Sacred In Stain
Honey and Poison

Chapters 18. Honey and Poison

The Adhan of Magrib was about five minutes ago when Yudhis arrived at his residence. Screaming as soon as he got off his vehicle, about to clean up as quickly as possible and then perform the Magrib prayer.

The residence is, a one-story building painted gray combined with a minimalist white style that is not too large. It covers about four hundred meters of total land area when measured by the garage and mini-sized garden on the side.

Not a luxury house, more in the category of middle class occupancy, but aesthetic, harmonious, clean and neat. The facilities in it are also fairly complete for a bachelor, although not as complete as his parents' residence in Bali, which stands on a land of a thousand meters with a building area of approximately twice that of this house and two floors.

After completing his five-time obligation, Yudhis went to the dinner table and quickly filled his hungry stomach with food he bought from the fast food thru drive, because after that he intended to go to the house of Ghaisan.

In the midst of his food chewing, Yudhis was glued for a moment to the wrapping of food he was eating, remembering the cute boy who called the packaging a toy.

“Indeed this wrapper is very cute and attractive for kids?” he muttered, palpating the surface along with his two lips raised upwards carving a crescent moon.

A pinch of unusual flavor seeped into the chest, putting the newly-eaten burger in half. At first it felt funny, but suddenly his throat was stuck, his chest was joined as well.

“Didn't his mother have enough money to buy toys that are worth her child? To the extent that the boy was so possessive just on a piece of cardboard food that was naturally thrown into the trash,” he himself said, sounding sad, feeling concerned.

“Where is her husband? Twice accidentally met, the young woman wandered alone with her son. Is she a single mother? Could she be pregnant out of wedlock so that in her young age already had a toddler?” ask him on the empty air that filled the room, invisible objects that only mute can not give an answer.

Various prejudices suddenly lingered in his head. However, his daydreams ran out as soon as the cell phone in his room rang loudly, who else would have called if not Ghaisan.

*****

“Today Mas Dion came home, what am I cooking for dinner? Welcome him home.”

The joy was clearly reflected on Khalisa's face, from waking up until noon incessantly carved a smile. The entire house from the terrace to the kitchen has been cleaned until shiny. The clothes were already neatly ironed. The sheets in his room were replaced with clean ones, not to forget the new ruffle negligee given Windy had been washed this morning and ironed so dry, to be used later in the afternoon.

Opening the refrigerator, Khalisa checked some of the remaining foodstuffs. “It seems to make the favorite yellow rice Mas Dion can nih, benefitsin the ingredients that exist for the side dish, just do not use fried chicken alone.”

Vigorously, Khalisa took out all the ingredients from the refrigerator. The rice is washed then seasoned. Six eggs are boiled to make a balado egg, a steeping tempe that he bought this morning sliced into small pieces and fried dry to be cooked into a sweet dried tempe. The remains of raw vegetables are made a simple anointing, five cucumbers are washed clean with sambal material as a complement. Not to forget Khalisa also fry crackers for friends to eat yellow rice later.

He forgot to feel tired after finishing half a day of light, cooking with joy while humming happily. Not far from him, Afkar was busy playing a food wrapper yesterday, sitting on a clean mat in the kitchen. The super mini car-gobilan ciki prize that is usually played Afkar was knocked out by the yellow red cardboard paper, apparently very happy while several times chattering cheerfully to his bunda, he said, said he was very happy.

“Unda, Af later boyeh beyi this yagi endak? It's good,” he said cheerfully, lifting up high the objects he liked.

At a glance, Khalisa chuckled as cheerfully as the child. “Bby dong, later if Mommy has any more money, we go there again.”

After the cooking show, Khalisa washed every inch of his body, from head to toe. Combing his hair neatly, he then changed his clothes with a new negligee. The child was also bathed. No less neat, no less fragrant. In order to welcome the husband also the father of his son home after three days of traveling far.

“Af, sit here first yes. Mommy wants to go to the kitchen for a while, want to prepare your favorite tea tubruk let seger. Poor dad drove far away, must be tired when returning home.”

“Ready, handsome boy.”

Putting the remote after moving the channel on his son's favorite cartoon broadcast, Khalisa went to the kitchen to pick up a small pot of poci. A spoonful of dried tea leaves is put in it before pouring boiling water. Produce a hot tea pot that gives off its fragrant aroma to all corners of the room.

The sound of the garage door being pushed and the noise of Dania pulled Khalisa to end Khalisa's business in the kitchen, running small to the front of the house and was shocked to open the door.

“Welcome, Mas,” he said sweet and cheerful. Her smile expanded like a freshly blooming flower adorning her father's face.

Dania entered first without greeting Khalisa or greeting him, followed by her mother-in-law and a pregnant woman standing next to Dion stopped at the doorstep.

“Eh, who is this? Must be a mother brother from Cilacap, yes?” khalisa's greeting was kind to the pregnant woman he had just seen this time.

“Khal, I want to say something to you, important,” said Dion suddenly, the tone of speech also looked flat. This is in stark contrast to Khalisa's expression.

“Mas just arrived. We can talk tonight. Go in first, must be tired after driving far away. I've prepared tea tubruk same favorite yellow rice Mas.” Khalisa has not responded to the situation, still smiling sweetly.

“No delay until night, Khal. We have to talk now,” said Dion quickly, who now grabbed and clasped Amanda's hand in front of Khalisa who was slowly grinding in confusion.

“Indeed, what do you want by the way, Mas?” Khalisa's starting to capture the atmosphere of strangeness here. Especially when watching Dion summarize the fingers with the pregnant woman who from earlier smiled widely in front of him.

“Let Manda enter first, pity pregnant again if long standing. We talk inside, Khal,” Dion replied later.

Mind wondering. Seeing her husband's different body language, the smile on Khalisa's face receded within seconds, beginning to sniff out the wrong thing. Swallowing saliva he intended to open his voice again, but Wulan who looked furious about Dion's pleasantries grabbed faster.

“This is Amanda, his wife Dion too, is six months pregnant and will be staying here from today. You should be fine with him, Manda's the son of Dion's boss. The most suitable figure to accompany my son, not your kayak who only brings shame!”

Seriate.

Note:

For those who want to know the parents and the origin of Yudhistira, must read my novel entitled 'Istri Arjuna', to better understand the plot of the continuation of the story 'Sacred In Noda' later.

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