Dusk At the End Please
Mutually Strengthen

Shanum Ahsan was alone.

Mutuki his carelessness which clearly conveyed his heart.

During this time several times Ahsan expressed his love for Shanum, but never that deep.

He knew Shanum would not be comfortable with what he had done earlier.

Ahsan had known Shanum a long time ago. Since Shanum attended college, they have been involved in a variety of activities on campus.

Shanum is a two-year-old younger brother under him.

His cooperation with Shanum in various activities began to make him have more taste.

Ahsan is the most wanted on campus, a lot of students who approached her and wanted to be her lover.

Not a few students are active in student organizations just because they want to be close to Ahsan.

But Ahsan seemed unaffected by all of that. His humble personality, casually responded to everything the students did to attract his attention.

But it turned out that a million of Ahsan's charms were nowhere to be seen in Shanum's eyes. Shanum only respected Ahsan as his senior.

No more, he was always professional when doing activities.

That made Ahsan curious, so secretly Ahsan always looked at Shanum and found out all about him.

Shanum Najua Azzahra, student of the scholarship recipient's education faculty.

He is from Garut and now lives in Bogor.

His father was a Madrasah Master and his mother was Taman Kanak-Kanak Teacher.

The first child with two younger siblings, one girl and one boy.

Live in campus dormitories and be active in student organizations on campus.

Another activity that Shanum did was to become a private teacher.

Four days a week each ba’da maghrib Shanum will come out of the dormitory to his private teaching place.

Interesting facts according to Ahsan. Makes her want to know Shanum.

Ahsan knew Shanum's response when faced with a pushy person. He realized, his statement earlier seemed to force Shanum to accept his will. Ahsan realized Shanum wouldn't like that.

Ahsan was about to move out of his chair intending to catch up with Shanum to apologize.

But someone who had called him came over.

“Assalamu’alaikum”, Akhtar greetings accompany his arrival.

“Wa’alaikumsalam”, Ahsan replied while brandishing his right hand doing toss.

Asking each other the news and discussing various things about the preparation of the event later that night, Akhtar and Ahsan anteng in their casual chat that afternoon.

“I hope later tonight you come with your partner, San”, pinta Akhtar in a poignant tone.

Ahsan frowned, astonished by the change in facial expression of his best friend and cousin.

Yes, Ahsan and Akhtar are cousins, their fathers are siblings. They grew up together.

While Akhtar's parents are not divorced, Ahsan lives with them because her parents often have to move cities because of her father's duty as a police officer.

Ahsan chose to settle in Jakarta and live with his uncle, Akhtar's parents.

No wonder when they were children many say they are like twins, even though their age is two years, Ahsan is older than Akhtar.

When the divorce of Akhtar's parents occurred, Ahsan became the person who was most sad because he had to part with Akhtar, and lost the figure of the mother who had always accompanied his days.

“ Hey...what is it with you why suddenly mellow like this?”, asked Ahsan staring in wonder. He knew there was something his cousin was hiding.

“Nothing, I just don't feel good, later tonight I want to introduce someone to me, while you are still jones, hahaha...”, Akhtar replied while laughing trying to restore the atmosphere.

“Ckkk Ahsan clucked at Akhtar's reply, taking it as caring as well as ridicule.

Akhtar and Ahsan attended the same High School, but they were separated when they went to college.

The distance separating does not necessarily reduce their closeness. They always exchange news, tell each other about their days.

Naturally, if Akhtar has not been able to move on at this time, Ahsan knows how deep his cousin's love is for his lover.

Although he himself did not know what kind of girl had stolen and destroyed his cousin's heart.

“From now on, stop expecting the uncertain from someone”, Ahsan's advice is serious.

“Do not hurt yourself just because you hope in the uncertain’, he continued.

“The best way to be able to give up something is to believe that whatever comes will definitely go”, he concluded.

Ahsan paused his advice with a long sigh, because truthfully what he said applies to himself as well.

“I know, but this is very difficult”, Akhtar replied lowering his gaze as if holding something that was about to come out of the corner of his eye.

“I am trying to be okay, from now on I run as much as I can, I enjoy the potluck and I am grateful for everything”, Akhtar smiled bitterly.

*living a love that never arrived, enjoying loving in silence and grateful I am happy even by just thinking about it*, Akhtar continued in his heart.

“Thank God, at least everything should be done”, Ahsan said.

“Rania good girl, try to open your heart and give her a chance to get into it”,

“Ask always a hint of Power, He is the one who is able to turn back the heart of man”,

“Have it, don't get too late in your heartbreak, tonight there's an important event for you. You must perform well, Brother.” Sneakily.

Akhtar looked up, looking at his cousin sharply.

“Why?”, asked Ahsan in wonder.

“It seems your advice should also I copy paste and tell you also”, replied Akhtar flatly.

Akhtar knew that his cousin was also in pursuit of love.

Loving a woman who has always rejected it.

They always talk about what they are going through. They never reveal who they love.

“Hahaha....”, Ahsan laughed loudly at Akhtar's words, his heart also confirmed his cousin's words.

“Sometimes it is strange, already know love the wrong person, but still survive.”

“Do not until you are enslaved to your will, your logic dies hit by your own ego.”

“And wound is something you deserve to celebrate later.” Ahsan again advised his cousin.

“And back I copy paste, it applies to you too, Brother”, decreed Akhtar.

“No Bro, I still have a chance to get it. As long as the yellow janur has not curved, my path to the pelaminan with him is still wide open.”

“I just still have to add to my patience, maximize my efforts, and increasingly skyrocket my do'a-do', follow the flow and enjoy every process."

"It is difficult to love someone who has not finished loving someone in his past.”

“Different from you, the feeling you have for her is wrong. Stop before further falling prey to mis” love, Ahsan replied.

A moment of silence, but then……

They both laughed, laughing at their endless journey of love.

Staring at each other, Akhtar and Ahsan threw smiles to strengthen each other.

“Adult is funny huh! Where the heart cries sniffles, but the lips are forced to smile innoc”, said Akhtar and was embraced by Ahsan.

*Yes Rabb, keep this heart from wishing on something you have not written for me.*, whispered Akhtar in his heart.

They ended the chat, Ahsan seemed to hurriedly walk over wanting to leave the canteen immediately.

“Hey, where are you going? seems to be in a hurry. Is there anything urgent?, asked Akhtar in surprise.

“Hhe...iya, there's something I need to get straight. Sorry I'm in a hurry, see you later tonight”

“Successful for the show”. Ahsan replied half-screaming as he said it while running towards the hall.

Akhtar just waved his hand, staring at Ahsan's departure that was getting further away.