Dusk Sky
Wouldn't

College work is getting more and more. He is pursuing graduation this year. Struggling to get together faster with his wife.

It feels like Baskara can't afford to stay apart like this. Even if every Friday after college, it will go straight to NY. Back to college on Monday morning. But it felt tiring and heavy when he had to go back.

Baskara tried hard to be able to intern the next semester. And you can take the exam and pass.

The phone on the table is ringing. The name of the oma that appears as a caller.

"Oma." said after saying hello. Oma did contact him more often after marriage.

But not happy, Baskara was reluctant if the woman who had given birth to her father was contacted.

Because what Oma asks is always about momongan. No different this time.

"Your mother asked that last week. I haven't seen you again at the same time. There is no manufacturing process anymore. How can you get pregnant."

Let Oma take it as rude to say so bluntly. He just does not want to be constantly undermined by the problem of momongan.

Dividing his time for college and his wife alone he was still in trouble. There are other children among them.

Baskara. No. gabe. He did not want his son to lack affection because his parents were both busy. He also could not let Dusk get pregnant alone when they were far apart as they are today.

"But you've been married for more than three months! I'm not pregnant yet!"

Baskara could only wipe his chest hearing the tone of the oma's speech that sounded upset.

"The granddaughter of friends oma just, just two months married is pregnant. Why haven't you guys?"

Baskara rolled her eyes puffed. "Pezeki each other, Oma. Maybe their sustenance is good again. I was busy in college, anyway. Be willing to intern and take care of the thesis, trial and so on. Poor twilight if pregnant now."

"You don't delay momongan, do you? Oma also wants to hold a great-grandchild! so don't let you delay the baby."

Baskara took a long breath. Trying to be patient with Oma's stubbornness.

"Oma pray for the best" he said softly. Tired if you have to argue with Omanya.

"Do you want to get married again?" bargain Oma without thinking about Baskara's feelings especially the feeling of Dusk. Good thing Oma contacted Baskara while in Cambridge. Not when both are wives. Because surely Dusk will be very hurt to hear it. "Grace said she wanted to be your second wife."

Baskara's eyes are breaking. With a red hue. "What a crazy Oma! I will never marry anyone again!"

"YES!! You dare to say rudely to Oma now!!"

He bowed his head as if Oma was in front of him. Reply with a clean slit. "Oma began. I have Oma's wife. I don't want to marry again."

"But your wife can't give Oma a great-granddaughter. So what's a woman like her for!"

Truly, Baskara was very angry to hear it. If the one who speaks is not the oma. And if the one who insults his wife is in front of his eyes right now. Baskara vowed to strangle the man to death.

"It's not like I can't love my son. But we're the ones who haven't been given a chance for that!" why should his wife be blamed. Isn't it if they don't have children the chances are not just Dusk is problematic. But also himself. "I'll try harder to get Dusk pregnant. Oma just pray for it."

"When do you want? until Oma dies and can't see the descendants of Oma anymore?!"

Baskara closed her eyes. He'd hate it if anyone talked about death.

"Until later Bas finishes college and could every day struggle to give Oma a great-grandchild." Baskara was sure of that. It could be their less frequent efforts at the moment. Or their tired bodies. "I'm tired of college. So is Dusk. It could also affect, Oma."

"Haah whatever. Oma gives you time to the limit that Oma sets. Until Oma is tired of waiting, inevitably, you must remarry Grace or whoever is a fertile woman and can give Oma a great-grandchild as soon as possible."

"No, Oma." refused Baskara firm on his stance. "I love Dusk. Until whenever it's gonna be like that. And I will never wish for the love and trust of my wife. Only she will conceive and give birth to my children, Oma. I will not let anyone who made my wife shed tears. Even if it's Oma."

Before he answered. Baskara has already cut off the phone. His chest rumbled with a feeling of anger. His breathing was rising and falling irregularly.

His phone rings again. Baskara thought Oma was back in touch and scolded him who severed the connection unilaterally. So that he immediately raised without seeing the caller ID.

"What else, anyway, Oma? if Bas says no!"

"What's not? why is angry so much with Oma?" the woman across the street was shocked to hear Baskara's irritated tone.

Baskara immediately changed the annoyed look on his face into a sense of happiness when he heard the melodious voice of the wife.

"Sorry, ayy. I thought it was Oma."

Dusk sounded murmuring in response. "Emang abis discuss what is the same Oma until mas angry like that?"

"Eh. Engg..." Baskara confused himself what would be quibbled. "That's. Oma asked us to go home she said kangen. Though you know for yourself, ayy, if I'm busy college." Baskara pursed her lips looking for sympathy for the wife even though she knew she could not see because they were only connected through voice calls.

"Yes I know. So busy that I didn't tell you today didn't come. Though I'm already mad." the upset voice of his wife made Baskara realize that today is Friday. It was his day to visit but he forgot about it.

"Sorry, ayy. I forgot." I'm honest. He was sure his wife would be angry. But it's better than lying.

"May forget to go home! what kind of husband are you, mas!" loud crackling in Baskara's keteling.

"I do a lot of work, Ayy. The intention is also tomorrow to play on the campus library." whereas the plan is Baskara will visit tonight and return tomorrow to work on assignments in the campus library. But what power if you forget to go home like this. He has to wait patiently for next week.

"Yes, no papa. But no news dong, mas. It'll be redundant to my cooking."

The spoiled voice of his wife when sulking sounded very seductive. It's a shame they're far apart.

"Yes, I'm sorry, beautiful. I actually forgot. Though his intention was to falter before there. But Oma called instead, so I forgot."

"Yes that. I invited Maureen. Tomorrow I will go to Fashion Week with Maureen. You're not coming back."

Baskara nodded even though Dusk did not see. "careful huh? tell me not to forget."

"Yes, um."

"Kangenn I am, ayy." he whined. "Pengen peluuukkk." he added in a voice like a child.

"That's really marijuana! it'll be an internship here."

Baskara has found a company for her intern in NY. At least he won't be far away in a few months. No need to wait for graduation.

"Yes. Wait for a reply to be received or not. But from a letter of recommendation from the lecturer should be accepted."

Dusk. "Yes already. Perform his duties do not get to the night. Keep health. Don't get sick. I don't want anyone else to take care of you."

Baskara's smile expands. Hearing the voice of Dusk can always eliminate fatigue with all tasks and lectures.

"Yes pretty. Yes, eat and sleep. Don't forget to dream of me."

"Hem. And also."

"The beautiful night of Baskara Lazuardi. It's far away, but my hug is still for you."

Dusk chuckled at her husband's flutter and immediately severed the connection.

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