"There is a feeling when I am close to him. I feel a street that feels so calm. He is like a lamp of my hope that I will never be able to replace with another," Satria was still staring intently at the face of the woman in front of him. He felt that the woman was Umbrella Teduh. He felt that there would never be a woman like the twilight who would never sink to the ground.
The sound of the Maghrib call to prayer began to sound so melodious that it thrilled both of them and they both went to a mosque around there. They walked hand in hand and stared at each other at the road ahead. The afternoon atmosphere that gives a wild imagination of a dusk that will never go out at all.
"You are a twilight that will never sink in time." Satria was carried away by a feeling about a heart. He really fell in love with the woman he had known since childhood. That feeling will never fade at all even eroded by a time. The feeling is getting deeper.
