New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
By accident?

That night the streets of Istanbul are quite crowded, not much different from the busy cities in Indonesia such as his hometown one of them.

After receiving a call from her sister, Aisha kept turning her face out the window, looking out at the night view of Istanbul which was the second city she loved after her homeland. The city has so far been a witness to the journey of his life and his beloved family. The city where his late father breathed his last, the city where he and his husband were once happy, as well as the city where his escape led him to find the brother he never expected before.

Yes, tonight Aisha has an appointment with her sister at one of the agreed-upon cafes. Faisal said if there was anything he needed to talk about after coming from his office, and Aisha certainly understood where the brother would go.

Honestly for now Aisha is still confused by the resolution of the fate of her small family. His household that was at the edge of the horn again faltered again in a storm that seemed to call on him to surrender.

Don't ask how Aisha felt until this moment, the pashmina hijab-wearing woman who was staring at the street from inside her taxi was really very confused, she said, moreover, every saw the efforts of Faris who somehow could know his existence in this city.

But every time he saw Faris' face, Aisha would always remember the prospective baby who should still be residing in her womb. Not that he blamed Faris, let alone fate. Aisha only regretted her being too weak back then.

If only at that time he was a little stronger defending his fetus.

If at that time he did not return to the house ‘they’ and see scenes that increasingly make him want to give up.

If only, if, if only! That's Aisha. A woman who blames herself before anyone else for what happened.

Aisha closed her net, no matter how many times her breath sounded so riled up that the taxi driver several times glanced at her from the rearview mirror in front of her.

For Aisha, releasing Faris is one of her nightmares, but all this time in fact Aisha is too good to hide in the sentence ‘ alright’.

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That day, after Sofia returned from the residence of Abdullah, Azka again stepped foot into the gate. It turns out that since he did not really go from there, he deliberately waited until Sofia left because there was something he had to take care of.

Finished with his work, Faris re-energized himself while waiting for the adzan magrib reverberate. For some reason lately his body is very easily tired, probably because of too much burden of the mind that is now being carried.

Just getting off the couch in her apartment, Faris's mobile phone vibrates displaying incoming messages from an unknown number.

“Nomer Indonesia?” mumbled Faris frowned.

Once opened, the message turned out to display a cctv recording at his residence in Surabaya. The date and time are right today.

He thinks he asked for a cctv recording the day Sofia came to his house that morning, so who did the message come from?.

Without waiting for long, playing a video play button that displays the action of Sofia in her home. His jaw hardened even more when he saw Sofia who was getting more and more reckless with the action.

Suddenly the phone in his hand shook again signaling an incoming call from the same number.

“Udah you watch the footage from me?” ask someone from there who turns out to be Azka.

“Where do you know my number and what business do you have in my house?” Faris was getting confused.

“Wooo ... relax dong, you still just nganggep me as a rival lo?”

“Oh you are bright? Goodness.”

“Gue is not bright, it will not. I'm just trying to be rational, if love doesn't have to have.”

“She's a reckless girl Ris, you can't relax just like her. She's poison for your household with Aisha. Lo must be firm with Sofia, do not let her sneak into the fabled destruction that has been hard-earned lo and Aisha formin.”

Faris silently pondered over every word of Azka.

“Gue kayak gini because I do not want the happiness of people I love to be destroyed. I just want Aisha to be happy, even if it's not me. That's all, I hope you don't misunderstand,” continued Azka who has not been responded to anything by Faris.

“Thanks already cares about our household, I understand what lo.” means

“Gue titip, no longer for the girl I love crying, even if you do not want me to go back to fighting for her dapetin.”

“Lo be calm, I will never give that opportunity to lo.”

The phone connection was both cut off with a grin from the lips of the two.

As Azka said, from now on Faris will try harder to restore the happiness of her small family.

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After traveling for almost half an hour, Aisha finally arrived at the cafe referred by her brother. A waitress greeted her arrival with a friendly manner.

Finding the atmosphere of the cafe is quite crowded, Aisha immediately mentioned the name of the sister whose article had reserved the table there.

Just as Aisha landed her body on the chair, her phone shook again with a message from Faisal saying that she might be a little late for getting things done.

Not wanting to be bored, Aisha immediately ordered some appetizers to accompany her along with the voice of the cafe singer who began to sing. The female singer performed the western song ‘Need you now’.

Every now and then Aisha stopped her movements and even closed her net to enjoy a song that felt so heartbreaking. Either because the sound of the song is covered into acoustics that further add to the impression of touch, or because Aisha's heart is lately too sensitive to remember her togetherness with Faris.

Like the title of the song, Aisha could not deny if until now she always needed Faris to be by her side.

One song finished, slowly the cafe lights began to be extinguished and replaced with dim lights. Not long after the music returned.

Lord ... I was alone again, thinking of him

Always about himself

Aisha instantly turned her head towards the source of the voice that felt familiar to her.

“Abang ...”

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