Dusk Sky
Oma

The hot sun still feels warm on the skin when Dusk sits hugging the body of Baskara who was riding his big motorcycle.

The wind hit his face with a smile. Flying a strand of her long black hair. The one who sees will know if the girl is happy.

Either he feels happy to ride a motorcycle or happy for his marriage.

That's obvious. The twilight is happy.

After breakfast together with the family who again teased them, especially teasing Baskara who failed the goal on the first night seen from the condition of Dusk which is fine with the way it goes. Both of them immediately decided to visit the house of Oma Baskara from the father's side.

Because Dusk has been whining since last night to go on a motorcycle. Early in the morning her husband called the house person to deliver his big motorbike to the hotel.

In the past when school, Dusk always imagined it could be Orange. Sitting in a bell Baskara to leave or go home to school.

Things that never materialize. In addition to the possessiveness of his father and his first brother who always drove him to pick him up. It's also possible that Baskara never gave him a chance at it. Her husband used to focus on paying attention to the orange under the pretext of protecting their best friend. Things that also Dusk do because of the weak nature of Orange that is easily oppressed.

His smile turned bitter when he remembered it. Baskara never looked at her as a woman other than as a friend.

"Why ayy, how quiet is that?" baskara asked in a screaming voice afraid that his wife would not hear. Especially with the fullface helmet that Baskara wears.

"Currenting aja. Why didn't you ever let me go home together." replied Dusk honestly.

They're already married. No need to be covered anymore. Than being buried and becoming a problem later on. Better to talk about it well.

"Why is it always orange?" her face was tilted looking at her husband's face from the side grimly. "So much love you used to love him to ignore me?"

To be honest, Dusk still feels pain if you remember it again. Even though he had let go and forgotten his feelings first. But considering he was once an unexpected person feels stifling.

"You were always picked up." replied Baskara. Although he could feel the bitter tone in his wife's question. "Where have you been, Ayy, ngizinin you riding a motorcycle?"

Alvaro always forbids riding motorcycles. The father of three said it was too dangerous for Dusk. His only daughter. Though unbeknownst to her father, Vindra occasionally picks up her sister on a motorcycle.

"But stay! you never even offered me!" annoyed sulk.

"Sorry baby.. Anyway it's over. Now wherever you want, I'm ready to deliver." Baskara gently rubbed fingers that interlocked on his stomach. "Let me be the princess's private ojek for the rest of our holiday in Jakarta."

Not that Baskara is insensitive to what Dusk feels now.

But if Baskara is running. There will be them fighting.

Because for Baskara. The past can never be changed. Enough to be a lesson for our good in the future.

Fortunately, Dusk did not extend it anymore. Choose silence and increasingly tighten his embrace on the husband. Won't let anyone take Baskara from his situation. Because Baskara is his.

Although his love for Baskara has not returned intact. But she still has love for her husband. Not an old love that has not been spread. But the new love that he will take good care of to flourish.

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Thirty minutes drive for them to get to Oma's house. Luxurious house with classic European style two floors welcome them.

"I think there are more guests" said Baskara saw a BMW sedan parked beside the terrace of the house.

So Baskara was convinced it was one of his oman family.

Baskara helped bring the fruits they had prepared since at the hotel. The most delicious cake that Shandika hotel makes.

"I'm afraid." the twilight great-grandson held the hand of her other husband.

Baskara smiled and kissed the forehead of Dusk because his hands could not move. "Don't be afraid. Oma didn't bite. I'm enough to bite you." blink one eye he gave to his wife. Makes the girl hiss miserably and lays a slow punch in her arm.

"If you don't accept me how?"

"Wedding with you is me. Not oma!" Baskara dislikes his wife's insecurities. "No matter the whole world hates you and doesn't accept you. I'll always accept you for who you are."

"Wherever I go I'll love you, ayy."

Smiling to hear it. Even though his heart still felt anxious.

"We came here just to show our respect for him. Not to determine after this we continue or not dear." Baskara said all her sentences softly but also firmly. "So don't be afraid. Because this won't change our relationship no matter how much I feel about you."

Dusk agreed. After breaking the heart. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, the two walked towards the door and squeezed the bell of the mansion.

"Ooh yeah, don't call me ayy. Oma most do not like the same wife who is not polite with the husband."

Not yet able to answer. The door in front of them was swung open. Appearing the figure of a beautiful girl their age who looks shocked. Namu did not last long because the girl immediately hit and hugged Baskara's body. Making Baskara's hand grip at Dusk come off.

"Aska I'm kangeeenn." said the girl in a spoiled tone. Still hugging the young man's body tightly despite getting no reply.

Gently, Baskara took off the girl's embrace. Do not want his wife to misunderstand on their second day as husband and wife.

"Don't gini Grace. We're not kids anymore!" baskara insists on the girl who used to be a child often follow her when they have family events.

"What if Grace hugs you?" a voice rang out from behind Grace's body. Oma who had just come with her personal assistant immediately stared intently at Baskara.

"Oma." said Baskara by greeting the old woman. And so is Dusk without being asked.

"We're not little kids anymore. Bus is married. It's not appropriate for Grace to hug the bus. Because the only woman who can hug Bas is Bas's wife. Of course except for the oma and the mother." even when a child was a child Baskara would immediately push Grace's body away. But the girl was foolish and always approached him.

Oma stared at Dusk from top to bottom. Judging the girl his granddaughter chose as a wife and fighting against him.

Dusk looked down at the intimidating look oma looked at him. He was scared and insecure.

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Just calm. They will remain happy despite his many trials. hihihi