Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 122

After finishing his activities by struggling alone in the kitchen. The twenty-year-old girl with a bulging stomach immediately moved and returned to the room. Clean yourself in the bathroom. And get ready to meet her husband at the office.

In front of the dressing table he swept a little powder on his face, applying a lipstick not too thick on the lips tiny, ranum nan. After being satisfied with his appearance. He immediately grabbed the sling bag that had been prepared since, which he placed on the bed.

His smile expanded as his feet began to stand on the stairs after the stairs of the big house he occupied. He hummed ria, happy. Because, soon he will spend lunch with the man he loves so much. Not only that, this was the first time she visited Reyhan to the office during her pregnancy. Reyhan severely limited his activities.

Since Reyhan knew she was pregnant with a baby from her marriage. Reyhan is so possessive of her. Everything that is done must be limited and of course must be with the permission of Reyhan. Sometimes he felt angry with Reyhan's nature like that. But on the other hand. She felt so loved by her husband.

"Ma, Nadhira's permission to go to the office to see Reyhan, yes. All Nadhira bring lunch for him," he said and sat next to Mama who was serious about doing her routine in the living room. Especially if not to embroider.

"Who's going, son?" mama asked without looking at her daughter-in-law.

"Alone, Ma. Nadhira's gonna order a cab."

"Don't! Let Mr. Amin take you to the office. Mama doesn't want anything to happen to you if you go by taxi alone."

"Alright, Ma. Thanks."

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Nadhira threw his gaze towards the streets of the city that were so crowded. It was clear in his eyes the smoke coming from the exhausts of passing vehicles. The sound of the car engine. The sound of horns that continue to collide does not make it lonely trip to the office where Reyhan works.

Her hands were unceasingly holding tightly to the bushel filled with her husband's favorite food. The food he made himself was full of love. Special only for the man who so has a big role in his life.

"Sir Amin" he called out respectfully. Even though Mr. Amin is only a private driver of her husband's family. However, he always behaved respectfully and politely to Mr. Amin. For him, Mr. Amin is still a parent that he must treat as he treats his parents.

"Yes, Neng?" replied Mr. Amin and glanced from the rearview mirror of the car.

"Nadhira wants to buy a cake in a normal place. We'll stop there for a second, sir. It's okay, huh?"

"Of course, Neng. You will take wherever Neng Nadhira wants," replied Mr. Amin by adding joking condiments to his sentence.

Nadhira chuckled at the words of the fathers who were not far from the age of Father. "Sir Amin could have been flirting with Nadhira, yes."

It only took a few minutes for the car carrying Nadhira to arrive in front of a cake shop. Looks a lot from the outside.

"Mr Nadhira's waiting here for a while, yeah. Calm. Nadhira won't be long."

"You're old, too, Neng. You will be faithful to wait." Mr. Amin is so. Full joke. He was a humorous father.

Again Nadhira just laughed in response to the joke of the middle-aged father. He then moved from the car to the cake shop. His gaze swept over every inch of the shop.

As usual, he always met one of the employees there. Fifteen-year-old man who was willing to give up his status as a student became an employee. Not because of lack of learning. But the family's far-flung economic demands forced him to do the job.

"Brownies chocolates."

Those two words were not just thrown from Nadhira's lips. But also from the lips of a woman standing right on her right. A woman a few feet taller than him.

The two stared at each other.

No one speaks the word of inspiration. Both are busy with their own thoughts.

"Have we met before?" ask the woman next to Nadhira.

"I don't know either, Ma'am. But, Ma'am so familiar."

Before Nadhira's speech was responded. Inspiration had already handed the brownies to the woman.

"I go first, yeah, Ma'am."

He looked at the woman passing by with graceful steps out of the shop. His forehead is a little wrinkled. Trying to remember where he had met the woman next to him.

"Brownies chocolate as usual" said Ilham and offered a chocolate brownie order Nadhira. The sound of Inspiration that was so sudden made him slightly jump.

"Thank you very much, Inspiration. You keep it back, yes. Good luck to you."

"So good to me. Thank you very much, brother. May what you do become a field of worship."

She smiled sweetly. A special happiness for him to see the face of Inspiration full of gratitude. "I'll excuse you, yes, Inspiration."

"Be careful on the road, brother."

Along with a slow step nan certainly towards pontu out the cake shop visited. Nadhira still faithfully twisted his brain. He thought hard to remember the woman who stood up ordering chocolate brownies along with him.

Busy with his own mind. Nadhira almost hit a toddler who was running cheerfully pursued by his parents, with a laugh so loud. He smiles. Then, his brain instantly recalled Kenzo. The boy she met at the lake.

"Elmeera" he whispered. "Yes. I'm not wrong anymore. That woman is indeed Elmeera." He immediately remembered the woman after his brain presented the pieces of the incident with Kenzo at the lake at that time.

Nadhira widened his pace to make it faster to where the car was parked rap, where Mr. Amin was waiting for him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Amin. Nadhira made you wait too long" he said guiltily.

"It's okay, Neng. No need to apologize like that to you. Because, it's already my job."

After feeling comfortable with his position in the car. Slowly Nadhira felt the car that was riding it drove, again splitting the city streets that still looked crowded. Pollution mixed with air is the only thing that can be consumed.

His sight was thrown away towards the highway. Enjoying the hustle and bustle of the city with the scorching sun that is so stinging. As if the baskara was right above the crown.

The pink-veiled girl's brain again spun around without excuse. The neatly stored memory of Elmeera and everything she knew about the woman who was friendly to her husband.

The thing that was so disturbing his thoughts was the incident at the cake shop earlier. By chance he and Elmeera bought the same cake. And that cake is Reyhan's favorite.

"Did Elmeera buy some cake for Reyhan's sister?" his great-grandson in heart.

A second later Nadhira regained consciousness. You can't think negatively about anything or anyone.

"Astagfirullah," he said beristigfar. He stroked his chest and shook his head quickly.