Loved Brondong
Yasmin

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Yasmin was still standing and watching the painting lined up in front of her. He was fascinated by one of the images that so caught his attention. Painting gray clouds mixed with bluish it etched orange color, forming twilight perfectly, under which there is a beach that is so beautiful. However, when he approached, the painting turned out to be the image of two people who looked friendly facing each other as if they were about to kiss.

Eza was about to invite Yasmin to sit down, but when she saw Yasmin observing the painting, Eza approached her. He stood right behind Yasmin. The woman touched the painting, touched it as if remembering her memories while in Bali with Eza at that time.

“Senja,” said Eza while staring at the painting.

“Yes, this twilight is so beautiful.” Yasmin was still watching every inch of the painting, her hands did not stop touching the canvas.

“More beautiful again Senjaku,” Eza smile that only crowned by Yasmin.

“Who painted it?” ask Yasmin.

“Who else if not the Sky?” Yasmin turned her head to the side. “seriously you painted?”

“Do what I lie, Dusk. There, there are still many paintings about you, about us. Eza pointed to the inside of the booth, though not so big, but the place was enough to pour his love of painting.

“If you like, then take aja.” Eza then took Yasmin by the hand, inviting her in to see her collection. “Look!”

“Hey, why cry, hem?” Eza lowered his head and tilted, looking at Yasmin's face, her cheeks were already soaked in tears.

“You ... thanks for everything. Sorry if all this time I was so annoying.” The woman wiped the tears on her cheek with her wiggly finger.

Eza's hand immediately grasped Yasmin's hands. The man wiped the rest of the tears with his thumb.

"You shouldn't cry, Dusk.” Seeing Yasmin's deep expression, Eza seemed to have a chance to express her feelings. He was so sure, Yasmin also had the same feeling towards him. However, the taste seemed to be stuck in his recess.

“Perhaps, I'm a stupid man who can't yet understand what love is. I only understood it when I knew you. This painting, I made it when I missed you so much. Every brush stroke, my mind never stops imagining you. Believe me, Dusk, you are the only woman who has been in my heart.”

Yasmin was silent at once, she was shocked by Eza's words. His heart seemed to stop beating while holding tightness in the chest because it was so in the sentence that Eza said. Although he had a doubt, but Yasmin knew enough this time, that Eza was indeed a man who sincerely loved him.

Yasmin bowed, in her head as if empty, not knowing what to say. Eza's index finger touched Yasmin's chin and raised it up, making Yasmin's face now clearly visible in Eza's eyes. The look was so cold. Two people harboring each other's feelings now seem to vapourize each other. Eza's inner self was turbulent, forcing him to utter a sentence he had long wanted to say to his lady puja.

“Senja, if this second, I want to make you my lover, are you willing?”

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