadlines. In these conditions, when looking at the sunset you will feel as if time is running slowly. This happens because you are fixated on the beauty of the scene so that you feel the time goes slower. Moreover, the boundless breadth of the sky increasingly gave the same impression.

Even thanks to seeing Dusk makes us more grateful, the beauty of the sunset will make you feel more grateful because you are still given the opportunity to enjoy it.

"Don't dream of a loving marriage, you and I just agree on a letter of agreement between the two parties to make each other a profit"

The man in front of the Dusk continued to speak, staring flat at the Dusk while sipping his drink.

perhaps of all the male figures he had met on this earth, this man before him was a man who was quite flat and had no heart.

he did not know if the man had very severe life problems like himself, but when they do a deal like this can be sure if the man in front of him does not have the slightest heart.

how can the man promise marriage without heart and also without love?!.

Cakrawala is the name of the man, who only two days he knew, came to bring hope for his decision in some time.

when he thought he no longer had a way and he already thought that the path he was going to take was deadlocked as if God was sending a helper angel for himself but also the man before him as ifhe became an angel ready to take his life at any time.

Horizon, isn't it very coincidental that man's name is the horizon? imagine how when Dusk is met with Horizon, whereas in reality Horizon cannot live without Dusk and vice versa.

It is never thought if the two names are separated from the created part of God.

The horizons of the man are cold and flat, who has never used his heart in recent years, for his woman does not become his need, he closes his heart and his eyes to a creature named woman, who is, he'd rather make a deal to get his will.

Losing makes him forget what it feels like to love, to fall in love even in love.

The pressure of the family to remarry and get offspring continues to craze in the last half year, therefore inevitably he seeks a way to free himself from the arranged marriage that will be created by his parents, because it is not the case, he was looking for a girl he could pay for and take advantage of each other for a profit.

"Only until you give birth to my baby will we create a conflict until there is a divorce between us, can anyone who will be wrong among us later, he said, before that would be the way for us to part"

Cakra spoke again, looking at the face of Dusk with a sharp gaze like an eagle.

the domineering handsome face despite his age had clearly been much more mature than the ages of the men he had ever known, ever since, but believe me that man is the most handsome man of all men who ever Dusk in his lifetime.

"Have you understood all the contracts?"

When the man asked her, Dusk tried to look into the man's eyeballs, then the girl could only nod her head.

"Is there anything you want to ask or is there something you want to say in our next marriage agreement?"

the man asked while looking at his interlocutor, making sure if the actual agreement letter made was very clear without flaw.

Hearing the question posed by Cakra immediately made Dusk look back into Cakra's eyeballs, he looked at the face of the man before him for some time.

"Can I have the down payment?"

Just that line of questions that she wanted to know, she only needed her money for her father's surgery at this time no more.

Cakra seemed unmoved to hear the words thrown by the girl before him.

"I'll send it to your account right now.

*****

Ever asked what dream does Dusk want?!.

She became queen one day in her marriage.

All women dream of this once-in-a-lifetime moment. Look beautiful to be queen a day on the stage.

Not only dresses and makeup, women also have dreams about post-marriage life. Live the sweet days together as a husband and wife.

so it seemed like they must have thought of many things on their wedding day, want to hear the hustle and laughter of friends who might be envious of a wedding held once in their lifetime.

But for real he had to swallow all his dreams today, because in the end one's dreams sometimes have to run aground because of circumstances, sometimes even what was planned in the past will not be implemented as expected in the present.

A simple marriage with a potluck dowry, a set of prayer tools and sacred promises in front of the ruler, the rest is not there, therefore he chose to be silent and throw away all his dreams.

"I accepted her marriage, her marriage....."

Cakra voices were heard filling the white domineering room, where several witnesses and guests attended their wedding.

There is no loving proposal, no happy laughter or temptation for the sake of temptation thrown out for the newlyweds.

everything goes so straight and flat with no taste in it, just like a vegetable so cook without salt and micin, tasteless also tasteless.

"Well.?"

"Well"

"Well"

"Well"

The twilight eyeballs momentarily stared forward, the empty sight crashing into thought, in the next few seconds the girl's eyeballs were seen glazed over when the word legitimate was thrown from many people who claimed to belong to someone.

Although the sacred promise was religiously bound, even witnessed by the witnesses and her guardian, it was not a real marriage between her and Cakra.

As the girl's tears rolled down her cheeks, she could not express her feelings at all at this moment whether she was actually currently happy or she was injured, but sometimes life is an unfair choice to make.

When you hope to walk to the right of reality you are forced to go to the left, you hope to walk in the front direction but sometimes you will be pulled by Allah SWT backwards.

Indeed, the life of man is a long, tiring journey, full of twists and turns, and through stages. Starting from the spirit realm, the womb realm, the world realm, the barzakh realm, to the afterlife which leads to the final stopover for humans, heaven or hell. Al-Qur’an and Sunnah have recounted every phase of the man's long journey.

He showed his head, sobbing in silence then Dusk raised his head that had been bowed since earlier, staring in front of him for some time, he looked at the face of his mother who kept crying beside him, he knew the woman did not sincerely let go of herself but did not dare to speak at all, close the wounds in his heart while trying to develop his smile and say he is happy with the marriage he is doing now.

