Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 23

“Kak, I want to eat there.” Nadhira shouted while pointing at a food cafe on the side of the road.

“You sure ?” Reyhan asked doubtful of his wife's wishes.

“Iya, Brother.”

“Pak, stop there, yes.” Reyhan said to the taxi driver who delivered them while pointing to the food stall that Nadhira intended.

The taxi they use stops right in front of a simple food stall with very crowded visitors.

Reyhan came out first then opened the door for Nadhira. Reyhan handed over a hundred thousand bills to the taxi driver, who was about fifty years old.

“The return was taken, Sir,” Reyhan said when he saw the driver reach into his pocket to collect the change for Reyhan.

“Thank you very much, Mas, Ma'am. May Allah repay the kindness of both of you with a better one.”

“Aamiin!” Reyhan and Nadhira mariainkan do’a Pak Driver together.

Reyhan rubbed Nadhira's hand tightly. As if he was afraid that his wife would go far away from him.

“What do you want to eat ?” reyhan asked as he continued to circulate his gaze looking for an empty seat.

“Sit there yuk, Dik!” Reyhan pointed to the chair that had just been left by another buyer who seemed to have finished eating. It was in the corner of the shop.

Reyhan pulled out a chair to let Nadhira sit down. After that, he sat in a chair facing his wife.

“So I asked you what you want to eat has not been answered.”

“You answered also is the brother who said he did not use pause.”

“Hee yes. Yes, you want to eat, baby ?” He said and gently stroked the back of Nadhira's hand.

“Mmmmm.” Nadhira tapped his forehead with his index finger. Trying to figure out what to order for dinner.

Reyhan propped up his chin with his hands. Watching the expression of the pink-thorched girl sitting before him.

“Why see me so much ?”

“Emang can't I look at my own wife ?”

“I want to eat that, Brother!” Nadhira cried suddenly without caring for Reyhan's question.

Nadhira pointed to the food brought by a man with an age that seemed to be quite old. Judging from his face that was decorated with wrinkles and his hair that began to whiten.

Reyhan followed the direction pointed by Nadhira.

“Oh it's called Gado-gado, Dik. You want to eat that ?”

“Iya. I'm gonna eat Gado-gado. Looks really good.”

“Yes I ordered it first, yes.”

“Ready, Mr Boss!” nadhira said while displaying a row of teeth that are arranged so neatly.

Reyhan was so anxious to see his wife's behavior.

“Cock funny this sister's wife anyway. Hemmm.” Reyhan said then scrambled Nadhira's hijab.

“Kakak don't get fucked gini dong hijab me. Later mess.”

Nadhira pursed his lips bitterly with Reyhan's behavior which was referred to as his new hobby.

“Eh can not frown so dong, Dik.”

“Abis sister anyway likes random-acakin hijab I gini.” Nadhira said while tidying up her hijab that looks a little messy due to the actions of her husband.

“Kan is my new hobby. Hee.”

“Ohh. Big brother's new hobby also seems to be procrastinating on eating me, huh ?” Sindir Nadhira to Reyhan.

Reyhan knitted his two eyebrows together. Showing an expression of not understanding.

“Propay yes, Worm. I think we should wait a little longer until the big boss realizes that we need intake now.”

Nadhira stroked his stomach while talking to the worms who had started screaming for his dinner rations.

Reyhan patted his head after understanding the direction Nadhira spoke earlier.

“Sorry, Dik. I forgot to order food. Abis you really do not know anyway.”

“Still to be postponed again this story ?”

“Iya yes. Now I order. You wait here. Don't go anywhere.”

Reyhan rushed to the food reservation. Nadhira felt funny to see the behavior of the man who is now her husband.

Nadhira smilingly looked at Reyhan's back who stood beside the stall owners. He pointed to the direction where he was sitting. Looks like Reyhan is telling me where the food will be delivered.

“Wait a minute, Dik. Tell the worms the food will come soon. So be a little more patient.” joked Reyhan after returning to his seat.

