Dusk Sky
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"DADDY... WHERE'S THE SOCKS?"

The sound of Baskara's cry made Dusk sigh long. The girl with the original bunned hair with an apron attached to her slender body and the spatula within the grasp entered the room.

Helping to get the goods that her husband is looking for even though he has prepared everything for the needs of her husband on the first day of the internship.

Without a word, Dusk picked up the shoes and socks he had prepared beside the sofa of the room.

Baskara who saw it just whines and sits back on the sofa. "Sorry ayy, not seen" he hugged his wife and put his nose on her cheek.

Dusk rotates his eyeballs. Not not visible. But her husband was looking for her not very thoroughly. Because this early three times the young man shouted to him.

"Here I put them on. Let's not call again. The fried rice isn't ripe."

Baskara smiled happily. "Sorry, baby, it's a hassle. More love."

Dusk just shook and squealed amusedly. Wholeheartedly helping to wear socks and shoes for her husband.

"Thank you dear." he kissed his forehead as well as the lips of his wife who was still sitting crouching. "Where do I go to college and work together not spirit if his wife just make adem like this."

"If so, the first salary for me, ma'am. If you want to thank me." he joked. All this time what her husband gave her was more than enough. He was never short of money even though he did not use money sent from his parents.

"Every mistress. Later if you get a salary. The money is for all of you" Baskara said seriously. Unhesitatingly.

Even if he was just an intern. But when signing the contract, he already knows how much salary he will receive.

He works for a technology company in the field of social networking services. Or commonly called social media. Which is a giant international scale company.

Despite being an intern, the company still appreciates their work and pays with a value of USD 8,000 or equivalent to Rp. 115.5 million.

"Eeh I'm just kidding, baby. The money you gave me was enough."

Baskara developed her smile. For the first time without being asked, his wife called him dear after a long marriage.

Baskara tightened his body and hugged the waist of the wife who now they were both standing. "What did you say, ayy?"

Dusk tilted his head with a frowning forehead not understanding. "The money you gave me enough?"

Baskara. "The other one."

"I'm just kidding?"

Baskara's head is getting stronger. "I'm not. Not that one. One more one!"

"What's? I was just saying I was just kidding. And money from you is enough."

Baskara was disappointed. "What did I mean you called me?"

Not answering directly. Dusk tried to remember what she said to her husband.

"Sa-who?" tanya Dusk hesitated. She did not even knowingly call her husband that way.

Baskara's smile was too wide this morning just by hearing his wife call out like that.

"Yes. Honey." nodded slowly over and over. "I want to hear you call it often, Ayy! your voice is so sweet to call her."

Dusk chuckled at her husband's excessive behavior. But his cheeks were embarrassed. "Where from. The guy I'm talking about doesn't use a tone either!"

She shook her head in disbelief and left her husband to return to the kitchen. Completed his duties as an unfinished chef. Also hiding a shy hue on his face.

Today the school is much later. So that she can take care of her husband first before she gets ready to go to college.

"Learn college. Don't flirt with guys!" order Baskara when you leave.

"I should have said that." protested Dusk by putting on a coat because it was still quite cold outside. After all, in his class there were not too many male students. Although majored or even in one university of course many if combined.

"But be careful about the work. There must be a lot of adult women who are more seductive, more beautiful. So don't freak out! don't be too nice or they'll misunderstand!"

"She's beautiful." gaunt. Baskara flanked his wife's cheeks with both palms. Pecking his wife's lips repeatedly noiseless until his wife was upset and made him chuckle. "And I told you. Although many are prettier, more seductive. But there's nothing you can want in my heart, baby."

I don't know how many times Dusk wrapped his eyes because of her husband's words. His eyes could be squinting if he kept doing it.

"Yes there to go, mas. Don't let the first day get in late."

Upon seeing her husband nod, Dusk took her husband's hand for him to kiss with reverence.

With a kiss on his face, his lips are also his palms. "Pray your husband's success."

Dusk smiled and waved his hand as soon as the husband left.

When returning to the body. His eyes were round looking at the clock on the wall.

He immediately ran into the room to get ready to go to college. He had made an appointment to leave with Maureen.

His best friend would scold him all the way if he was late. Because before going to campus, he had promised to accompany Maureen to buy shoes.

There was-there was indeed his friend that one.

If someone else is going to take advantage of his day off to shop for college needs or something else. Maureen is busy dating.

"Is it so hard to ask for your time Mrs Lazuardi" Maureen said, looking at the clock on her wrist as she saw Dusk standing in front of her after running through the lobby.

Dusk bared his white teeth and hugged his best friend. "I'm sorry. I told you, no, if today my husband first entered the internship. And I have to take care of it." he said regretfully.

"Yes.. Yep.. Yep.. It's hard to bring married people." Maureen relented and got into her car to leave immediately. "It seems I have to find a friend who doesn't even have a boyfriend so that my time with me can be more."

The twilight stared to the side. Towards his best friend. "Hey come.. I still have time for you. And you don't have to make new friends or I'll go back to Jakarta and never see you again!" threatened back.

"Sad.. Why are you threatening. I need to make new friends, you know? so I don't lose you so much after we graduate."

Dusk silence. He realized his time in New York was just around the corner. Not until two more years he will graduate from college and leave all the friends, friends and acquaintances he had during his lecture here.

Leaving behind all his memories and struggles in surviving to stay in the beginning of his arrival.

Where she cries every night. Amenities of loss***** feeding. And where he can finally distinguish which good friends and which friends he deserves to avoid.

I don't think he wants to go home if he remembers it all.

But if you remember the exangga in Jakarta. He just wants to quickly graduate so he can get together with them again.

Never mind. How will he think later.

There is still a lot of time that he can enjoy as a student at FIT. Maybe he should create happy memories in his college.

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