New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
Dilanku

A smile ceaselessly faded from the face of the lovebirds who were in a drunken romance, with the fingers intertwined, Faris and Aisha walked side by side to her garage to pick up the motorbike that would accompany their day.

“Who are you using which car Mr?” a guard swiftly greeted his two masters who looked overjoyed.

“Oh no Mr. Salim, today we want to ride the motor aja,” refuse Faris smile politely.

“Alright, which motor do you want sir? Let me prepare.”

“No need sir, let me just,” said Faris who was immediately embraced reluctantly by Mr. Salim, one of the employees at his home.

“Honey, wait here yes,” continued Faris who was immediately adopted by Aisha.

No matter how long, Faris came out riding his *Royal Enfield-* gallantly, making Aisha instantly stunned.

“So handsome Brother huh Ca?” said Faris while combing her hair with her cool-ass finger, disperse the unblinking gaze of Aisha.

Aisha just flicking her lips made Faris laugh.

“Abang to buy new motor?”

“Neither Honey, this is very rare Brother use.”

“Keep the usual ninja Brother use college?”

“It's still there. The motorbike is a witness to our meeting, the motorbike that once held the Ica. So you won't go anywhere.”

“Libay. It's called wastage tau, mubadzir.”

“Yes Allah, the intention is romantic even more. That's the name of keeping memories of tau,” Faris replied in a sulking style flashing his lips following the style of Aisha.

Aisha suddenly laughed and gently rubbed the jaw firmly her husband who was wearing his helmet. Then he grabbed and put on the helmet Faris gave him.

“Abang, auxiliary.” Aisha has trouble putting a helmet clip under her chin.

“Ih mode, what else is spoiled this story?”

“Appaan mode, Ica people really can not use a helmet, Brother.”

“Dih said just mode, it's okay,” said Faris insisted on teasing his wife.

Suddenly Aisha shouted loudly. “Pak Salim ...”

“You what?” ask Faris confused.

“Iya Mistress, briefly ...”

“Pak Salim can please usein ..” Aisha's shout stopped as Faris immediately smothered the tiny lips.

“Sst .. lash ya,” said Faris immediately grabbed the helmet hook under Aisha's chin and then paired it.

“Lagian Abang anyway ,” said Aisha again flicked her lips, but soon Faris treat with a soft kiss.

“Iya Madam can I help you?” suddenly, Mr. Salim approached the two, making both of them feel nervous because they were afraid that Mr. Salim had seen the scene they had just done.

“Oh did not become sir, sorry yes,” said Aisha softly who was immediately taken kindly by Mr. Salim before she turned back to leave both her employers.

“Ya already come naek,” invite Faris to make Aisha immediately occupy the rest of the empty seats behind her.

“Where should the handle be? Abdomen or shoulder?” said Aisha when Faris started the engine.

“Pundak aja Darling.”

And sure enough Aisha placed both her hands on Faris's shoulders.

“Honey! Dikira Abang ajek.” Faris immediately allowed Aisha's grip to turn to her stomach, guiding her to hug tightly.

Aisha suddenly chuckled at Faris' annoyed look from the rearview mirror she could see.

***

Gus Hasan began to feel the cold sniffling his body, but instead he took off his jeans, putting it on the girl sitting next to him.

Ayla looked up, looking at Gus Hasan confusedly. It is true that he feels air at the moment

cold through his skin. Maybe because the dress she used tonight was only short-sleeved.

“Just use it, to cover your beautiful body. I'm going home. Go home, call

your bodyguard. It's late, your parents will worry about you.” Gus Hasan grabbed his bag about to leave.

“They won't care, I don't go home all night nor will they realize,” said Ayla personally stopped Gus Hasan's steps.

“The only person who cares is probably just grandma. That's also if I'm in Yogya,” continued Ayla with eyes that began to glaze over. Making Gus Hasan undo his steps, even back to occupy himself.

“You guys are Yogya?” ask Gus Hasan.

Gus Hasan was at least able to see a woman crying, he did not understand how to calm a crying woman.

Ayla exhaled slowly, wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes, then turned her head back to Gus Hasan.

“They did all that so that her daughter could live happily properly. Many children out there who actually have to slam bones to survive on their own. Whatever we have will never feel enough if we are not good at gratitude.”