She remembered what her mother said yesterday.

"Married it is not a neng game, where you can start the game When ready and end if it is getting bored. Marriage is not just a sacred bond of promise on both sides or two people. But also a bond with the creator. "

"Marriage is not just a Book of Marriage, Ijab and Reception, but the promise is the same God, ashamed of God for playing worship that God likes most"

Dusk is not budging at all, choosing silence while busy preparing food in a simple kitchen with a floor.

"Bismillah Mak, God willing"

And now the reality is he married in the game, considers this worship only their intermediary to benefit each other.

Dusk looked at his mother and let the woman embrace him slowly.

"Jama’allahu syamlakumaa, waas’ada jadda kumaa, wabaarik ‘alaikumaa, waakhraja minkumaa katsiran thayyiban."

Meaning:

“May God gather the perfection of the two of you, please the earnestness of the two of you, bless you both, and bring out of the two of you many virtues.” (CHR. Anas ibn Malik in the Book of Ar-Riyadh An-Nadhrah 2:183, Chapter 4).

Whisper Mother Twilight then.

Her crying spilled back.

if anyone asks why she is crying right now, she was not saddened by her current marriage but there was another burden that made her feel she should not be bound in this marriage if she could turn back the clock and vote in the past.

For a moment Dusk stared at his palm, where he had been holding something there.

How are you doing right now?!.

Hope everything's okay.

****

The main house of the Cakra family

The twilight eyeballs stared at the palace-style house before him, as he swallowed his saliva.

Cakra's life is in stark contrast to his life, where all are different, even the size of their house is no larger than the size of the garage.

Dusk was silent, squeezing his hands for some time when the car they were riding stopped right in front of the entrance to the palace building.

He could see Cakra coming down from the car he was riding in without saying much, Dusk finally came down from the car slowly.

Like the story of Korean drama when entering the house of a ruler, some servants without bowing their heads in front of Cakra then Dusk.

But in the next instant his twilight eyeballs stared at the row of three people standing before him.

A man his father's age, a woman older than his mother and a woman about 1-2 years old above Cakra.

"You've come home with your chosen wife?"

The stylish woman is so luxurious and elegant with the hair that is perfectly bunned and the makeup of the head office style of speech welcomes Cakra, Dusk guess it must be the mother of Cakra.

The woman's view towards her looks not okay, quite different from the way men her father's age look at her.

The old man approached Dusk while staring in the face of Dusk for some time, then the man said.

"You're going to take a while to adapt to the Cakra family, I hope you feel at home living here with everyone, son"

When the man spoke like that Dusk could guess the character possessed by his in-laws.

"Ckckckck though I didn't say your taste was bad, but she's still a country girl"

There was a voice chuckling from the lips of the Woman who is the mother of Cakra, the woman stared at Dusk for some time, looking at the girl from the tip of her foot to the tip of her head.

Huhhh..

the woman gave a rough sigh.

The girl is not at all afraid or trying to swallow her saliva, she just thinks it is natural that a mother does not really like their children's chosen son-in-law because it does not fit their criteria and expectations.

While in the womb a mother expects the good of their children to pray for the rising and struggle to give birth to their baby, so born struggling to become the main madrassa, he said, do not create the wrong generation.

morning, noon pray for happiness, not even infrequently design a future for their children, he said, hope one day the children will live better than themselves and get a son-in-law according to their expectations.

The reality is once their adult children have dared to make their own decisions that never consciously hurt the heart of a mother.

Dusk expands her smile, tries to display her best expression, moves closer to the woman and treats her slowly.

"Ckckckck does not need to be so polite, later also if it enters the city life Adab disappears on its own because the lifestyle is starting to change"

Cetus, the sentence is very sparkly spoken from behind the red lips of women in front of Dusk.

He had what with such a human character, the hickhead who entered the city initially looked mediocre and very innocent as well as stupid, but later after being smart and clever using sandals, he said, forget all of them, don't even remember they ever came from the village.

Lost already the manners of the village, turned into a slang urban style.

It's a reality that happens in real life.

Instead of heartache, Dusk answered gently.

"God does not, Mom"

He knows that among those who like us there will be those who hate us, among the favors given by Allah SWT, there will be infinite trials.

Just enjoy it, one day you will miss this process, behind the successful or not a process in life, there will be times when you miss the past and want to look back to make it a learning.

"Here you go, take him upstairs, his face can give me a headache"

Cakra's mother brushed off her rough hands, reluctant to be touched by the lady's hick that really wasn't her taste.

The young woman standing next to the woman was seen shaking her head.

"Ma..."

He tried to remind, glancing towards Dusk while widening his smile.

"Bak deliver to room well, Cakra should also rush to company, Pa .. Nabila titip Icha"

After saying so, the young woman immediately led her twilight hand, letting a servant seedling carry the suitcase in the girl's hand.

"Don't be offended by his nature, he is, but he likes someone, his good mother is like an angel"

the woman whispered while patting her back, making twilight turn towards her.

