Sacred In Stain
Bali

Chapters 124. Bali

Space is half full. It was only in the eastern sky that it began to faintly light up. The round lights in the side garden are still on, giving a warm illumination of shahdu pus, feels peaceful blending the splashing pool water with a fresh aroma of blooming flowers.

Yudhis was fiddling with his cell phone while enjoying a coffee latte made by his wife after returning from the mosque after the congregational dawn prayers. Still wearing clothes koko maroon color complete with sarong and pecinya.

He sat in a side garden chair accompanied by Khalisa who brought him a plate of homemade fried Sukun, which is one of the man's favorite snacks dimpled single cheek.

“The fastest ticket schedule to Bali that is still available for today is just a flight above one o'clock in the afternoon. I was trying to find a morning flight ticket, but everything was sold out. Though I have promised you we leave early in the morning,” said Yudhis, somewhat complaining, his eyes and fingers are still focused on the phone screen.

Khalisa who was sipping a warm jasmine tea that had been mixed with a spoonful of honey, put a glass and touched the arm of Yudhis.

“Siang is also nothing, Bang. Any hour is no problem. We can leave after Abang salat Jum’at,” suhut Khalisa soft soothing, want to try to reduce the anxiety of his brother. The more days he became aware of when Judhis was restless, sad or happy.

“Do you really do not anything we leave in the afternoon?”

“Iya, really. It's even better. So we can shop first. Doesn't Papi really like souvenir food typical of Bandung? Also, when visiting the home of parents should bring the fruit of the hand, as a sign of affection. I know your parents are more than capable if they just want to eat such souvenirs, but supposedly he said, when his son brought you, the parents felt happier. Feeling noticed,” said Khalisa, connecting his sentence enthusiastically.

“Haish, Papi must be big head and bragging to his relatives if he knows his son-in-law is very attentive,” Yudhis said while rubbing his nose, while Khalisa giggled amusedly.

“Akh my wife is besides beautiful and always fun when her husband looks at her, it turns out smart is also wise. Plus smart in bed, complete package,” seductive Yudhis who deliberately whispered so close, his warm breath elbowed Khalisa's ears covered in hijab.

“Ih, Brother! Why is it so perverted now?” gerutu Khalisa grumbled, embarrassed to be tempted so.

And it's a fact. Since knowing the sweet honey of heaven in the real world, every night Yudhis almost never absent to hook his beautiful wife. Of course not just venting lust, but fulfilling the inner and physical living in the caress of love-studded puja. Understandably, still in the days of the newlyweds, who each close to each other want him to continue making out.

“But my pervert is halal. Just react with you,” reply Yudhis grinned ignorantly, while pinching Khalisa's chin. “You can buy souvenirs directly to the store outlet or via text between?”

“Buy to his shop only, Bang. Let me choose directly. Must choose the best, which is still new and fresh,” said Khalisa enthusiast.

Yudhis unceasingly carved out a silent laugh, revealing a neat row of white teeth and occasionally folding lips. The actions of Khalisa's horn were dizzy since they sat on the plane's bench until now while flying above the clouds, also how enthusiastic Khalisa who was amazed to see a wisp of soft white clouds clean on the expanse of blue sky outside the window, inviting incessant propagation similar to tickle in the belly of Yudhis.

Even Yudhis had to hold back from being broken up earlier, Khalisa almost clapped like a child when the plane took off, only Khalisa quickly responded to the situation and quickly took control. It was a bit tacky, very obvious new to board a plane, but Yudhis understood and precisely the innocent side of Khalisa that always succeeded in making Yudhis anxious himself.

“You like to board a plane?”

“Like, Bang. But deg-degan,” great-granddaughter Khalisa was happy, then embraced the heavy arms of Yudhis, leaned on her husband's shoulder and turned her eyes back out the window. “Deg-degan flying above the clouds, same deg-degan want to meet Afkar.”

After nearly two hours of flying over the clouds, the plane carrying Yudhis and Khalisa landed at Bali's Ngurah Rai Airport. Two black Audi drivers were waiting in the airport parking area, picking up on the orders of Maharani and Barata.

The luxury car drove the two of them towards the address of Barata and Maharani's house. Khalisa's chest rumbled undeterred as the car entered a large, high-fenced area with neat rows of beautiful palm trees around it.

The large area with the villa building in the middle of it was the residence of Yudhis parents. Narrating his inferiority again to the surface, watching with his own eyes and head the luxury and wealth of the Yudhistira Lazuardi family. It is fitting that Shafa had once said that he was not worth the match with Yudhis, making Khalisa feel he was very small now.

The high steel fence surrounding the vast land was sealed back by one of the ARTs working in the Maharani and Barata villas. Khalisa's circling the view out the window. So vast even from the gate to reach the garage feels the length of the journey for Khalisa.

In Khalisa's mind, Yudhis house in Bandung has been sprawling and luxurious. And this time the one he wanted to accompany was not just a luxury, but a palace. His guts and self-confidence shriveled, as the two hands that were clinging to each other in the lap, escaping from the unrest.

“Yuk, down.” Yudhis reached out, bowing in front of the open car door. Interrupting and inviting down because since then Khalisa even fun stunned after the vehicle they were riding neatly parked in the garage.

“Tu-down, yes?” Khalisa parroted unconvinced, wailing uncomfortably to observe the large two-story building on the right side.

He suddenly remembered the memories of Wulan's welcome back when he was brought home by Dion after the wedding ceremony at KUA was completed. The welcome is far from friendly. Although his head exclaimed that Barata and Maharani were not as dwarf-minded as his in-laws used to be, it was still a form of trauma from the bad scratches of the past that pestered his heart and mind. Remaining haunted by fear, it speculated the possible attitudes of the two Yudhis parents who might not be as friendly as when they met in Bandung. Concerns stemming from his own trauma.

“Iya. The time away from coming to Bali you even feel at home in the car. If you feel at home in my room is not a problem?” kekeh Yudhis joked, who can actually read the anxiety of Khalisa's facial water. “Afkar must have been waiting, let's go down.”

Seriate.