You & Dusk

You & Dusk
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(Flashback Part)


It's been a week since I returned to Indonesia but I haven't told Mom about my condition, even though there's really nothing to worry about because I'm already very healthy. But I still think I should tell Mom.


I saw Mom in front of the TV, watching her favorite soap opera that made me think that I could imitate the great movements in the soap opera to beat Fijay at that time, but the result is I'm the K.O.


Finally I ventured closer, slowly I started talking about something else before getting into the core of the conversation. Slowly but surely I started to be frank about my injuries.


I was surprised because my mother's expression when I said that I was injured turned out to be unexpected. He casually said "oh". I'm certainly surprised because it's not like the mother I know.


Seeing my confused expression on my face, Mom laughed and explained that she had known about my condition since I was treated at the Malaysian Hospital. He was contacted by Mr. Imran as an escort lecturer at that time.


Mr. Imran explained the situation and of course I was very worried but knowing I was better he finally did not contact me because I was worried that his eldest son would not see his mother panic. So my mother did not tell me and waited for me to preach.


Hearing her explanation, I immediately hugged her. Great woman who became my role model, I love her. While in the atmosphere, the sound of knocking on the door was heard. "there was someone outside. Let's see." Said Mom hearing a knock on the door.


I then walked towards the front door of the house, after I opened it was Ivan. "Iwana.. Tumben nights here." I said.


"iya Man's. Can't you come in?" his reply.


"does he.. Yes, it's in.."


"sorry to bother Man."


I let Ivan in, he sat in the old room with me. "relax Van. What's the need for this?"


"no.. Just play to your house Man."


"ohs.. How are you doing, by the way?" I said.


"good Man. What are your wounds?" reply asked.


"not papa. loh.. Where do you know about my wounds?"


"Your mother told you. How does it feel to be a bad luck hero?" asked Ivan in a soft tone.


"you're rude Van. "laugh back.


"Ivan Ma's." My answer.


"eh son of Ivan.. How are you?" mother said as she approached Ivan and hugged him.


"good aunt." Reply Ivan.


"then I drink first." My mother said walking away from us.


"as always Man. Your mother is good." Said Ivan.


"Fine son dong hehe." I said.


"mah's son.. Well if there's a wish. Haha." Ivan joked.


"you or I are like that." My reply.


"haha.. Yes, I did. I happen to want to ask for help too."


"that's it.. There must be a wish. Haha. What do you want to ask for help?"


"could you be Man. So I want to give Dian a surprise."


Ivan as a good man certainly wants to make his lover happy, one that can make his lover happy certainly gives a little surprise to his lover on his special day.


Ivan wanted me to help prepare the decorations in Ivan's private villa at the top. Later Ivan will pick up Dian without knowing where Dian will be taken. His eyes will be closed until at the villa then only then opened.


Ivan also wants to invite other friends to celebrate Dian's birthday in his private villa so that it is more festive and Dian will be happy. As a gift Ivan had prepared a gold necklace with pearls as a form of his love for Dian.


Hearing Ivan who is so excited about this, of course I will help make the surprise run successfully. Although the surprise will be done next month but it seems Ivan has prepared this carefully.


From the way he explained to me about the surprise I could tell that his feelings for Dian were deep, I became worried that one day Ivan would be betrayed by Dian, although I actually knew that Dian had a relationship with Irwan, but I still hope that the relationship is only a short while and Dian in the end still chose Ivan.


My mother came out with warm tea and a little snack for Ivan and left us both to continue the conversation. All night, Ivan talked a lot about Dian. Anything for Dian and only Dian.


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