New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
The story of Mr. Faris

Gus Hasan continued to monitor Ayla who occasionally dropped her head on the shoulders of Gus Hasan, it seems Ayla was really drunk because just to support her body he was unable.

Since then Ayla continued to mingle indistinctly, the make up on her face was not careless, her tears continued to flow, making Gus Hasan confused himself.

“Are you so sad Ay? Even in an unconscious state you constantly cry, actually you why?” muttered Gus Hasan while occasionally wiping Ayla's tears with the tissue provided in the taxi.

Suddenly Ayla opened her eyes, looking at Gus Hasan with a sad look. The gaze of the two suddenly met because Ayla who was still leaning on Gus Hasan's shoulder made the distance of their faces very close.

‘Astaghfirullah’, many times Gus Hasan tidied the sentence istighfar while closing his eyes, however he was also a normal man.

“San ...” Ayla's voice was shaking.

Vaguely even very slowly, but Gus Hasan could still hear him, Gus Hasan opened his eyes.

“Iya.” Gus Hasan tries to respond to Ayla's call.

“Hump!”

Suddenly Ayla straightened her body with a hand that was like holding something in her mouth, it seemed like Ayla was about to vomit.

“Master! Lutfen kenara acekin" Gus Hasan told the taxi driver. (Master! Please pull over for a moment).

After the car pulled over Gus Hasan immediately helped Ayla remove all of her entrails. With trembling hands Gus Hasan tried massaging Ayla's nape to make it easier, he really could not bear to just watch Ayla vomit without doing anything.

After feeling enough, Gus Hasan returned to ride Ayla into the taxi because Ayla was really drooping, especially after she vomited all her stomach contents.

They continued their journey again, until the taxi they were riding stopped in the spacious courtyard of the looming apartment.

Gus Hasan immediately reached into his cell phone, sticking it to his ear.

“Halo Kak, yes I'm already in the lobby,” Gus Hasan said while occupying Ayla on the seats available in the apartment lobby.

Ting ….

A few minutes later the elevator door opened, revealing the figure of a man who lately Gus Hasan admired after his older cousin in Indonesia.

“Astaghfirullah, why can Ayla be like San?”

Faisal who saw the state of his unconscious sister immediately ran towards Ayla and Gus Hasan.

“I also do not know Kak, right back from Hagia Sophia he is fine kok.”

“How to tell the story you can find Ayla San?” faisal asked him to try to pick up his brother and asked Gus Hasan for help.

“So when I slept suddenly club officials called me using Ayla's number, he said Ayla was drunk and they wanted to close,” explained Gus Hasan as it is.

“You still want to pick up Ayla, sorry so ngerepotin nih,” said Faisal pressing the elevator button to his room.

“It's okay Kak.”

Suddenly Ayla again raved, the tears back hard.

“Yes God really you why the hell Deck? Why not tell the same sister anyway,” murmured Faisal slipped a child's hair that covered Ayla's face.

“Last time he was like this when Baba was fighting that time, about a year ago before I lived here. Actually Ayla is a good girl, I can't take care of my sister properly.” Faisal unknowingly told Gus Hasan about his family.

“Baba ...,” raceau Ayla with choked voice.

“Iya Deck, what's the same Baba?” faisal asked in response to his sister's talk.

Ting .., the elevator door opened right in front of Faisal's apartment.

“Kalo so I say yes Kak,” said Gus Hasan after helping Faisal put Ayla in his room.

“Waiting San.” Faisal's sentence stopped Gus Hasan's steps that were already on the doorstep.

“Why Brother?”

“You're here too yeah? My household assistant happens to be on leave again, I can't if it's just the same Ayla here,” Faisal replied making Gus Hasan gawk.

“Loh?” gus Hasan was confused. Aren't they brothers? Then what's wrong?

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What's the matter with Faisal? Are they not brothers?

Was Faisal afraid of release even though he was the same as himself? wkwkwkwk

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“Where's Sha? Semalem sleep you guys well?” tease Ning Sabina when Aisha has just come down to join the cooking.

“Hehe Alhamdulillah Mba, very good,” Aisha replied a little awkward because she recalled the scene last night with her husband.

“That's what Mba said, Umi tuh is the most good at making that.” Aisha simply responded with a smile.

“Em thank you Bukde already want to bother making herbal medicine for Aisha same Bang Faris,” said Aisha a little awkward.

“Ngak bothered to Sha, if you want Bukde can make it every day in fact,” replied Nyai Hamidah while lighting a water faucet to wash vegetables in his hands.

“Hehe don't bother Bukde,” Aisha's subtle alibi.

“Tuh Sha, when else will be made the same with Umi.” Again Ning Sabina teased Aisha.

“Wih want any event what's the cooking rame-rame?” faris asked making the three look over.

There is a sense of relief because Aisha managed to be free from the situation that really made her feel clumsy.

Faris, who had just returned from the mosque, prayed in the early morning congregation, sitting himself on one of the chairs in front of the kitchen table, watching the three women who were busy struggling with each other with ingredients and cooking equipment.

“Ya to eat us is Le, do you not want to eat?” Nyai Hamidah who was cutting some kind of vegetables chimed in his nephew without turning his eyes.

“Yes to dong Bukde.”

Aisha swiftly kissed the back of her husband's hand and gave him a glass of water in front of her.

“Thank you Darling,” said Faris peeping the top of his wife's head.

Aisha rejoined Ning Sabina and Nyai Hamidah in front of the stove.

“Well, that's Ris, congregational prayer is always in the mosque,” Ning Sabina told her cousin's sister.

“Yey emang Faris mah from the past also always pray in the mosque times, right Bukde?” he asked for a defense from Bukde.

“It's wong you're afraid of Pakde.”

“Not afraid, Bukde,” replied Faris trying to remember the times where he lived with family in Yogya after the death of both parents.

“Keep why?” ask Ning Sabina.

“Then the same Hasan Mba,” as well as Faris made everything laugh.

“Nih ya Sha, your husband used to know very well,” whispered Ning Sabina made Aisha hold back her laughter.

“Mba wants to leak all the disgrace about me too Ica mah will still fallin in love is always the same Faris, is not it darling?” faris said with confidence.

“Buciiinn,” ledek Ning Sabina wagging hands in front of her face.

“Eri? Say Boss!” faris replied with a chuckle and immediately ran towards her room before getting a tantrum from her cousin sister.

“Tuh kan Sha, really your husband,” said Ning Sabina involuntarily brandishing a spatula from the frying pan.

“Sabina same Faris tuh eg so Sha, from small never get along. Different stories if the same Hasan, he is more calm so his Faris also feel reluctant,” Nyai Hamidah said when he saw the action of the brothers, remembering his three sons who grew up in his arms.

While Aisha only mangosteen responded to cherryita the Bukde.

*Btw Nyai Hamidah is already nganggep Faris like his own son well, because indeed after the death of Faris' father and mother, Nyai Hamidah who takes care of Faris. Only after Faris attended college and mature enough to live independently, he moved again to Surabaya occupied the heritage house of his parents and continued his family business.

Sorry if this part is a bit less important gaess ...

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