Dusk Sky
The Unexpected Arrival

The connection was broken just like that when his wife talked to the opposite sex. Making Baskara fidget himself. The initial plan wants to return to work on the task he did.

Baskara knew for sure if he forced himself to do the task, the task would be completed, but with unsatisfactory value.

So for the sake of his worth and inner calm. Baskara changed her clothes. Put on a coat and get the car keys. Bring along a laptop and all its supports to do the task at his wife's place later.

His hasty steps accidentally hit the girl who just came out of the elevator.

"Lho Bas, where are you going?" tanya Lura looked up. The girl Baskara hit. The girl who is now in the middle of picking up a book that was scattered because the young man was hit.

"NY." she said briefly. Not looking at Lura who could not pay attention to her who was helping the girl collect books.

"You said you want to do the job together."

Actually it's not Baskara who invites. But Lura continued to follow him while on campus. Keep begging to do the work together.

Tired of hearing the girl's voice made Baskara decide to accept her invitation. With the intention of doing the task in the library. Unfortunately he woke up late and had to replace it by working in the living room of their flat.

Lura had even borrowed a few books from their level elder brother. And now it seems like Lura has to accept the bitter pill because Baskara prefers to visit his wife.

"I'm sorry, I can't."

"Why indeed? your wife is sick?" kernyitan diahi Lura explained that she did not like their show to be canceled just like that.

Baskara shook her head impatiently. "Can't miss it" he replied directly into the elevator that was back open because there were neighbors who just came out of the square object.

Lura took off Baskara with a bitter smile.

He had liked the man for a long time. Trying to be always close. With the hope that one day Baskara will see it and acknowledge its existence.

But his hopes were dashed as soon as he found out the young man he liked already had a wife.

He decided to love even if he could not have. Although it was not as easy as he imagined.

See how Baskara who remains does not see it. And imagine the young man being so sweet to his wife. Increasingly adding a hole in his heart. The hole he made because of his own stupidity.

"I'm really sad about my fate." he mumbled over tears that did not feel falling on the cheeks. Walk towards his residence.

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Dusk has been bathed and perfumed. Sitting in the couch of the television room with his hands moving agilely poured the idea floating in his brain into a piece of paper.

He changed several times because it was not what he expected.

He never felt a loss if he came to a fashion week event or other fashion shows. He can always develop his imagination.

The girl stretched her muscles up and stood up. I didn't realize I'd been sitting with a pencil and a sketchbook for so long. Now his throat even hurts because he did not drink water for too long.

Intended to the kitchen take water but his steps stopped when he heard from outside someone opened the passcode of his apartment.

No need to ask who. Because the only person who knows the arrangement of numbers for the key of his apartment and is free to go in and out whenever there is only one person.

Who else if not her husband.

Her smile broadened so beautifully. The smile that the husband said always made him opiate.

There. In front of the door her husband no less smiling widely. No one said anything else to move. Just looking at each other to let go of longing through eye contact. It only lasted a few tens of seconds until her husband stretched out his hands.

"Aren't you hugging?" ask with a longing voice.

Baskara who had prepared himself was not unsteady. He immediately lifted his wife's body in his arms.

"Kange. Kangen. Kangen." dendang Baskara kissed his wife's hair.

Although they always maintain communication regularly, whether through text messages, voice calls or videocall. But still misses it hit.

Because the best bidder miss is to meet. Can breathe the typical fragrance of our partner. Feel the warm embrace that calms the soul.

"I also miss tau, mas. Everything does not go home." replied Dusk with a little care.

Dusk, now a koala-like position in Baskara's arms, tightened her arms around her husband's neck as he walked and sat on the sofa.

"Patience yes. This is for the sake of us quickly gathering as well."

Dusk stared right at the bead of her husband's eyes and smilingly nodded in response. A light kiss she landed on the lips of her husband who was no less glued.

"Lagiiii." whining Baskara. "Then it's just once. Where doang frowned."

With a chuckle, Dusk granted her husband's request by peeping his forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose and finally put his lips on the lips of the husband.

Baskara who is good at utilizing the situation immediately pulled the nape of his wife to prolong and deepen their kiss.

Until his second breath was exhausted, Baskara took off and fused their foreheads. "You are here or in the room" he whispered with breath still stingy and sensual sound in the ear of Dusk.

"Room." the twilight great-grandson timidly lowered his already blushing face. She didn't have to ask her husband what he meant. Because she was not that stupid and already understood the language of her husband when she wanted to.

Even though they have done it many times. On all sides of the apartment. But still the shame. And the reason he chose the room was because Baskara was always busy on the first day of meeting. Make Dusk always fall. And the room is the safest place to rest after the power is drained.

"Well, dear" said Baskara, who came down from his wife's body. Covering and carrying the woman in a trap. Do not forget to give a kiss on the forehead and also the lips.

"There are many tasks. How's home?" ask Dusk as soon as his breathing starts to normal. Although not changing position and faithfully close your eyes.

"It turns out my longing trumps the priority of college work." kekeh Baskara.

"Rules can't be!" namel Dusk with her husband's irresponsible attitude. "Mas should take responsibility first from the needs of the heart."

"You are also my responsibility, ayy." said Baskara. "Muasin you on the bed is my responsibility to make your living by birth. So that's a priority." he added in a whisper right in the wife's ear.

"Gee! it's your own needs." Baskara's light blow received on his chest. Makes the young man chuckle.

"What don't you need, Ayy? don't like?" goda.

"Ck. Love it." he replied that a second later he increasingly hid his face in the husband's chest.

Baskara chuckled at his wife's bashful behavior. "Such a machine, Baskara's wife." wiggled their arms right and left. "The more love I will."

"More love again if you don't drop the phone so soon when you're with the same guy again" Baskara added.

Hearing the tone of her husband who turned sulky made Dusk withdraw to be able to look at the face of the voice.

Since marriage, if Baskara is angry or does not like something he does. The young man would not raise his tone or say coldly. The young man would instead say with an adorable sulking tone. Always successful in making Dusk bobble head.

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