20 Years Adrift
Chapters 15. Scrapings

Aira's eyes circulated to every corner of the room, but she did not find Affan there. He then put back the face to be worn for prayer and prepared to go out.

Just a few steps away, Affan opened the door and entered the room with a large cup of herbal tea. The rain that continuously fell these few days made his physical condition decrease. Not to mention his personal problems with Amanda are so complicated.

"Om Affan, into the kitchen by yourself? Why didn't you just ask me to make some tea?" Aira looks bad and feels like she is not a good wife.

"I'm fine, Aira. Lately I've been rained on a lot. Maybe also my physical endurance is declining" Affan explained.

"Other times, Om Affan does not have to bother to make his own tea. Let me just." Aira insisted with her opinion.

Affan. He knew that Aira was worried about him.

"Continue praying, it will be void." Affan sat in front of Aira's study table.

Aira smiled shyly. He almost forgot because he was staring at Affan who was sipping his tea.

It took a while for Aira to focus on her prayers. He felt watched while Affan was near him. Despite the unusual feeling, Aira tries to get excited.

Affan was still in his place when Aira finished praying. His shady face made his heart memorable. Thousands of times Aira brushed aside her admiration, twice as many feelings came.

"Om Affan isn't sleeping anymore? Now it's just a clock ...." Aira turned towards the wall clock.

"At half-hour three" he continued.

Affan placed his cup on the table and walked up to Aira.

"May I ask for your help?" ask Affan with a slightly embarrassed face. He seemed hesitant to say this.

"By, Om." Aira didn't think much.

Affan took a muscle pain reliever cream and gave it to Aira. After that he went to his bed and opened his office hem that has not changed since returning from work.

Aira lowered her head in embarrassment and turned her body back to Affan. She felt awkward but did what her husband asked her to do. Affan asked her to rub her back with the cream.

"When my mother was still there, she gave me a balm and scratched my back with coins" Aira said.

Although city people, Affan also know 'groan', the term for scraping the skin on the back and shoulders until red. Her parents did this to her when she was a child.

"I've also been scraping. Can you do it?" ask Affan. For a long time he had not scraped but he remembered if it could relieve dizziness and body aches due to colds.

Aira moved to get the coin. Not long after that he returned to bed.

Affan slapped his body again when Aira came. Actually, he also felt embarrassed to show his athletic body to his little wife.

'Am Affan still looks young despite his age of almost four-headed. His body also looks good, ' Aira muttered inwardly as she looked at Affan's body while moving a coin in his hand.

'Astaghfirullah, what am I thinking?' Aira muttered again and tried not to be tempted to see Affan's good body.

After finishing her task, Aira cleaned things up and washed her hands in the sink. It took a little while to remove the remnants of the cream balm that stuck to his hand. Several times Aira smelled the aroma, after being completely clean she also stopped washing her hands.

The hot and cool sensation was still felt in her hands, Aira dried it and muted it with baby powder. The balm effect disappeared.

Affan had fallen asleep when Aira returned to his side. They also fell asleep again.

Aira's phone is ringing. He set an alarm to wake her up at dawn. In a semi-conscious state Aira shut it off and went back to sleep. The alarm goes off again every ten minutes. However, again Aira turned it off.

Up to ten minutes the fourth sound Aira just woke up lazily.

"Astagfirefull!" his screeches.

Aira's loud voice makes Affan wake up. The time for morning prayers was already thirty minutes ago. They also rushed to finish it.

Affan didn't go to work today. Actually Saturday the employees are in half a day. He did not want to leave for work today and asked Bimo to take his place.

Another with Affan, Aira fills her time off for cooking. He went to the kitchen and made breakfast as he wished. He had not cooked his favorite menu while living in Solo, namely capcay and timlo.

"Young lady is good at cooking apparently," Bi Sumi praised.

"Little Bi," Aira replied with a friendly smile at Bi Sumi.

Affan noticed what his wife was doing secretly. He deliberately did not appear and only saw her from behind the door.

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