Night Destiny
Getting Closer

"While we learn, we also reproduce!."

"Ka!!," said Salsa.

Azka laughed, "You're always sensitive when it comes to bed relations. Wh why? Ashamed?."

Why Azka asked, the answer is of course yes. "You always say that easily. Don't you, you talk about it often? Aren't you?."

Azka's face looked irritated, "Do I look like that? I'm just like this with you? What's wrong with discussing this with my own wife?."

"I'm ashamed, Ka. Also difficult."

"Ish, you and I are not teenagers who are new to reproductive issues. So you have to get used to it" Azka replied casually

"Why are we even talking about this, try it?."

"Because it's going to be our routine going forward. Love, care, trust and mutual understanding alone are not enough to build a household. Biological problems are also important."

Salsa looked at her husband with a difficult look,

"Why look at me like that?."

"I just realized one thing."

"What?" asked Azka curiously.

"You pervert!."

Azka's laughter broke, she looked at her wife who was staring at her confusedly. "I am thankful that you were sent by God to be with me."

"Why?."

"Because now, I'm becoming more what I am. Never joke, talk I'm always formal even though it's casual."

"That means you, stiff!."

"You could say so. Even I was insensitive to my surroundings, that's why Saga understood the situation better than me."

"Hm, but now it looks like you're more sensitive!."

"You realized?."

"It's clear" Salsa replied.

"That's because I care," Azka stared fixedly at Salsa. "You are the center of my world now. And whatever it is about you, no matter how small, I always pay attention to it."

"Ka ...."

"I once misinterpreted my love for Salwa. But I didn't misinterpret my feelings for you. I love you, Sal. I loved you even from the beginning of our meeting."

"I love you too, Ka. I don't know since when, I don't know either. Obviously, I I feel good to be around you. I'm afraid I'm far from you. Isn't that love?."

Azka smiled, she hugged her wife again. His love does not clap one hand, his love is reciprocated because Salsa also loves him.

"We'll be happy, I promise. Whatever storm hits us later, I ask that you always hold fast to our love. Grasping this hand firmly without ever being let go."

"I promise."

Both men enjoyed their time. Get to know and get to know each other better.

They are currently in the room. Salsa leaned her head against Azka's field. Hugging each other channeled affection that increasingly thrives in each other's hearts.

"Sal, have you made peace with your heart?."

Salsa looked up, then looked at her husband. Not answering Azka's question, Salsa's hand was stretched gently rubbing the handsome face of the husband. Azka closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle touch of his wife's hand.

"Wrong if I haven't been able to make full peace with reality, Ka? I'm an ordinary man, I can tell our son's departure, but I can't forget how to go."

Azka shook her head, "Human if you are hurt by the passing of our son, Sal. Losing half a soul, especially for a mother-to-be. The pain is certainly incredible. You look strong from the outside. But I'm sure your wounds are still very open. Moreover, you are disappointed that your own Papa indirectly made him leave."

"By Allah I am sincere in his passing, Ka. I'm just confused what to do. My real parents are your former fiancee's parents. I am Salwa's brother. How should I behave in front of him? and I know he's still expecting you. I even look like a cruel brother for seizing my own sister's happiness."

Azka wiped away the tears that flowed on his wife's cheeks, "You did not seize anyone's happiness. It all happened because I misinterpreted my feelings. Salwa was stubborn, she would not give up so easily. But trust me, everything will be fine. I'll make sure she doesn't disturb our household. If you want to meet your parents, I'll take you to them. Because they are you in this world. You must have missed them a long time ago, right?."

Salsa nodded slowly, "I'll ask your opinion first."

"How about tomorrow we visit the parlour. You must miss Mommy and the kids, right?."

Salsa's eyes sparkled, "You're serious?."

"Of course."

"Thank you, Ka."

Azka nudged Salsa's forehead, "Why are you touching me?."

"Can you change your call to me, baby?."

Salsa smiled, she should not call her husband by name alone. "All right, so what should I call you?."

"Whatever you like."

"Mass?."

Azka nodded, "May as well. But I'd rather you call me, honey."