Dusk (And Taste)
Chapter 87

On her beautiful eyelids had formed a puddle after hearing the chant of prayer from Reyhan's red lips. Soon or anytime ready to hit his defensive wall. So that it bursts and flows through her beautiful cheeks.

His hand clasped tightly onto Reyhan's hand which was in his stomach. Every now and then he looked at Reyhan's stern face which always showed a smile. He was calm and felt calm looking at it.

"Why look at me like that, Aleea ?"

He shook his head. Tears that were initially still inundated koni spilled without being in command.

"Darling ? Why are you crying ?" Reyhan led him up and grabbed him.

"Something hurts, honey ? Or do you want something ?"

"No. I was just overwhelmed to hear my sister's shalawat. And I'm happy. Now God has sent our do'a."

Reyhan smiled. His hand slowly stroked the long hair of his wife who was not covered with hijab as usual.

"I want to go home."

"Lho, we're home, baby."

"I mean go home to Mama's. I can't wait to tell him. I can't wait to see her happy face."

"Let's go home in the afternoon, yeah, honey."

He nodded.

"You're not craving anything right now, Al ?"

"No. But, I want to take a break in my brother's arms."

Reyhan chuckles. "My wife's getting spoiled, yeah, now."

Reyhan laid his body. He spread his hand as a gesture to his wife. "Come here! Sleep in my arms."

She quickly followed her husband's words.

"Now sleep."

He closed his eyes. His sleep was accompanied by a chant of shalawat that Reyhan continued to recite for him while gently stroking his flat stomach until it was far anchored to dreamland.

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The door to his room was slowly knocked. Sayup-sayup he heard the voice of Mother calling his name.

She slowly got up so as not to disturb her husband's sleep. He walked to the door and opened it.

"Mother make banana cake for you. Eat with Reyhan."

"Thank you very much, Mother. Brother will eat it later if Brother Reyhan is awake."

"Yes, Honey. Take care of your health and also your first grandchild, yes, son."

"Sure, Mother."

"Mother the room first."

He nodded and closed the door of his room tightly.

She sat looking at the calm face of her husband who was sleeping in his sleep. His fingers ran around Reyhan's face. His smile expanded as Reyhan made light movements due to his behavior.

The stomach, which was full of food, suddenly sounded. Worms who live thrashing ask for rations.

He stared at the banana cake that had not been touched by it. His gaze turned to Reyhan's face. Her desire to eat with her husband.

"Not awake." He shook Reyhan's body until he woke up.

"Why, dear ?" reyhan asked with a distinctive hoarse voice of waking up.

"I'm hungry" he said shyly.

Reyhan chuckled at her. "What do you want to eat, honey ?"

"That's," the lyrics are with the tail of the eye on a plate of banana cake made by Mother. "Mother's already made a banana cake."

"Eat, Al."

"I want to eat with you."

Reyhan got up and sat facing his wife. Reyhan took the plate containing the cake from the table.

"Open your mouth. Let me feed my beautiful wife."

He smiled and followed what Reyhan told him.

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"Mother, sister go home first. I'll come back here again." He hugged the body of the elderly Mother.

"Yes, Son. All right there, yeah. Keep health. The diet should be regular. Remember, now there's a creature that you have to look after here." Mother stroked the stomach of her daughter gently.

He kissed Mother's hand and Reyhan followed.

"Mother Nadhira, yes, Reyhan."

"Yes, Mother."

He stepped his foot firmly beside Reyhan. Walk towards a car that has been parked neatly and will take him to leave the house he occupied since childhood.

He looked back for a moment. In the direction of Mother who has not yet stood from the doorway. Eyes glazed.

Reyhan who understood his wife immediately embraced his small body. "We'll visit here often, Al. Don't be sad."

He nodded. Entering the car after it was opened by Reyhan.

His gaze did not change the scenery outside the car window. Staring at the building that stood firm and filled with fond memories of his childhood.

"Dear." Reyhan stroked his shoulders slowly. "We're leaving now, yeah."

He looked and smiled.

Slowly Reyhan's luxury car drove up and left the courtyard of the mansion. Penetrate slow city streets that are still crowded with drivers.

He leaned his head against the window of the car. His eyes did not move from outside the window.

"Sister, I want that" he said suddenly.

Reyhan immediately pulled the car over. "What do you want, honey ?"

"I want to run across the street there."

"But, Honey. Such roadside snacks are not good for your health. Especially now that you are young pregnant. You should eat healthy and hygienic food."

"This is not my wish, brother. But, our son's wish." She smiled seductively.

Reyhan was defeated. "The way is now that you've used such an innocent weapon makes me do nothing but obey you, Al."

He smiled triumphantly.

"Don't be happy just yet. This time you won. Next time won't, yeah." Reyhan scrambled a long headscarf that covered her beautiful crown.

"Sister! I told you not to scramble my hijab. I don't like it!" snapped because of annoyance. His gaze was sharp towards Reyhan.

"alright. I'm sorry. And don't look at me like that. You kind of want to pounce on me, Al," Reyhan teased.

He's getting pissed. He threw his eyes out the window.

"Darling, wait here, yeah. I'm gonna go downstairs and buy you a rut."

"Himme. I don't want that anymore. I want to go home."

"Lho, why did it change so fast, honey ?"

He refused to answer Reyhan's question.

"Darling ? You're mad at me ?"

He still doesn't flinch.

"Aleea ?"

"I want to go home!" snapped it. Sharp look. Her tears shed for a moment.

Reyhan could no longer do anything but follow his wife's wishes. "alright. We're going home now. But answer my question first. Why are you crying ?"

He simply shook his head and wiped away the tears using the back of his hand violently.

Reyhan pulled his body slowly. He was full of warmth and affection. "Don't cry anymore, honey. I'm sorry I upset you".

He nodded and returned Reyhan's embrace.

"We're going home now, honey ?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Are you not wanting that anymore ?" reyhan asked with a hand pointing towards the streetcar across the street.

"Yes. I'll do it myself at home with my mom. But, brother get me a young mango first."

Reyhan's eyebrows shot up next to. "Where am I supposed to find young mangoes for you, Al ? Besides, it's also late at night."

"Where," he answered lightly.

"But, I really don't know where to look, Al."

"I don't want to know, Brother."

"alright. Now let's go home first. After that I'll get a young mango for you," resigned Reyhan so that there is no debate and new drama song.