TWILIGHT
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"Sir, I just want to take this." Arga spoke calmly.

"People just have to borrow it from the class."

Arga was surprised by this question of his math teacher. "Because got me left behind in her house sir?" he answered by looking at the twilight.

"For what reason did your ruler miss in his house," said Mr. Umar with a trivial look at Dusk.

Oh, my God, that must be so cynical. Inner Dusk.

"Whatever the reason, God willing will not affect our achievements sir."

The bell came in and rang.

"Alright, then you get me my book and bring it to your class" said Mr. Umar while showing a stack of books on the teacher's desk.

"Good Sir." Arga immediately entered the Twilight class and picked up the book in question.

"Excuse me sir."

"Where are you going?"

Dusk was forced to stop the move he had just started.

"Do you have a ruler?"

Dusk turned to face Mr. Umar with his head lowered. "Mister's Own."

"So why did you borrow Arga's ruler?"

"A few days ago I broke the ruler Dusk Sir." It was not Dusk who answered, but Arga who had just walked out of the Twilight classroom with a book in his hand.

"I remind you once again, you are in school to learn, not messing around with anything else! You guys..."

"Excuse me Mr. Umar." said Bu Nani kindly which made Mr. Umar stop his tirade. "I have a schedule in this class, sir, or maybe I'm the wrong one to see the schedule."

"Bu Nani is not wrong. I'm just here to pick up a book I missed. Now it's time for me in class IX c, no doubt the class president is still cool here."

The twilight that felt in the insinuations could only duck.

"I'm sorry, I'm just taking the ruler" Arga protested

"Okay, anything else you want to say, sir?"

"I just remind you, you're not really cool, so if not serious, better not in the superior class."

Dusk's body stiffened, his eyes heated up and Arga saw clearly the change in face.

"Just understand?" ask Bu Nani.

"Understand Mom," replied Dusk with a quivering voice.

"Alright, please come in," said Bu Nani at Dusk. "Moreover Sir?" ask him to Mr. Umar.

"No. Excuse me Ma'am. Sorry for disturbing." Mr. Umar immediately turned around to go to the Arga class.

"Pak Umar."

Mr. Umar stopped his steps. "Yes Ma'am?"

"Remember sir, this is his sister not his Mama." After saying that, Bu Nani immediately entered the Twilight class.

Mr. Umar stiffened. A flash of the past appeared suddenly in his mind. Yes, you are Dusk and in your body flows the same blood as Arwina.

Arga who heard clearly Bu Nani's words was suddenly attacked by curiosity. It's not just my feelings. Since then I have felt Mr. Umar so unfair to treat Dusk. What the hell is going on? Arga then again swung a step following Mr. Umar who first walked in front of him.

***

Afternoon at the house.

"Cepet home yes Mas..." Dusk spoke right facing the screen of his smart phone with Dad and Mom on his right left.

"Yes. You learned the pinter huh. Mom and Dad take care of your health."

"Yes An, you too. Keep the diet do not keep the work," said Dad.

"Or if the hassle takes care of everything yourself, you can find a wife," said the mother.

"Hehe, I'm patient. Yes, I said assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullah," simultaneously Mother, Father and Dusk.

Beep

And the call ended.

"Udah Rampar PR Yah," replied Dusk. "Eh, I know Mr. Umar, Aya's math teacher?" ask Dusk while fiddling with the tv remote looking for a show he likes.

Degh's!

Father and Mother stiffened at the question of her youngest son. Then the two threw each other a glance.

"What's up, son?" ask Dad.

"Emmm, he's ferociously nauzubillah Well."

"Hush, you can't talk about the teacher like that" Mom said.

"Truly Ma'am, imagine me, he said that he was cynical with the Light. Every time we meet there must be a problem, even if the other is not," grumbled Twilight tells his complaints at school.

"What's this about?" ask Mother.

"Well, how is it?" Dusk confusedly explained to his parents. "Well, if you say that, it's not good in the ears."

"Maybe the Light is wrong?" ask Mother.

"No. It's hard to explain." Dusk was so desperate that both his parents doubted the truth of the story. "So far I also heard that Ms. Nani, her English teacher Aya said...." Dusk hesitated to continue his sentence.

"Say what son?" ask Mom curious.

"Emmm, earlier Aya forgot not to bring a ruler, but the actual lesson is not speeding the ruler as well, and eee...." Sudden dusk dilemma. Yes, I must tell you that the cause was reprimanded because of being caught talking to Brother Arga.

"What Son?" curious Mom.

"Bu Nani said, Remember sir, this is not his brother, so," said Senja mimicking the speech of his teacher earlier at school.

Suddenly Mom and Dad felt tightness in their chest. Wounded years are like returning to memory.

Father Samsul POV

Why should God be the Light. Is not enough with the departure of Arwina, my eldest daughter.

Flashback 13 Years Ago

"Assynoltom..." Ina walks into the house with a large suitcase and a cardboard box filled with books.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." My wife and I welcomed the joyful return of Ina who had just graduated a week ago.

"Wah Ma'am, the tumbens cook a lot, like to welcome guests," said Ina when approaching my wife who was in the kitchen.

"Emang want a guest, you clean and keep wearing neat clothes, yes" my wife asked.

"Who's the guest, ma'am?" ask Ina curious.

"Later you also know, quickly clean up."

Ina who just arrived home also carried out my wife's orders. At that time I felt happy because I thought this was the best for him.

"Assynoltom..."

I who was watching television was surprised by the arrival of a guest who we had actually been waiting for. "Waalaikumsalam, let's enter Mr. Yadi." I invite Mr. Yadi and his wife's children to come in and sit in the living room.

"Well it smells so good, Miss Ami is cooking again Mr Samsul?" ask Bu Yadi. "I'm coming back, sir."

"Please ma'am, but I'm sorry you messed up back."

"Only this Mr. Samsul, like anyone." Then Ms. Yadi walked up to my wife who was still struggling in the kitchen.

I talked to Mr. Yadi and his only son, Aryo. Aryo is a principal at a prominent SDIT in the area here. He has served as the principal for the past 2 years. In addition to being the son of the chairman of the foundation, he also has a myriad of achievements to be proud of. One of them is being able to bring this suburban SDIT into one of the best SDITs in our city. Besides being polite and polite makes me steady to match him with Arwina or Ina My eldest daughter.

Soon my wife and Ms. Yadi showed up and rejoined us.

"It's coming home, isn't it Mr Sam?" ask Mr. Yadi.

"Yes sir" I replied.

"Susulin Ina's mom to the room, sir?" whispered wife.

I just nodded.

"This is what is waiting to appear" said Bu Yadi when he saw Ina who appeared from behind the door of his room.

"Eh there's guests. Mother Father how are you?" ina asked while greeting Mr. Yadi and his family.

"Which was asked the news only father with Mother?" tanya Bu Yadi teased.

"Eh, Mas Aryo how are you?"

And the conversation continues. Ina and Aryo had known for a long time although not very familiar.

TB

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