LOVE IN THE ARMS OF DUSK
18
Nura sat by the window of her room, looking straight at the garden in heavy rain, her hands moving nimbly knitting her favorite orange scarf.
Yiyi came carrying a cup of warm tea and some biscuits in a dish, placed it on the table not far from Nura, looking at how deftly Nura knitted the scarf.
“What do men like?” Nura asked suddenly as Yiyi was about to move out of Nura's room.
“I don't know much,” Yiyi said as she held her chin, thinking. He was only seventeen years old, since childhood he had been trained as a servant, had no time to deal with male problems and romance.
“But I often see Young Miss buying perfume or watches for her lover," Yiyi said, she used to be asked by Nala to wrap gifts for her lover in a box decorated with ribbons, and wrote a love letter to Angga.
All of that was done by Yiyi because Nala was too lazy to write and prepare gifts.
“That's too expensive,” Nura said with her hands not stopping knitting, those skinny fingers looked very shrewd. He had no money at the moment, all he bought was money from Mr. Prabu, he knew enough to spend his 'Father' money on something unnecessary.
“True. After all Mr. Fatih is very rich," Yiyi said again, just one look everyone already knows if Fatih is very rich, cars are alternating every meet, expensive suits, expensive suits, imported watches and shiny leather shoes are among the proofs of Fatih's wealth.
“Maybe I will give you this only, the weather lately is quite cold.”
“True, Mr. Fatih would have liked.” Yiyi looked at the unfinished scarf enthusiastically, she was completely amazed by Nura's skill.
“Alright, I'll finish it today.”
“I will help wrap it with gift box!” yiyi's proposal to pull the ribbon in Nura's sewing kit basket, she couldn't sew, just seeing someone sewing made her remember her aunt in the village, it made her very happy, the count-count treating longing.
The state of silence for a moment, busy with their respective activities, Nura with her scarf knit and Yiyi with her card box.
“Nura, do you really like Mr Fatih?” Yiyi asked suddenly when she felt there was nothing she could do.
Yiyi recalled the engagement event a few days ago, deeply shocked to hear Fatih's confession, between joy and disbelief.
Nura still moving knitting scarf, “I like her.”
“Like? What only like?”
“Ya.”
“No love?”
Nura was silent for a moment, looking out the still rainy window, “Love too.”
Yiyi was worried that Nura could not tell the difference between liking and love. During his time at the Daniar house, Yiyi has memorized and understood the true nature of Nura, this girl is not good at expressing her feelings, maybe difficult, she does not smile when happy, she is not happy, not sad when treated badly by the Daniar family, nor jump happily after a date with Fatih.
Nura was just silent, calm and flat. His heart was not guessed. Yiyi could not conclude that Nura had a white or weak heart and was easily oppressed, although she had seen Nura silent several times when she was yelled at by Nala or Madam Ajeng, but the girl had her own way of replying to him, in a way no one else could think of.
Yiyi often saw and caught Nura secretly putting something in the food of Madam Ajeng or Nala, whether chili powder, pepper, sowing a bottle of salt or stomach washer.
Small things that are trivial but have a big impact.
“Good because he bought food?”
Without thinking long Nura said, “Ya.” The food sent and bought by Fatih always tasted good and delicious.
Yiyi had guessed that answer, Nura's love for Fatih was still limited to food, she was afraid that later on Fatih might get bored and throw Nura away.
However, Fatih was still very young, too young in fact, already bearing the burden of company on his back, as well as Nura, this girl was also too young. Yiyi was worried that the marriage of those who stayed counting days would not last long.
“Do Nura know what love is?”
“Love?”
“Iya,” sahut Yiyi make sure. Nura was almost done knitting, she glanced at the teacup she had not touched.
“Love it likes,” it says relax without load. Yiyi let out a long sigh, she sat down before Nura, holding both hands of the girl.
“Love is a feeling of belonging to each other, like Mr. Fatih belongs to Nura, and Nura belongs to Mr. Fatih,” explains Yiyi sage, he often heard the words several times on television shows that the waiters watched in the back room every night.
“Have?” Nura looks confused, she belongs to Fatih and Fatih belongs to him?
Nura is like a white paper that has not been inked, plain and clean about love.
“Is it like I have a mother?”
“Um, yes roughly like that.”
“Then it means I love Fatih,” Nura said as she sipped her tea, Yiyi seemed to think hard, but then she nodded in affirmation.
“What does Fatih love me?”
“I think yes,” Yiyi replied with a smile, who doesn't think Fatih isn't in love? The guy always sends food, buys cell phones and sweaters, invites romantic dates on the beach, less what else?
“Why not just call Mr Fatih? Anyway it's already lunch break.” Yiyi pointed the wall clock to number one, Nura shook her head slowly.
“Can't, I don't want to disturb him, yesterday he said quite busy and tired, so let him rest and eat well.”
“Good, it's up to Nura.”
Nura and Fatih's wedding is just counting the days, they are not too busy, all have been prepared by Madam Ajeng and the famous wedding organizers in this city, he said, they just need to choose a wedding dress at the boutique the next few days.
“I hope that after getting married later, Nura must be happy,” said Yiyi sincerely, she had heard the story of Nura's life while accompanying Nura who used to sleep in the warehouse, he cried a hiccup and his eyes were swollen for days, he knew Nura was just pretending to look strong, covering her with that flat face, actually Nura was very fragile, like a thin glass glass located at the end of the table, at any time can fall and break.
“Quietly,” Nura said as she stretched the finished orange scarf perfectly, Yiyi clucked in awe.
“I'll be happy,” he continued, trying to wear that scarf to his neck, “And keep happy.”
