Dusk Sky
Stay Unusual

After the morning of Dusk, Baskara slept curled up on the sofa in her room. Their relationship improved again. And from then on, Dusk will not make Baskara angry again. Unless he is self-fulfilling.

Dusk sighs. It's still early, but it's cloudy already hanging in the New York sky. Can he make sure the drizzle will come down soon. Making his footsteps faster down the road to the main building where he studied.

The girl tightened her coat. He likes the rain. Love the wet aroma when the rinai wet the earth. But Dusk does not like the low temperature like today.

Dusk prefers the rain in the city to grow big. A drizzle that always feels soothing. The rain that he can enjoy to play under and can always disguise the taste.

The semester break is in sight. But as always, Dusk does not want to return to Jakarta just for a few weeks off. He prefers to hone his skills in designing. Seek knowledge from more professional and experienced people.

When two weeks ago he was accompanied by Baskara attending a fashionweek event, he approached one of the designers who is quite famous even though not number one. And after Dusk showed him his sketchbook, he was allowed to be the designer's assistant during his winter break.

Of course Dusk was very happy. Who would not be happy to get such a rare opportunity.

"The task for your winter is over?" Maureen was standing next to her who was ordering warm chocolate. It seems like the sweet drink is suitable for less friendly weather these days.

"I just finished the design. Haven't bought the material and sewed it." lamented Dusk who still had a hard time leaving his bad habit in completing the task. The girl took her order and stepped out of the cafeteria with Maureen who had already gotten her warm drink.

"I hope to be done before the winter break. Or you could get a bad grade."

The twilight is getting louder to hear it. Why is it so hard to do the job on time. He forgot to estimate the time to his own difficulties as it is today.

"Have you heard about Robert getting out of prison?" maureen asked to shift the subject. The two walked through the hallway to their first class that day.

"Yeah I know he's only been sentenced to three months. But don't know when exactly the man came out."

At that time Maureen was very sorry to leave Robert at the Dusk apartment. The girl was not even stopping to apologize to make Dusk angry. It's not entirely Maureen's fault, after all. If only Dusk had not agreed to Maureen's request to hold a pesata in her apartment, Dusk thought none of that would have happened.

Right said Baskara. Dusk is less alert and recognizes the scope of the association.

Since then, though Dusk never said it. Maureen never again invited her Asian best friend to come if they did anything related to liquor.

Maureen nodded in understanding. Who cares when the man who nearly abused her comes out from behind bars.

"I heard he's from a rich family. But his parents didn't care because Robert did too much to do anything."

"Will he be back in college soon?" ask Dusk a little scared. He never expected to see Robert again. If possible, Dusk hopes for the rest of his time in NY, they never meet or cross paths though.

"Of course." Mauren shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think that even if you don't care about what Robert's doing, it doesn't mean that his parents want him to have no future."

Dusk nodded in understanding. Which parents do not want to see their child succeed in the future. Even if the boy had a lot of bad records in his youth.

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Snow filled the city. Dusk just came out of the building of a famous boutique where he sought additional knowledge.

Although already wearing a thick coat and also do not forget the knit hat that covers up to his ears to warm, also gloves that never miss. Still, Dusk was still cold. He wanted to quickly get home and turn on the heat.

Dusk indeed never dare to drive his own car if the road is filled with snow like today. He prefers to use public transportation and survived to the destination.

A car he knew stopped right in front of him. The girl shook her head with her faint smile.

"Ngapain is picked up. I can go home by myself." said Dusk who had entered the car and installed his seat belt.

"It's past dinner but you haven't come home yet. That's why I picked it up." said Baskara who took a blanket in the back seat and covered the legs of Dusk.

He knew his best friend did not like the cold. Even though Dusk was wearing trousers, he still felt cold.

"But it's cold today. Mending Lo wait in the apartment."

During this holiday, Baskara did live in her apartment. Baskara decided not to vacation in Jakarta because this holiday he felt he already had Dusk that could fill his vacation time. Even though Dusk had to work as an assistant designer. And Baskara supports it.

Baskara always did the best he could to support Dusk. Like preparing breakfast before Dusk goes to work. And dinner to welcome a tired twilight.

"Gue is not you who hates the cold. I don't care about cold ginian doang."

Dusk does not care about his best friend's rebuttal. "Tomorrow where to go? I got my first design that a client received!" the cheers are a little excited.

If the weekend is indeed Baskara always invites Dusk road. Even if you only watch or eat at restaurants or coffee at cafes.

But they never miss doing that. Moreover, Baskara who was bored just staring at the wall of the apartment Dusk for days.

By taking his car carefully back to the Dusk apartment building. Baskara listened to every utterance of the friend. From clients who are interested in the design offer he makes, to the praise of the designer who gave him the opportunity.

"This is a great achievement for me, Bas." exclaimed Dusk look so happy. "The value of A+ from the lecturer is nothing compared to this one."

Who is not happy the result of the design will be made a wedding dress that will be worn by one of their clients who are among the richest people in NY.

Even though people don't know it's the result of his plan. But he will still be proud because for the first time the results of ideas that arise from his brain are actually worn by someone. Even on the wedding day.

"I am always proud" said Baskara. Next to his hand rubbed the head of the twilight. A little shuffling the girl's hair. Makes the cheeks of Dusk blush instantly.

Such a sentence Baskara often said to him. But the city still cannot get used to it.

And why is his hair ruffled, but his heart is a mess.

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