Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 38

“Mother, can sister help Bi Lastri clean dirty dishes and kitchen ?” asked Nadhira shyly.

Prayudha's extended family were throwing glances at each other. Because, it is not usually Nadhira behaves like that.

“Oh... Of course you can, dear,” reply Mother.

“Say ?” call Reyhan with a sweet smile.

“Awhile, yes. I helped Bi Lastri in the kitchen first,” she said and stroked; gentled Reyhan's hair.

“Iya, Darling.” Reyhan gave his wife the best smile. Brushed the back of Nadhira's smooth white hand.

Nadhira followed Bi Lastri to the kitchen to help clean the dirty dishes that were neatly stacked in the sink.

“Bi, let me take care of everything. Aunt rest only.”

Bi Lastri gawked at the attitude of his employer's son.

“But, Non. This has become the job of Aunt.”

“It's okay, Bi. Let me help Auntie today, yes. Besides, I will rarely visit here.”

“Is it really okay, Non ?” bi Lastri asked to make sure.

“Iya, Bi. I've asked permission from Mommy.”

“Alright, Non. Thank you for helping Auntie,” said Bibi with a smile to decorate her old face and wrinkles.

“Same-sama, Bi. Aunt rest.”

“Aunt excuse me, yes, Non.”

He nodded with a smile.

Nadhira began his activity of cleaning dirty dishes and cleaning the kitchen that is still a little messy. He does it very slowly. Because, he is not used to doing something related to the kitchen. Call it the first time he's done that. His hands are more deft working with laptops or other stationery.

“Huffttt!” He breathed a sigh of relief after finishing his work well even though it was very slow.

“Say ?” Reyhan suddenly came and hugged her from behind which success made her jump in shock.

“Astaghfirullah. Jeez, Sis. Brother just surprised me,” he said by stroking his chest.

“Sorry, yes.”

He smiles.

“You're done cleaning everything up, Darling ?”

“Already. Brother can see for myself my work,” he said proudly.

“Capek no ?”

“Hmmm.. passable.”

Reyhan changed Nadhira's position to face him.

“Al ?”

“Hmmm.”

“Can I ask you something ?”

“Of course you can, darling,” he said and hooked both his hands around Reyhan's neck. Then, Reyhan replied with both hands wrapped around his stomach.

“I want to enjoy your homemade food or drink, Al,” pinta Reyhan tease her.

“Bby. But, I can only make fruit juice. How ?”

“Anything. As long as you make it.”

“But, how can I make it if brother doesn't let go of the hug on my body ?”

“Oh... Yes.” Reyhan chuckled and took off a hug on his wife's body.

“Wait here.” Nadhira leads Reyhan to a dining table in the kitchen.

“I'll make my favorite fruit juice for sister.”

Reyhan nodded.

“Sit sweetly, My husband,” whispers spoiled. Reyhan smiled happily.

He walked to the two-door refrigerator. Looking at the fruit supplies that still exist in the kitchen that became the experimental room Mother made new dishes.

“Thank God there are many.” He smiled cheerfully at the row of fresh strawberries neatly arranged in the refrigerator. Take some large fruits and wash them until they are believed to be completely clean.

“You are sweet or ordinary, Brother ?”

“Obviously, Darling,” replies to Reyhan without shifting his focus away from the phone that was in his hand.

“Sorry. I can only make this. But, next time I will learn to cook with Mama and occasionally with Mommy.”

“Iya, Say...” Reyhan's greeting depends.

His eyes did not blink staring at the fresh juice Nadhira was serving for him. Because Reyhan can not consume strawberries even in any form. Because, it will cause the pain back to attack.

“Why, Brother ? Do you like strawberry juice ? If so, let me make another juice.”

Reyhan looked at his wife. He really did not have the heart and hearty if he did not drink the juice that his wife was laboriously made.

“Oh. Sister likes,” she said lying.

Reyhan grabbed the glass containing fresh juice placed on the table hesitantly. He swallowed his saliva. Think hard.

“Ah. Didn't want to make her smile fade,” thought Reyhan.

“Bismillah,” Reyhan whispered.

Just when Reyhan's lips touched the lip of the glass filled with fresh juice. Bara suddenly came and grabbed a glass in Reyhan's hand. Then, sip until the juice toilet.

“Hah ? Brother!” peekit Nadhira's. He was angry with the behavior.

“Oh.. sorry, Dik. Brother was too thirsty and very tempted to see that fresh juice,” Bara replied without sin.

“But, not also by seizing like that. Sister can still make another for Abang.”

Reyhan was only silent to watch the debate between the two brothers. A little relieved. Because, feeling saved by the behavior of Bara. Even Reyhan is convinced that Bara deliberately snatched the juice from his hand. Because, Bara knew very well he could not consume strawberries.

On the other hand, Reyhan thought about how his wife felt.

“Iya. Brother is sorry. After all, sister makes what can not be reduced.”.

“Tak why, Darling. You can still make another for me,” Reyhan said cutting Bara's speech. He is not ready if Nadhira should know the real situation.

Bara looked at Reyhan confusedly. And just followed with a slow coil. However, Bara is quite familiar with the code given by his brother-in-law and his best friend.

“Can't what Brother meant ?” search Nadhira.

“Darling, you don't want to make another big brother juice ?” Reyhan immediately shifted his wife's focus.

“Huh... well,” pass.

“Let you know my favorite juice. And will often make it for me later. I love apple juice, honey. So, you just make that one, yes,” Reyhan explained at length.

“Can Brother also request to be made, Dik ?” fashion Bara.

“Cannot! Ask to make it the same Bi Lastri,” reply upset with lips that add a few inches from the original place.

“In addition, Brother had drunk the juice that sister made for Kak Reyhan,” he continued while peeling the apple that he had just taken from the refrigerator.

Reyhan and Bara just chuckled at Nadhira's childish behavior.

“Dik, peel the fruit do not while angry. Later, luk...”.

Before I finish his speech. Nadhira's voice was heard first.

“Aww...” ringisnya while stopping its activities.

“Aleea ?” Reyhan approached Nadhira. He saw fresh blood flowing from his wife's fingers.

“Tuh, Brother said also what, Dik,” firmly Bara a little worried.

“Abang who has been’ku to hurt,” he snapped annoyed.“Why is it ?”

“Iya Brother,” sungutu.

“Honey, already, yes. The wound was cleaned first.”

“But, this..”.

“Honey, listen to me!” reyhan said by pressing every word spoken.

Nadhira.

“I treat your wound, yes, Darling.”

Nadhira just nodded and followed her husband's words.

Reyhan meticulously cleaned and treated the wound on his wife's hand.

“Already, Al. Next time be careful, yes.”

Nadhira nodded again.

“Get well, darling,” said Reyhan kissing Nadhira's wound.