"Call brother, brother Nabila, 2-year-old brother above Cakra, no need to worry about anything hmmm"

Follow that woman again.

Dusk develops his smile, at least as difficult as any marriage, there is still a good and supportive of him.

Because not all rich families have high hearts and haughty, right?!.

****

"No mama does not like, do you not see the girl from Nabila village, village"

Mama Niar continued to complain in front of her daughter, while her hands were busy cleaning the fruits above the dishwasher, how many days her head felt like breaking when she knew Cakra, the, his favorite son married a poor girl also from the village.



imagine how she felt right now, she pressured her son into marriage, choosing the best bride-to-be to replace her dead daughter-in-law.

5 Years was enough for him to see his chakra slump in a state of being due to recalling his ex-wife.

"People who have died are unlikely to return again, stop thinking Jelita will return to the world"

"Mama will introduce you to the daughter of mama's friend, her daughter is a doctor of Cakra, will not be ashamed you can be the son of Mr. Santoso and Irma's mother, it is quite equivalent if you become the daughter-in-law of the Gunawan family"

"Mama wants to have grandchildren too, kepengen bring Grandson at each event arisan mothers with friends mama"

that's what he always told Cakra, his son to marry his chosen girl, who would have thought if the pressure passed for some time later even made Cakra say if he had found the moorings of his heart and also his future wife.

"Not the village girl is also Cakra.."

"But he's better suited to my mum Ma, preferring a housewife, not a wife who has a brilliant career that will complicate our relationship because of their respective work egos"

"if you marry the girl of your choice, your mother will never come to your wedding, take it"

and in the end what she was afraid of happened as well, Cakra just asked for Restu and actually married the village girl whom she did not know her son found him where.

not to mention that her son did not bring her or her husband but brought her brother, it was outrageous.

Mama Niar gave a rough sigh.

"how low does it seem, what less beautiful city girl? wear a women's search event in all villages"

Oceh Mama Niar again, he continued to wash the remaining scum in front of him.

He did not know how to express his disappointment and annoyance at the moment, but he naturally felt disappointed and annoyed at Cakra's decision which he considered to have crossed his limits.

how could the son have married without her permission at all, as if he did not consider her to exist and did not consider her to be a mother at all.

the heart of which mother will not be disappointed when her son suddenly gets married and brings a son-in-law to their house but they have no idea who the son-in-law is.

amid the frustration and anger of her mother, Nabila seemed silent. He chose to cut the watermelon fruit on the dining table, not making any sound at all since.



his ears had become accustomed to hearing his mother's ravings whenever things were not in the way of his mother's wishes long ago, so he should not be at all surprised by what his mother was throwing at this time.

the woman did never feel compatible with anyone, even her marriage and her husband first time also like that, did not approve it at the beginning but over time even became a daughter-in-law of pride.

maybe it has become the nature of a mother to their child and also the choice of their child, maybe because initially felt not in accordance with expectations but who knows attention for the sake of attention can melt the heart of a mother of her daughters-in-law.

And as biasadia already frowned with the nature of his mother, once the old woman blabbering it will continue to move on 7 derivatives, 7 climbs also 7 turns, and the, even if measured by railways gate the length may be almost the same, the, what was more terrible about her mother's bad disease while babbling was that she would never stop her babbling and continue at any period she wanted either early morning afternoon evening at either meal or hour relax or even watch TV or even play mobile phone.

what's the term? anyway so long babbling his mama he can not measure or calculate the duration of the babbling time middle-aged woman more.

"didn't you imagine if the child would one day visit and feel if he was the hostess in the Cakra residence?"

Her mother knowingly asked while stopping the movement of her hands, staring at her daughter for some time.

He looked at Nabila's face while wondering if maybe dusk would disappoint him.

"in the end, the hick still does not know themselves, once they do not know themselves" continued Mama again.

When she finally stopped her hand, she turned around and looked at her Mom for some time, a few seconds later she developed her best smile.

"Mama is praying?"

ask Nabila suddenly.

hearing her daughter's question instantly made Mama Niar pause for a moment, then she replied in annoyance.

"after eating, new prayers"

The woman answered quickly then threw away her gaze.

He thought it seemed like his rant had not been listened to by his daughter at all, so he thought it was a waste that he had spoken at length times the width of the high since earlier, so he thought it was futile that he had spoken at length times high, in the end his daughter will stay that way not listening to him and the fool instead diverts the conversation not according to his expectations.

the woman finally let out a rough sigh.

seeing the expression of his mother now Nabila finally stepped closer to his Mama, he hugged the woman slowly from behind, it suddenly made Mama Niar silent.

"Don't we know ma? it's not good to be prejudiced when we just don't know him?"

“Be away by you mostly from prejudices. Indeed part of that prejudice is bad (sin)” (Q.S. Al Hujuraat: 12).

In the Hadith, the Prophet also affirmed that:

“Keep prejudice, for prejudice is as bad as the word”.

"Enjoy it, if it's not our Right, Dusk it's our choice of chakra, it's about living the Horizon, not about living Nabila or living Bagaskara"

Nabila said as she continued to hug her Mama, calming the old woman over her anger and anxiety that she did not find beneficial.