You & Dusk
Red Hijab

The day changed, the previous sunny day turned dark in the following splashing sounds of rain water, later the rain was difficult to predict. Although it was raining because there was a lecture schedule, I went to campus as usual riding a motorcycle while wearing a rain coat. Arriving at college, I met Ica one of my college friends."Man.. why go to college?" ask Ica who is suddenly approaching.

"college." I answered judes.

"**but Prof Armin said he's not in, his class's delayed tomorrow."

"huh.yg indeed**."

One of the student turmoil is the thing that just happened. When you want to go to college but in fact the lecturer is not present or vice versa.

Ica.. One of the beautiful women in my department, pretty much ever shot him but he didn't want to. He said that all men are the same, because he had a bad experience of dating men. Wrong yourself, dating a cheating man.

This sometimes makes me confused with the thoughts of the girls out there, because they are more comfortable in a relationship with "consider a bad guy" on a basically good appeal. I've read an article he said the guy "badboy" is attractive in the eyes of girls because it is not rigid and can make girls comfortable, different from good guys who incidentally boring. Really so? I don't know..

Ica and I were quite close, usually together if again at the campus so close we had thought of dating the kids on campus. But indeed I have no feelings for Ica nor vice versa."home ah.. You know this was not to campus." said I who began to be upset with the behavior of the Lecturer who just want to.

"yes, I went all the way to the campus as well, mending me to the library." Ica suggested.

"why go to the perpus?"

"from the material for the thesis, I think you're the same Inspiration to be a 7-year-old student." Besides being beautiful, this Ica can also be said to be smart on campus. He said he wanted to graduate soon so he could work at his father's company. Had swished their minds to the children of rich people, good well not dizzy thinking about the future. But seeing Ica I became embarrassed myself, because he was never spoiled with his parents, even pocket money he sought himself with side work. In addition to studying in the Department of State Administration he also studied English and informatics engineering.

Ica's insistence and coercion made me undo the intention to go home. Anyway I'm not doing any activities, it could be that if I go with Ica to the library, I can get inspired the thesis title.

Silence, that's the word that describes the current atmosphere of the campus library. Everyone in the library looked so serious about reading and looking for books on bookshelves. When then I walked with Ica who had not found a book for her script, my eyes were distracted by it.. Again..

Don't know what else to do, 'cause I freaked out I picked up a book and pretended to read it."Man... What did you read again?" ask Ica who saw my strange behavior.

"ohh this, hehe lately again like to read the beginning."

"huh.. The sex surgery manual, man? You healthy?" said Ica while elevating her tone of voice.

Instantly one porous looked towards me.

"uh.. He he." shamefully, that was one word that could describe the look on my face at this moment.

"**b*hahahaha"

"unkind of you Ca. Satisfied you put me to shame**."

"lah you.. Read the book, read it again. Haha." obviously ngakakak

"it's just as curious." I said

"alahhhh alesan is you.."

Long time we walked looking for books for reference Ica thesis, finally we only get one of the several books needed. I waited for Ica at the library door as she finished her administration to borrow the book.

At the door I met Ilham. It seems like he's waiting for someone. Out of curiosity I tried to greet him. "Ham.. Tumben you in the pylus? It's usually in the cafeteria hanging out while making coffee."

"who?" curious.

"kepo aja lo.. Haha."

"Arm.. How do you think you're here?" said Ica was surprised to see Ilham who suddenly came

Seeing Ilham's expression, it seems to have been guessed that what he was waiting for here turned out to be Ica. Ja.. Ilham is also one of the people who have shot Ica many times but rejected continuously. Even so, he still did not want to give up. Salute the hell with her persistence but pity also if long in let later heartache.

The three of us went to the cafeteria for lunch, because hunger could not be compromised at this time. In the cafeteria as usual, Ica order stewed indomie, I fried indomie and the inspired coffee message.

He said that coffee has philosophy, coffee that teaches us to be ourselves without having to fear the judgment of others. Look at the coffee with black and bitter, no need to be white to be praised and do not need to be sweet to enjoy because black and bitter have a characteristic that can only be explained by one sip.

As a student who can be said to be at the final level. In the campus cafeteria there are not many faces that we know, most of our friends are rarely stuck on campus. All that looks is innocent faces of early semester students.

"ehh Man you know not, your friend Ivan is now very diligent yes he prayed in the mosque again" said Ilham suddenly.

"iyaa is you.. Prayers are all right."

"yes than no prayer at all. Hehe."

"oh yeah, I'm afraid I'm getting married to him." The word Ica cuts off my conversation with Ilham.

"ehh buset, not finished college yet.has to marry me." Inspiration

"college does not hinder Ham's marriage, if indeed you are able why not? It's better than a grand courtship not a marriage." I said wise-ass. Not that I was defending Ivan but I was also once in Ivan's position. Even that was a year ago, when I was in semester 5.

"yes the Man. When did you get married?" ask Ilham while sipping his black coffee.

"tomorrow if it doesn't rain." I said.

"hahaha can you man."

"who did Ivan marry?" ask ica.

"don't know, because he didn't know who the candidate was. He said later on the proposal. You see, they are ta'aruf." I explained to Ica.

In the midst of our conversation, my eyes were once again distracted by it.. Again.. Right in front of the dining table next to him he sat down with his friends. He started to talk with a happy smile. I began to think, it was a sin that I stole a glance when she was smiling sweetly like that. The moment when I stole this kind of view had already been going on since the bad incident back then.

If asked this time, my mind is fucked. Don't know what to do. There is no courage to say hello, let alone greet each other in the eyes it feels like I can not. Not because of shame, but sometimes something is not that simple to explain.

Frankly speaking of love, I may not be the expert. If from experience.. I have, ever been in a relationship with someone for 2 years. Honestly, it was a wonderful time, but after it was all over, I realized that my time was wasted.

All those memories can be said to be false, all those promises are meaningless. Therefore, since my relationship ended that time, I have never been in a relationship with any woman again because for me it was a waste of time.

But all that changed when I met and started to get to know her. Ja.. The woman who is currently right in front of me, who is currently busy talking to her friends. That chick.. The woman in the red headscarf I knew her very well, but she didn't know me.

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