Sacred In Stain
Picking Fruit

Chapters 127. Picking Fruit

Retreating to a time a few hours earlier, on the Island of the Gods, Khalisa's mood was at odds with that of her ex-husband. Khalisa was having fun, warmly welcomed by his in-laws and treated like a precious princess, held in high esteem and considered equal. Even Maharani made Balinese cakes to welcome him, a form of attention that is very special for Khalisa.

Khalisa and Dion both began to reap the seeds that were once sown. It's just that the fruit picked is inversely proportional to one hundred and eighty degrees of its kind. One picked the refreshing sweet fruit, while the other harvested the thorny bitter fruit.

“So, this is Brother's room?” khalisa asked, amazed to observe the entire corner of a vast contest room he had just entered on the second floor.

“Iya, this is my room at Mami's and Papi's house.”

Khalisa was amazed with his gaping mouth. This room is three times the size of the main room of Yudhis house in Bandung. Equipped with luxury furniture that he had just seen this time, which he had only ever seen through television in home tour events villas owned by artists.

“The room is huge. Even the bathroom is very spacious,” great-grandson Khalisa when pushing a wooden door like a closet that turns out to be directly connected to the bathroom.

“You shower now?” bargain Yudhis.

“It looks like yes, I'm quite sweaty today. If you wait for night missi get stickier.”

“Mandi together?” goda Yudhis flirtatious. Blink one of his eyes.

“Abang!” khalisa protest blushed.

“Or, want bobo first?” Yudhis raised his chin towards the large bed in the middle of his spacious room. Embracing Khalisa's waist.

“Ish, why did his mind go there only! It's still afternoon!” he said fierce, as well as embarrassed. Returning his body away, afraid of being pounced at this time, which honestly Khalisa lack confidence because he had not washed his body, making Yudhis was blown until his back shook.

“Be calm. Clean towels and all the new shower stalls are all in the bathroom.”

“Still, Bang. I'm going to take a bath while waiting for Afkar to come home.”

“Scented temple yes, My wife,” she said meaningfully before Khalisa closed the bathroom door.

*****

On the balcony terrace of his room on the second floor of the palace-bed residence, Yudhis paced back and forth unsettled, drawing and breathing harshly, while Khalisa was taking a bath to refresh himself after crossing the ocean while waiting for the baby to return.

Afkar still did not return home, while the afternoon began to wave hinting goodbye. Yudhis checked his watch over and over again, with a fretful look toward the gate.

“Why Papi still hasn't come home,” lamented, massaging the base of his throbbing nose as a result of anxiety.

Unsettling unrest in that second also when he heard it was Erlangga who was guarding Afkar at the golf course, away from the supervision of his mother. It was just that Yudhis was trying to hide his unease in front of Khalisa.

Not without reason the handsome black-haired bushy a little bumpy it looks troubled, considering his relationship with the sister is still in a phase of tension although not as fussy as before, the result of misunderstandings, prejudices, and, jealousy and provocation of relatives, Yudhis feared that Erlangga's dislike of him was vented on Afkar who knew nothing. Although not a biological child, Afkar is now his son, part of his life, related to him, bound in a relationship called family after he married Khalisa.

Seeing the jeep used by Barata golf entering the gate of the house, Yudhis darted down, running around impatiently. His feet treading on the yard coincided with Barata who got down from the car while laughing happily at the presence of the eldest. Yudhis kissed the back of Barata's hand first, not forgetting to say hello.

“Why play golf until a really late afternoon, Pi? It's almost Magrib. Papi must take care of health, do not be too tired.”

“Golf was done an hour ago, but Papi's colleague from Banjarmasin asked to be escorted to buy delicious jinggo rice with sate lilit. I used to go to a few places. Papi also buy local fruits here directly from his garden, to entertain the children and daughter-in-law of Papi who visited here,” said Barata semringah, who then asked the driver to bring down the fruits he bought.

“Terus, which Afkar? Didn't Afkar go with Papi?” Yudhis asked as he rolled his gaze at the inside of the car through the open door of the vehicle. There is no Afkar in it, just filled with bags of groceries that fill the middle of the car.

“Afkar and Erlangga. Arrive soon. Earlier Papi was worried Afkar was bored, so Erlangga deliberately brought his own car in case Afkar suddenly wanted to go home,” replied Barata, making Yudhis gulp restless. “That's it.” Barata spliced his sentence, pointing to the luxurious sports car that had just entered the garage.

The sports car was parked sweetly not far from the Barata vehicle stopped. Before long, a handsome young man with straight hair just like Barata, got down holding Afkar while carrying two packs of cotton candy, joking with laughter. Yudhis stepped wide, and Afkar who saw who the approaching figure immediately pranced happily.

“Om Papa!” shouting happily. Jumping cheerfully in the sling of Erlangga.

“Gantengnya Papa,” said Yudhis relieved, seeing the cute boy is fine.

“Eh, dad. Pappah, butan Om Papa yes, Abah,” his speech is funny, inviting laughter Barata also Erlangga who looks to fold his lips firmly, resisting the urge to laugh who wants to divorce, crushed the prestige of young blood of young people.

Yudhis immediately scooped up Afkar when the boy leaned over to be carried. The look on his face still implied anticipation for the younger brother. And Erlangga's reaction was similar, looking tense.

“Pipi Round. Here, the cotton candy.” Erlangga handed Afkar two packs of cotton candy, clumsy, the corner of his eyes stole a look of gloating at Yudhis.

“Cloak Om danteng,” great-grandson Afkar, tilting his head happily to the right and to the left. Invites Erlangga's smile which is very rarely seen to spread to the surface.

“Still, Ga. Already take care of Afkar,” said Yudhis who only answered a slight nod by Erlangga. And the straight-haired young man hurriedly passed into the house.

“Come in, this hour the wind outside is tight.” Barata invited Yudhis in, and they stepped in together.

Seriate.