“But happiness cannot be measured only by material,”, Ayla protested against Gus Hasan.

“That's what you think has everything. Imagine if your situation is like the children out there who are not as lucky as you, surely your complaint will obviously be different from today. That is human nature, will never be satisfied with what he already has.”

Gus Hasan stared straight at the calm water from the bridge, continuing his sentence without looking at the girl who seemed to be regulating his feelings.

“Judge your current problem is a shortcoming of your life that is always sufficient. This world is only temporary, nothing is eternal let alone perfect.”

‘I'm surprised someone cares about me like this. God don't take him, let him be one part of my life’

Just this time Ayla felt that someone cared about her, even though they had just met.

***

After a pretty impressive ride on a Dilan and Milea style bike, the two arrived at one of the biggest malls where they used to shop.

As the day grew and the time of prayer had also arrived, they chose to pray first before finally shopping for some necessary household needs.

The two go around pushing trolly past the lined stands. Starting from choosing a variety of vegetables, meat, fish, fruits are also spices needed for stock. Not to forget the needs of both of them also they choose together.

Actually it is the duty of his servants, but Aisha just wants to enjoy shopping together with her husband who in fact is very busy with his job as a doctor as well as the CEO of the company holder of both parents.

After approximately an hour, they are done with the shopping and payment events. Since they did not bring a car, Faris immediately called the waiter at home to pick up their groceries.

While both turn to the food court available in the mall to fill the stomach that began to rumble because of the shopping event is quite tiring.

It was late in the afternoon until the two decided to go home.

“Abang, Ica to the toilet first yes,” said Aisha when the two had arrived at the lobby of the mall about to come out.

“You Want Temenin?”

“Ih no need, Brother just wait in front,” replied her who was immediately accepted by her husband.

Faris chose to wait for Aisha on her motorbike, enjoying the view of the streets of Surabaya which was still crowded, even though the day was getting late.

“Hey sweet boy, why cry Sweetie?” coming out of the toilet, Aisha finds a 5-year-old girl crying in the hallway through which she heads to the lobby.

Slowly the child lowered the hand that covered her face and stopped her crying, looked at Aisha after goal and suddenly hugged Aisha who was already crouching to align her height with the child.

“Tante, please Tasya,” he said, then came back crying in Aisha's arms.

“Yeah Tasya ...” Suddenly a woman with fashionable makeup approached Aisha and a small child in her arms.

“Please yes Mba, have found my son,” he said look rushed.

“Sama-sama Mba. After coming from the toilet I accidentally saw Tasya crying earlier.”

“Sorry yes I am in a hurry Mba, maybe next time we can meet again. Again thank you Mba.”

The woman stepped in haste while holding her child, leaving Aisha still in her place, staring in wonder at the woman's departure.

Realizing from her daydream, Aisha immediately stepped out of the mall, forgetting that her husband was waiting.

Aisha widened her smile as she stepped out of the entrance and found her husband who seemed focused on staring at the streets by perching on his motorcycle.

“Dilanku,” muttered Aisha after finally stepping over to her husband with a smile that always accompanied her steps.

“Sleeping in the toilet Dear?” faris asked as his wife was already in front of him, creating one pinch that landed perfectly on his waist.

“So Ica found another child crying in the hallway of the toilet deck, uh it turns out he again nyariin his mother.”

“So I've met his mother?” ask Faris who immediately embraced Aisha.

“Nah that makes Ica wonder anyway Bang, girl was even though using high heels that are still high like not less than ten centi deh, but she can walk really tight while carrying her child. Ica see aja horrified,” said Aisha at length while aiming at the shoulder.

“That's the power of mom-emak.” The two chuckled together before finally advancing the motorbike and re-split the streets of Surabaya which still remains crowded.

Along the way, they incessantly threw laughter at each other due to the light conversation that graced their journey.

Until suddenly on a fairly quiet street, a black BMW that drove very fast overtook both, making Aisha shudder in horror and increasingly tighten her embrace on the husband.

“Astaghfirullah, it's people don't love life what is it?” faris's murmur that Aisha could hear.

“Maybe more hurry Bang.”

Suddenly a few meters away from Faris and Aisha, a bang was loud enough as the sound of something colliding.

***

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