SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
Porcelain
...Part 40's...
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Still in the Land of the Rising Sun, Zareen opened their bedroom windows, until the golden light that had just risen on the horizon entered through the glass of the tall building. The morning scenery covered in spring air is beautiful, the cherry blossoms that look very small from where they stand still present their charm, this scenery is very beautiful, really, that will add to his collection of memories about this country, about their travels, and about this happiness.
“Very pretty”.
He was surprised when the two burly arms were coiled around his stomach, hugging him tightly from behind.
Zareen turned her head to the side, until her nose touched her husband's cheek.
“Indeed very beautiful Mas”.
Zain turned his wife's body upside down, but his embrace did not come off.
“Mas want to save this beauty yourself for Mas”.
Zareen's eyebrows shot up, puzzled by this statement.
Cup
One kiss on his nose. Zain smiled, “This beauty that Mas wants to keep and protect from the sight of people, beauty belongs to Mas”.
Zareen smiled wryly, then she tiptoed and wrapped her arms around her husband's neck which had made her misbehave with her sweet speech just now.
“Thank you Mas, for this Japan, for the spring, for the sakura. Thank you for the dream that has become real this”.
“You happy babe?”
“Happy once Mas”. Zareen nodded and smiled sweetly
Then he rested his head on the chest of the field.
“Thanks for everything. Never imagined for a day like this in Za Mas's life, never. Thank you, there is not much that Za can give in return for Mas”
“Your love dear, and your presence is always on Mas's side, that's what Mas need”.
Zain gently rubbed his wife's black hair, his heart had completely been shed for this woman, the woman he once hated.
“We prepare ya”.
Zareen nodded and began to prepare the belongings of her and her husband. They will return to Indonesia today, after a week spent exploring the things that his wife dreamed of in the land of sakura.
Soekarno Hatta Airport, Indonesia
Zain clung to Zareen's hand as he exited the airport, heading straight for the car that had been waiting for him.
“Welcome back my boos”. Reza spread his arms wide to embrace Reza, but the cold man he called the friend did not respond, but he further tightened his grip on the wife's hand.
“Hmm well, I know that I will never get that hug again”. Reza snorted and threw his face away, allowing Zain and Zareen to board the passenger seat.
Reza drove slowly, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror that showed a pair of eloquence behind.
“Ehem aura of a person who runs out of honeymoon is indeed different ya”.
“What's the difference?”. Ask Zain
“His face is luminous, radiant, the aura is so positive”. Reza chuckled
“Ha ha hence the marriage hunt, let your positive aura also come out”.
“Do’ain let me also soon be reunited with my ribs”.
“Do’a yes, effort also”.
“Or is my business less so far huh?”.
“Ha ha gasskan lah again, remember age”
The three of them go through the journey with jokes and laughter, with Reza who eventually becomes the victim of bullying by Zain, his fault that provokes the cold boss, and his, and Zareen only chuckled at the interaction of the two companions.
And after traveling for almost an hour, they finally arrived. Zain chose to go directly to his mother's house first, he and his wife greatly missed the two people who were in the house.
“Kakak..”. Echoes who were busy watching immediately ran when the figure of the brother he loved was seen walking into the door.
Zareen smiled sumringah then sat down to welcome the embrace of Echoes.
“How's it going dek?”.
“Good echo brother Alhamdulillah, just Echoes miss very much same sister”.
“Kakak also miss dear, missuuuu banget”. Zareen mucked Gema's cheek and kissed her sister's forehead.
“Sama brother Gema does not miss?”. Zain interrupted
“Rindu also bang, but not as missed as Iza”
“Why kids should be this honest ya”. Zain sighed
“The heart cannot be lied to Pak ha ha”. Canda Ningsih made everyone laugh
They all entered, with Echoes that continued to cling to the older brother's arm. Zain and I just smiled seeing that, he already quite understood the harmony of this sister's relationship, and they understood.
“Mas up first ya”. Zain rubbed the head of his wife who was sitting awake on the sofa with Gema. Zareen smiled and nodded.
“Honey, you're so tired huh? Kok pale banget”. Zain who was about to step back turned around and looked at the wife's face.
“Dear you are sick?”. Zain asked worriedly and immediately sat down next to his wife. Zain stretched out his hand to touch the wife's forehead, and sure enough Zareen's forehead was very hot, with sweaty hair that began to wet his forehead.
“Astaghfirullahaladzim Zaa”. Zain panicked when he caught his wife's nose bleeding, and there was a lot of blood.
Zain took the tissue on the table and wiped the blood away, but it kept flowing.
“Za raise head Iza darling”.
“Big dizziness Mas”.
“Gema, please call Mom back yes dek”.
“Good bang”. Echoes nodded and immediately ran to the kitchen to call Ningsih who had said she wanted to make a drink for her children.
Zain immediately took Zareen and took her to the room, when he arrived in the room he lowered the wife slowly sit him by refuting the wife's head with a pillow.
“iza why nak?”. Ningsih asked with a worried look
“Mother please telfonin Bima Bu”.
“Yes yes nak”. Ningsih ran down to where the landline was located, then he was reluctant to contact his family doctor, Bima Adi Putra.
After getting an answer from Bima, Ningsih returned to her son's room.
“Gimana Bu”.
“She's already on the road nak”.
Zain nodded and turned to face his wife who was now completely pale.
“Sabar yes dear, be a moment again Dr.Bima come”.
He continued to wipe Zareen's forehead that was wet from his sweat.
“Sayang clay Mas”.
Zareen opened her eyes, and the faint and faint gaze pierced into Zain's heart, it felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart. He knew that the wife's body had been weak ever since, and that the memory of it had made her heart ache even more.
A few minutes later Dr. Bima arrived, he docked his bag and checked Zareen.
A few hours, though,
“Where is Bim, my wife why?”
Bima threw away her breath and smiled, “It's okay, she's just exhausted, ordinary fever”
Zain frowned.
“Truely just that, nothing else?”
“Iya right, your wife just lack of rest, plus because the air changes are too different, so her body immediately shows its recital”. Bright Bima straightforward, he knew that his best friend had just returned from his vacation with his wife.
“Oh lord, thank goodness”. Zain let out a sigh of relief, for this fact was not as frightening as the shadows that filled his mind a few minutes ago.
“It's okay, it's the cure, and please reduce the activity, because his body is indeed weak”.
Zain nodded in understanding, then the rope of anxiety that strangled his neck a few minutes ago was gone, he sighed and returned to giving thanks, right, he will keep this porcelain doll.
TO BE CONTINUE
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