Aksara For Arsyilla
Because Home is Where the Love is
Afternoon accompanied by a sweet drizzle that is so tempestuous. Aksara and Arsyilla are still wrapped in a blanket after performing a hot ritual, full of love, and of course wrapped in pleasure in their new home.
“Makasih Honey .. ritual occupy a new house that is more steady, more satisfied, and more delicious,” Aksara said as he chuckled and hugged his wife's body tightly.
Arsyilla quickly hit her husband's chest, “Isshhh, really naughty anyway..Where is the ritual of welcoming a new home like that,” grumbled Arsyilla now.
“Ada .. we just. What's the name again try?” ask Aksara.
“Name mode,” reply Arsyilla.
Again, Aksara was chuckling amusedly and so anxious with his wife, “There are no modes if it is the same you, Honey. I've always been honest and as is the same you,” reply Aksara.
“Honest ask for rations?” ask Arsyilla later.
“Iya .. honest. Being honest with your wife doesn't matter. Importantly, I won't hurt you and your baby's grandpa anyway,” Aksara replied honestly.
Indeed, during Arsyilla's pregnancy, Aksara often held back so as not to hurt his wife and Baby Dedek who was still in his wife's womb. In fact, often not having to unite himself with Arsyilla is also not a problem for Aksara. In essence, Aksara only wants to undergo a union that is based on being willing to be the same, not just himself who wants.
“I want to wear clothes, Brother ... cold,” said Arsyilla now. Indeed the rain out there coupled with the AC that was in the room made Arsyilla feel cold.
Apparently Aksara immediately got up, the man then helped Arsyilla to change her clothes. The man smiled at the traces of love he left in his chest.
“Such beauty,” says Aksara now.
“Gombal, later beautiful praise at the ends of asking again,” said Arsyilla while squinting her eyes at her husband. Of course Arsyilla said all that is not without cause, Arsyilla said all that because she already knew the wits of her husband.
The character that is anxious immediately pinched Arsyilla's nose, “Ihh, you know I really do, Honey ... if I think gini, I can not play trick-trick-an again dong same you, Honey,” reply while laughing.
“I've known you inside out, Brother,” reply Arsyilla.
“His art, known outside in the same wife himself,” replied Aksara.
Of course Aksara's answer sounded ambiguous in Arsyilla's ear. Until the woman breathed.
“Apaan sih Kak .. I want to see rain from the balcony Kak. Cannot? ” ask Arsyilla.
Aksara nodded his head, the man then extended his hand to Arsyilla and invited her to sit on the chair on the balcony of their room. On the balcony, the two could feel the morning sun directly, touch and feel the rain with their hands, or sit together enjoying the twilight.
Right now, the two of them sat together and enjoyed the heavy rain that fell that afternoon. Arsyilla was seen enjoying the rain that fell quite profusely that afternoon. The rain he always loved. The rain that makes Arsyilla always want to enjoy it.
“Iya, likes ... really likes. For me, rain is romantic,” said Arsyilla. The woman replied while looking at the specks of rain falling from the sky.
“What makes rain feel romantic to you?” tanya Aksara later.
“The importance of which is so beautiful, the water is charming and wet, and also the preticor which is as fragrant as the smell of soil produced from the splash of rain. Everything is very romantic,” reply Arsyilla.
The woman then glanced at her husband, and wrapped her hands around his arms while leaning her head there. “More romantic, because I enjoyed the first rain in our new home together with you,” Arsyilla said later.
The character who listened to Arsyilla's words smiled, the man lowered his head and kissed Arsyilla's forehead with his warm lips.
Chup!
“You are really pinter make my heart dag-dig-du like this,” reply Aksara.
In fact, Arsyilla laughed, the woman was scathing her face in her husband's arms. Because, for Arsyilla is indeed the rain that he saw and enjoyed this afternoon along with Aksara makes the atmosphere more romantic.
“Kak, can you say something?” arsyilla asked her husband.
“Iya, can dong, Honey,” Suhut Aksara.
“Euhm, Mama Khaira once said that the house was not just a building. The true home is where our love is. Because Home is where the love is. The real home is when love is there. I hope, in this new home. Our love can both make a real home. A house that is not just a luxurious, magnificent, and beautiful building, but a house where the love water tank is always watered to the full,” said Arsyilla.
Hearing Arsyilla's words, Aksara nodded her head, “True Darling .. Mama Khaira is really great at teaching things that are philosophical and in that way to you. I am sure very, you became a great woman because of the great Mama and Papa,” Aksara replied.
“Not really Brother.. I'm just an ordinary woman. You and your love that make this ordinary woman special and extraordinary,” replied Arsyilla with a shy blush.
Aksara then grabbed his wife's shoulder and carried her head on his chest. “You're such a pinter, Honey .. To me you're still a great and wonderful woman. The first woman I ever loved, and fought for. I don't regret doing everything to get you,” reply Aksara.
Such an honest confession of the Scriptures that for all he had done, just for the sake of obtaining Arsyilla, the Aksara had never regretted it.
"You can believe, you can't. You came into my life with your charm. The charm I remember all the time. The charm that made me unable to love another woman, a dozen years passed, but I kept looking for you" said Aksara.
Then Arsyilla smiled and looked at her husband's face, "The rain must meet with the rain so that both of them are equally wet. I have to meet you, so that we can unite. I'm sure 'cause home is where the love is. My real home is with you. A sincere heart loves me, accepts all my shortcomings, and also protects me."
"Yes Honey. You are also home to me. Home for me to dock all my life. So don't get bored with me. Stand by you for the rest of your life, with me forever," Pinta Aksara sincerely.
On a rainy afternoon, when the preticory blossoms are so fragrant, Aksara and Arsyilla unravel the deepest meaning that home is a place filled with love. The love that sources from both of them and they will channel to their children later.