Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 124

The twenty-year-old girl's gaze was straight forward. Nanars. The scorching sun that was so stinging did not become a hindrance for him to sit by the lake. The lake she often visited with her husband, Reyhan. The lake that became the first place he met the woman who had just made him feel the infinite pain. Elmeera.

Tears that had been trying to endure desperately finally decayed, penetrating the sturdy walls as a barrier. This time he let the patter rain down his cheeks. He no longer wants to wipe. Hope the cry of money created can relieve the pain he feels. It's okay just a little.

"Hi, Miss! Why are you sitting down in the heat like this?" greet an old grandmother and come sit right next to her.

He looked over and smiled sweetly. "I did it on purpose, Grandma. I want to dry the wound that just broke."

"But, a scorching day like this isn't good for you."

"Oh, apparently you're pregnant too, son. Wake up! Poor baby in your womb."

Nadhira stared at her protruding stomach. If not for remembering the content. He would not heed the old grandmother's words at all. He rose up with the old woman who came out of nowhere.

"You can calm your mind here, son. But find a cool place. There you'll find peace."

His gaze was floating in all directions. Looking for a shady spot as grandma suggested. Her retina caught a big tree. Underneath the grass grows with green. Right to calm a messy atma.

"Alright, Grandma. Thank you for reminding me," he said sincerely with his head slightly subdued.

"Don't get stuck in grief. Because, it will also have an effect on your content."

He just smiled thinly.

"If grandma could know. How old are you?"

"Sudan enters the seventh month, Grandma."

"Gee... Soon it will be born and see the world."

"Yes, Grandma."

"May the child you gave birth to be a strong child in order to strengthen this mother," said the grandmother holding Nadhira's shoulder.

The girl with the hijab waving in the wind was marinating with joy. I don't know where that comfort came from with Grandma. After the wrinkled hand of the old woman before him landed on her shoulder. His blood is different. No more heat up.

"Grandma go first, yeah, son. If you feel calmer. Go home! Your body and heart need rest."

"Not only you. The little angel who is present must be very you will also need the calmness of his mother's heart," continued the grandmother and passed from before the girl with a distended stomach.

His gaze did not shift from the old grandmother's back that was getting away. His smile came out unconsciously. Although, the remnants of the flowing tears were still clearly imprinted on his cheeks.

His feet stepped towards the large tree he had seen earlier. Hoping to rest there he will find tranquility.

He slowly landed his body there. Find his comfortable position. Justright. The coolness of the tree is able to calm his mind that branches.

"Son, while we're sitting here first, honey. It's okay, huh?" He was so excited to invite the little creature in his stomach to talk. Until the small movements he felt. The girl felt amused and smiled to herself.

"Geez, kid. You are getting more active every day. Mama's getting impatient waiting for your birth." His hand slowly stroked the softness of his growing belly.

Nadhira got up from his seat. His eyes swept the scenery as far as the eyes could see. He moved his legs slowly while his hands did not stop stroking his distended stomach. Give peace to the small creatures that are growing and developing in there.

Across the street he saw a small shop. But, the visitors are quite crowded. He was looking for another trader. So that he can more quickly provide intake for his little creature.

His steps back slowly. Until he found a merchant with a small cart. He walked closer.

"Mas, order the siomaynya one portion, yes. But, don't be too spicy," he said politely.

"Good, Neng. Please sit down first. Poor little sister in the stomach Eneng will be exhausted."

He smiled at the man selling it. Still young. Same with Reyhan.

"Thank you, Mom," she replied and sat down in a small blue chair.

"My wife is also pregnant like Eneng. And my wife is pregnant with twins" the story of the man called Mas by Nadhira.

Hearing the last sentence of the siomay merchant. Stare sparkles. "Gee... Twins, Mom? I also actually want twins."

"Indeed with that big belly Eneng has never done USG?"

"Rutin really, Mom. It's just that my husband doesn't want to know how many sexes or babies there are. He said let it be a surprise later during childbirth," he said with a big smile.

"Ah... Apparently Eneng's husband was so patient withholding curiosity."

"It looks like it, Mas."

Siomay the order has been delivered. Nadhira ate it so voraciously. Until he forgot that his heart was scratched successfully made him cry.

Just when his siomay's gone. The phone he put in his sash shook for quite a while. A sign there's an incoming call. He immediately reached into the bag beside him. She was stunned as she stared at the screen of the phone that clearly printed her husband's name. Wounds that were forgotten were again painful.

"Why not pick up the phone, Neng?"

The siomay seller's voice managed to distract him. He forced his smile to rise perfectly. However, it still does not look as sweet as usual.

" It's okay, Mom. It's a call from a number I don't know" the lie and immediately pay for the order.

Nadhira returned to his feet. This time he didn't know where to go. Going home? There will be no calmness that is gained. Justeru will only add to the sadness and make his mind erratic. To Mother's house? Moreover. He made sure once there many questions would be thrown at him mercilessly for coming alone. Then where is he? His brain was still thinking hard about where his feet were going carrying his heart wound.

His steps stopped at the side of the road. He looked at the passing vehicle. I don't know what purpose.

His phone vibrated again. He looked up and found the same caller. "What's up, Reyhan?" he said with a question thrown at the phone in front of him.

He turned off his phone. So that he does not find any more calls or just a short message from anyone. He just wants calm.

Far into his mind. "Mikayla," she tweeted and stopped a taxi that happened to pass in front of her.