Nadhira only laughed lightly in response to her husband's joke.

A middle-aged father Nadhira saw standing near the cart with her husband had come to deliver food and drinks that had been ordered by Reyhan. Put it carefully on the table.

“Good to enjoy the food, Mas, Mbak.”

“Thanks, Sir.” Reyhan said, while Nadhira just threw a distinctive smile of hers at the Father.

“His sister yes, Mas ? Beautiful once.” Said the owner of the stall whose name is known from a board attached to the wall of the stall. His name is Pak Ahyar.

“Not, Sir. This is my wife. Yes, Sir. She is beautiful.”

Reyhan clasped Nadhira's hand on the table. Nadhira smiled faintly at her husband's words.

“Bapak could have.” Reply Nadhira shyly.

“Have a long marriage ?”

“Newly this morning legit, Mr.” Answer Reyhan.

“Walahh.. newlyweds turned out. Again the angles are yes, Mas.”

“Iya, Sir. Hee.”

“May soon be given a daycare in the form of children who pray and pray with Gusti Allah yes, Mas, Mbak.”

“Aamiin. Thanks, Mr.”

“Please eat the food. I want to continue working first. Enjoy it, Mom, Ma. Excuse me.”

Mr. Ahyar passed from in front of Nadhira and Reyhan.

“That you will see for yourself. Gentlemen praise your beauty. Especially the younger ones.” Reyhan put on a pouty face.

“The father is funny, Brother.”

“Oh.. so you are equally praised by Mr who just ?”

“Loh, who said I was smiling who the hell was it ? I'm just saying dad's funny.”

“Funny what try ?”

“So I thought I was his sister. I am sister's wife. This is an older brother or I'm a little one, yes ?”

“Nah. Now instead you say I'm old.”

“Hahaha.” Nadhira's laughter came off instantly.

“Eits.. ketawanya do not dong, Dik. Later seen people.”

“Iya deh sorry.”

“Tomorrow now eat first. Kasian tuh wormnya on demo all.”

Reyhan and Nadhira eat in silence. None of them opened their voices. Habits that their families have always instilled long ago.

Reyhan finished his meal first. He looked at his wife who was focusing on her food carefully.

“So don't look at me so dong.”

“If you eat do not while talking, Dik. Not good.”

Nadhira. He refocused on finishing his food up the toilet.

“You added ?” ask Reyhan.

“Ngak, Sis. I was full. The worms are already at peace nih.” Nadhira pointed at his stomach.

Reyhan gave Nadhira a glass of orange juice. However, Nadhira just stared at the glass that was still in Reyhan's grasp.

“Why, Dik ?”

“Mmm.. It's okay, Brother.” Nadhira picked up the glass filled with orange juice Reyhan gave away hesitantly.

“How is this ? I'm allergic to oranges. The allergy is acute again. If I drink this juice, I may be vomiting for a long time. Aduuhh.” Nadhira's whispers in his heart.

“Dik ?”

Reyhan breaks Nadhira's daydreams.

“You want to see the juice ? Drink dong, Dik.”

“Ii.iiya, Sister.”

Nadhira drank the juice until it was gone. She felt bad for Reyhan if she had to refuse to drink the juice her husband ordered.

“After this you are going where else ?”

“We go straight back, Brother. I still feel tired. Need rest.”

“You really want to take a break?”

“Iya. Why else ?”

“The first night was postponed nih ?” Reyhan rolled his eyes teasing Nadhira.

“Ihhh brother what the hell.”

“Hahaha. Yes, we are back now.”

Reyhan and Nadhira walked away from the table they had occupied to eat.

“Wait for sister to pay first, yes.”

Reyhan paid for the food and drink he ordered.

“Thank you, Mom. Don't get bored to eat here again with his wife.” Said Mr. Ahyar.

“In Allah, Sir. If there was a time we stopped by here again.”

Reyhan and Nadhira left the Pak Ahyar stall for the hotel in a taxi.

___To Be Continued__