Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 60

With a bright face twinkle and a fluffy smile adorning the tiny lips that he had polished lipstick he looked at the size of the room in his hand. She imagined how her husband was so greedy to eat the food he would bring now. He tidied up the clothes and hijab that covered his crown. And he definitely stepped into the living room. Meet Mama who is accompanying her sister-in-law to play. Latisha.

"Ma, Nadhira let's go for a while. Want to deliver lunch for Reyhan's sister to the office."

"Yes, Son. Who are you going to the office with ?"

"Nadhira can take a taxi, Ma."

"Don't!" intercept Mama quickly. "Let Mama ask Mr. Amin to drive you."

"But, Nadhira is used to going by taxi, Ma."

"That's it, Ra. If the driver is delivered, it's safer and you're also calmer to let you go."

"All right, Ma." He rested on his father-in-law's edict. Kaena, she also knew that Mama was someone who was hard to deny and rejected her wishes. If you accept the rebuttal, you must go through a great debate first.

"For a while Mama called Mr. Amin in the back. You accompany Latisha here."

He nodded in understanding and approached his sister-in-law.

"What's his sister's brother doing ?"

"Tisha is playing a doll, sister."

"Sister friend Tisha, yes."

"Can. With pleasure, Brother."

While waiting for the arrival of Mama, he chose to accompany his sister-in-law to play. He was happy to enjoy such a short time.

"Sir Amin is waiting for you in the front" cried Mama.

"Oh well, Ma. Nadhira. Assalamu'alaikum." He grabbed Mama's hand and kissed her respectfully. Then it passed from the living room to where Mr. Amin was waiting for him.

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"Thank you very much for delivering Nadhira, sir," he said, bowing his head to Mr. Amin.

"Together, Non. And this has also become my duty."

"I'm going in first, yes, sir."

"Yes, Non. Do I need to wait for Non Nadhira ?"

"No need, sir. You just go home."

"Good, Non."

After Mr. Amin passed from before him. He also sauntered into the large, towering building. She walked to an elevator that she would use to the floor where her husband's room was.

Elevator door opens. A man who had met before. However, he did not remember the name of the man at all.

"Hey! Why just be alone ?"

"Yes. My husband is at work. And I'll see him now."

"Have you forgotten about me, Miss ?"

"sorry. I forgot your name, Sir."

"Call me Bagas. Reyhan already introduced me to you."

"I remember, Sir."

"Are you in a hurry, Mrs Oktara ?"

"No. But, I want to go to my husband's room immediately, sir. Because, it seems like it's time to take a break and have lunch."

"Oh.. Alright. Excuse me."

He nodded and immediately entered the elevator. Pressing the number button corresponding to the floor where her husband's room.

It didn't take long to get to the top floor of the company building where Reyhan worked. He walked out of the elevator and found some employees who were looking at him somehow. Until finally he arrived in front of the reception desk there sat a beautiful woman in polite clothes despite not wearing a hijab like her.

"sorry. Is mom with Miss Aleeana ? Mr Reyhan's wife ?" asked the woman at the reception desk politely and approached Nadhira.

"Yes. I'm Mr. Reyhan's wife. Is Mr Reyhan in his room right now, Ma'am ?"

"Call me by name, ma'am. Rianti."

"Oh yes, Rianti. You also do not call me mother. Just call me by my name. Nadhira's. But, my husband called me by the name Aleeana. So, it's up to you to call me any one." He spoke so familiarly with the woman named Rianti.

"Ah... I feel disrespectful if I just call names. I'd better call you Mommy."

"alright. It's up to you, Rianti."

"Yes, Rianti."

"If Mbak needs something, just ask me. Or is Mama Aleeana going for a walk around the office ? Let me accompany."

He smiles. "No need, Rianti. I will wait for Mr. Reyhan in his room only. You just continue your work."

"Good, Ma'am. Let me take you."

"No need to bother my demgan, Rianti. I can do it myself."

Rianti simply nodded obediently with his boss' wife.

Still with an expanding smile and tightly holding hands contains lunch for the husband. He set foot one step at a time towards Reyhan's room not far from the reception desk. He opened the door of the room and spread his eyes.

He put the bushel he was carrying on the table near the sofa. Then, circled Reyhan's room and stopped in front of her husband's desk. Staring with a cheerful face of old portraits with Reyhan. The portrait is also placed side by side with the wedding photo.

Waiting for Reyhan to finish his meeting. She cleaned and tidied up her husband's messy room.

After cleaning the room. He landed his body on the couch. Rest the body that feels a little sore and stretch the muscles.

"Hi, Honey!"

She turned her gaze towards the open door and raised her husband's burly body. She found a trace of fatigue on her husband's face wrapped in a knotty smile.

"Assalamualaikum, dear," he said as he approached Reyhan. He grabbed Reyhan's hand and kissed him.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, My wife," Reyhan replied and kissed Nadhira on the forehead.

"I kept my promise this morning to you, Brother." She took her husband by the hand and led him to the sofa.

"I made my sister's favorite food," he said, opening the bushel he brought nicely.

"really ?"

"Yes, Honey. Mama who has taught her to cook her favorite food. I hope you like it."

"Whatever you cook I like."

"Start seducing me ?" he said with his eyebrows raised next door.

Reyhan only chuckled back at his wife's question.

"Eat first. I know you're hungry."

"Yes, Honey. I've been hungry ever since I remembered that you'd bring me lunch."

"Sister, enough, yeah."

"Yes, Honey. Ja. You should eat with me too."

"So, I used to eat. I can eat at home."

"No! If you don't want to eat with me. I don't want to eat either" Reyhan threatened.

"OK! I'll eat too."

Reyhan smiled triumphantly. He stared at his wife's clothespin preparing food for him. "We ate a plate together, Al."

She simply replied to her husband with a nod.

With a taste that cannot be expressed. The two newlyweds enjoy a solemn and happy lunch. The two were so greedy to eat the food that Nadhira brought from home to not be left alone.

"It tastes good, honey. If it's like this, I'll make sure I'm more at home than at the office. Even in the office, I'll miss home."

"So don't overdo it like that. Mama's been helping me cook all this cooking."

"Yes, Al. Slowly learn how to cook with Mama."

He nodded.

"Darling, I'll take you home after this. Because I still have work to do. It's okay, isn't it, honey ?"

"of course. On condition that you don't get tired."

"Ready, Princess."

"And don't go home at night" he continued.

"Yes, my dear," Reyhan replied with anxiety and pinched his wife's cheek.

Somehow this time Nadhira was not angry when her cheeks were pinched. In fact, she laughed so much in front of her husband.