Love At the End of Dusk
A Match Without Love

"Saturday night with the rain, languishing in the cold.

Himpitan longs the shackles, the,

for someone who is silent.

The gentle touch of freezing the body, the,

expect warm wrap lara.

I didn't expect, though,

for our eyes to look at each other.

Let nature write our story,

on the sand in the middle of the sea behind clouds or nirvana.

Saturday night with rain,

embrace love in the shadows."

The marriage agreement is now within my grasp. Zein gave it to me so I could keep it to myself. So that later if there is a complaint, I can act immediately. It's just that I still can't believe it if I'm already the wife of a man I never imagined at all.

Even to dream I never thought about it.

"I was silent in the ripples of the mind that wanted to be spoken.

Letter by letter knitted without meaning locked quietly.

Finally lost with fret that never disappears.

I want to speak with honesty that hides in the dark.

Although legally civil we are legal to be a husband and wife, but in religious law we have not pledged the marriage that should be.

I promised Father Paul I would make a wedding vow before the altar with his intercession.

Waiting for the right and beautiful day in time.

Zein asked me not to go to work these few days to prepare myself especially to prepare for the bath. Not only the body but the body and soul. I had to prepare for my whole life, because I was no longer just mine alone. However, promises and commitments must be kept.

Tonight is the last night of my freedom. And I want to enjoy it freely. Not that after marriage my life is supported or imprisoned. It's just, I don't think about myself anymore. I can no longer be selfish. I am a free man in charge. By freely accepting this marriage, I must take responsibility for carrying it out. People say a relationship without love will be hard to survive. Because there is no solid foundation in it

In silence tonight I pour my heart out on the white paper of my diary.

"The sky is telling us about tonight. Since morning showed his face until dusk waving farewell. Time that kept running endlessly through days, weeks, months, years, and centuries, wrapped the story in ink in historic obsolete paper.

The wind shares a story for the scattered heart diaspora exploring the universe. The song of the lightning was not as bright as a strand of rain, but its thunderous echo shook the faith. Plump fingers curl around the gleaming catch a little frisky and carefree. The intelligent and virtuous creature called man struck the heart with a sharp gaze like a sword stuck in the heart. The sky storytelling before going to bed, so that my sleep is not disturbed by the discordant chatter of their learned mouth. I believe in my sky, in the story he painted in the sky tonight. Because in the dark all that is real and original cannot be hidden. But in the light of human beings often theatrical. Good nights!

Let me sleep with the joy, don't disturb me even if only on dreams!"

And I finally fell asleep in the dark cradle of the night. Do not expect to dream of something beautiful only hopefully not visited by nightmares.

Tomorrow morning is a new day, the beginning of a new day. The story of my life will start a new story. I don't know what the story is like but I know I have to go through it. Good night to the universe, until we meet again tomorrow.

Elsewhere, somewhere else,

Zein was with some friends. They look relaxed while enjoying an alcoholic drink in a luxury hotel cafe. They are engrossed in partnering. And sometimes laugh with satisfaction. Not too many visitors in that place because the room is special for important guests. They are classified as conglomerates and high class people. So that not just anyone enters it.

As they were engrossed in talking, suddenly a beautiful and sexy woman walked towards them and just went straight between them. Those around the table were spontaneously silent and even partially stunned by the beauty of the woman. Her black hair and sheen add to her beauty charm.

In each of their minds who is the most beautiful and sexy creature of God.? But for Zein this woman was not a stranger. Because he knows her very well.