Let me just finish this feeling, slowly, "Ayyu muttered as she wiped the tears that had flooded her cheeks.
Ayyu.
Her elegant face makes eyes reluctant to look away. Not a few men who put heart to him. But Ayyu often ignores, because his heart is tethered to Denny.
Well, Denny. The simple but charismatic man is a college friend. But being on a different faculty. Only a few times Ayyu can enjoy his full face. Ayyu fell in love at first sight, second and until now. No reason to love it. Denny because until now Ayyu did not find the reason.
Ayyu has been enjoying the taste for two years. Unsaturated and increasingly fragrant. Denny has just welcomed Ayyu a few months ago. It was a day that Ayyu might never forget; rain hits slap the faces of the earth.
"Your face is still beautiful, cloudy unable to dim your ayumu", praise Denny as they are deliberately sitting side by side waiting for the rain that never subsided.
"You're too high a Den", his face blushed though not downcast
"I want to be the sun to cloudy no longer to cover your ayu", Denny more convincing.

It is the first time their hearts speak. Ayyu feels the love has been welcomed. Ayyu does not hesitate to show about his feelings to the mooring of the heart, Denny Kurniawan.
This time the rain was friendly. The water that morning has been hardened has stopped the day before dusk. Although the sky is not as beautiful as usual but it does not matter to the heart that is embraced longs. When longing to say hello will be very painful if not immediately reunited. Because Ayyu has not found a cure to heal his longing when he longs to bind; besides meeting the mooring of the heart.
Immediately Ayyu heads to the place where there Ayyu can enjoy the face of the mooring of the heart is so full. His body was just wrapped in a t-shirt that was not so thick, the freezing wind ignored. The face that had been wandering in his mind smiling warmly greeted him; was sitting on the edge of serayu.
"I'm late, sorry", holding out his hand toward the man who had been waiting for him.
"It's okay, twilight not khatam", replied Denny while offering a warm smile.
This is the first time they meet and sit side by side adoring hearts that are boasting over an increasingly festive love. And so on, on the edge of serayu enjoy the twilight accompanied by the wind blowing intimate though only to say hello and inquire about the news today. Kian studded roses in Ayyu's heart, fragrant.
He is the owner of my heart, will I also the owner of his heart ?, murmured softly. Himself has been immersed in daydreams with Denny. How happy if dusk really belongs to my meeting with her, forever. The hope that is always watered every time the twilight blooms.
The inhabited sky is increasingly earthy offering beauty by a cloud of cloudless clouds. With a step Ayyu stepped along the path to the edge serayu. Unusually, no warm smile usually welcomes Ayyu's presence.
Her face was gloomy. Restless. Her heart was overwhelmed with worry over the inner heart that the shadow of her body was untouched. His eyes were fixed on a folded piece of paper with no envelopes. Immediately Ayyu grabbed a paper full of pen dance on it. His mouth is silent, let the heart read it.
For Ayyu with Ayu's face,
Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and beyond Denny can no longer see Ayyu.
Forgive Denny who had not had time to tell that tomorrow is the day of Denny's engagement.
Forgive Denny who had not had time to tell the figure who has become the owner of Denny's heart, Rani.
Rani has long wandered for his studies in the country across. Tomorrow is the time when Denny and Rani glue bonds that have been stretched distance.
Denny.
Her hands wrapped in brown leather that moves irregular reflex, trembling. Her body slackened. As if resigned. His lanky body was highlighted by the light of yellow twilight creating a sharp sketch.
The roses covered in the garden of his heart melayu. His eyes rain, increasingly hardened in the dusk that is almost khatam. His hopes fall with the unfinished season.