You & Dusk
Heroes

(Flashback Part)

Our time in Malaysia has been a month, and in a week we will return to Indonesia. Of course, a month is not a short time but feels short if you remember the memories that passed. I don't think any words can represent my feelings as long as I'm here.

This afternoon me and some friends were discussing about the public lecture we had received. Of course with Alfy, Riyal and Ana as well as local students who else if not Sahidah and some other friends.

It seems that Riyal who several times issued logical arguments refuting the arguments of other friends. While I was just listening and occasionally mellirik steal a glance towards Alfy

Long enough this discussion lasted until the sky began to darken. Dusk is always present and pamper the eyes, treating a disease called world busyness. Dusk reminds us to be grateful, grateful to worship the Creator with the sign of the Adhan that echoes the twilight that begins to disappear.

Then we disbanded and because it was in time, before we went home to pray magrib first in the mosque of this campus. And then we went back to the apartment.

Because the distance of the apartment is not too far, we everyday if we go to campus just walk. Calculate saving expenses in order to buy souvenirs for family and friends.

Although it is different building, basically my apartment and Alfy's apartment are still one place. The four of us walked together to the apartment. To save time, we usually cut our way through a fairly large park in the city. Because if you have to follow the path of the pedestrian it will take twice as long.

Unlike in the crowded roadside troroar, the road in this park is quite quiet and the lighting is also not too bright because there seems to be some broken garden lights. "not sure if you want to go back to Indo." Said Ana.

"don't forget the report." Alfy replied reminding us of our duties and obligations.

"sound.. Report." I said lesuh. Not without reason, we all had to make travel reports during our time here as the duty of the Lecturer of the Builder.

When engrossed in conversation. "uh.. Who's the fuck." Ana said, pointing to someone in front of us.

Looks like someone's trying to get in our way while walking. When it began to approach it turns out that he is Fijay, a man of Indian descent who some time ago often teases and annoys Alfy. "hey.. Fina.. Follow me, I want to date with you." Fijay said with a creepy smile.

"No, please don't disturb me." Reply to Alfy who is hiding on Ana's shoulder out of fear.

Instead of leaving, Fijay threatens to be rude to Alfy if his wishes are not met. Hearing that, of course, my heroic soul thrashed. I bravely threatened Fijay back to get him out of here before I hit him.

I see Alfy starting to panic and so does Ana. I think this situation is beneficial because I'm both with Riyal while Fijay is only alone even though the muscles are a little prominent but 2 against 1 seems to be making Fijay's guts shrivel. That's my hope, in the end Fijay did not go he instead pulled out a knife in his pocket.

Seeing that I was shocked, so did Alfy and Ana who started to get scared. I carefully then look around the park, who knows there are people around and can be asked for help but unfortunately the current situation is really quiet.

I saw Riyal, his face was getting serious and sweating a lot, I thought maybe he was scared too. I don't really hope with Riyal who incidentally is a medical student, as far as I'm concerned with medical children are more concerned with books than with extreme things like fights.

I'm pretty cool with my skills, because I'm a karate SME so maybe I can pull out some of the moves I learned in training. In my heart I began to vent, the power of love gave me courage. Which man does not dare when he sees a woman he likes will be hurt by bad people.

In addition to thinking about the moves when I practice karate on campus, I also remember the same situation as today in some soap opera scenes that are often watched by my mother. Fighting movements that I might be able to imitate.

As long as I'm stuck in my fantasy as a hero, I see Riyal trying to talk to Fijay so he doesn't do anything stupid. But it was all for nothing, he stayed to his will.

Actually I was confused what makes Fijay so obsessed with Alfy, when viewed in terms of clothing Alfy has closed his aura perfectly even not using tight clothes like most other Muslim women. Is it because Fijay is indeed a criminal or a cycopath.

The situation was getting tense because Fijay seemed unwilling to leave, again I said in a loud voice so that Fijay stopped with his silly actions but at that time he ran towards us while holding a knife.

As she started running, I started hearing hysterical sounds from Alfy and Ana. I saw Fijar running closer and I saw his gaze again on Alfy, I spontaneously ran while thinking about the movements I could do to bring him down.

As he began to approach, I reflexively closed his running path that led to Alfy and ventured to block him. "Arm... Arman.don't be rash." Riyal said shouting at me.

I also heard Alfy and Ana yelling at my actions, and it turned out that Fijay and I had come close enough. I saw in front of me Fijay swinging his right hand which was holding a knife trying to stab me in the stomach down. I thought about holding back the attack with my left hand while swinging my body towards his right. After that I will try to grab his right hand and pull his right hand back while locking it so that he can not move and drop the knife he holds like in movie scenes.

Yep.. I'll be successful soon.

But....

"What's this?" my mind. My eyes began to fade, I seemed a little dizzy. It was painful but I didn't know which part was hurting, while I heard Riyal's voice calling me so did Alfy and Ana.

That voice also made me aware of the wild delusion that was disturbing the reality that was in front of me. After being confused for a while I regained consciousness but it was too late, it turned out that Fijay was right in front of me.

I saw me holding his left shoulder with my left hand and my right hand.. And.. I saw my right hand bleeding.When I looked down at his hand, it turned out that the knife Fijay held stuck in my stomach. Seeing blood and I was surprised. "huh.. Haaaahhhh."

"ARMANS... ARMAN GET OUT OF THERE." Shouted Riyal while running towards me.

My face began to pale and the pain and tenderness in my stomach began to feel, and, Fijay then pulled out the knife that stuck in my stomach and the blood began to flow until it made the white shirt I was using today turn red.

I slowly fell to the ground while holding my bleeding stomach. I heard Alfy's voice shouting continuously calling my name. Shortly after I fell to the ground I lost consciousness.

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