
Ara woke up when she felt glare. His eyes opened slowly to adjust the light. He saw the wall clock still showing at 3 am.
Why aren't the lights off?
Ara threw her hand aside. However, he was very surprised to not get his bedmate there. Ara sharpened her gaze in every corner of the room. That figure is not yet visible. Until his eyes were fixed on the wind-blown curtain wave.
Ara got up from the bed. Approaching the open balcony door. A single smile was engraved on his thin lips. His feet continued to step toward the figure he had been looking for. Ara hugged her husband's burly body. Pasting his face on Alan's back.
"Why not sleep?" tanya Ara tightened her embrace.
"Hubby can't sleep, baby." Alan turned his body. Looking at Ara's pretty face so deeply. Tuck the long hair that covers part of the beautiful face.
"What's wrong? Is there something Hubby thinks about?" tanya Ara rubbed Alan's face gently. Alan did not answer Ara's question directly. He buried his face in Ara's neck. Inhaling the scent of sakura still stuck to his wife's body.
"It looks like hubby has to relinquish this position, Arin is more entitled to it all. Maybe we'll start all over again from zero, baby. Do you mind?" alan hugged Ara so tightly.
"What did papa ask for?" ask Ara. Alan let go of his embrace. Staring at Ara's brown netra.
"No, but hubby feels bad about Arin. At this time Brother Dio is already legitimately the daughter-in-law of the Digantara family. This position is more suitable for him. As we grow older, it's time for Hubby to let go of everything and start over."
Ara smiled widely, she wrapped her hands around Alan's neck. Kiss Alan's lips with anxiety.
"You don't mind?" Alan raised next to his eyebrows seeing the cheer on Ara's face. Ara shook her head slowly.
"Ara is happy, there is no more hubby. Let's start together, we knit everything from scratch. Ara will always support any decision hubby," said Ara with so passion. Alan was relieved to hear his wife's approval.
"Thank you, baby. Hubby think you'll be disappointed?"
"No bi, Ara will still support whatever it is. As long as hubby is happy," Ara replied. Alan smiled happily. He hugged his beloved wife.
"Don't worry, hubby will still guarantee your happiness. Not with luxury."
"Ara doesn't need luxury either, Bi. As long as we are always together, then Ara will be very happy." Ara closed her eyes. Feeling the warmth that enveloped his heart.
"Once, let's go to bed. Tomorrow we have to go home in the morning. Ara doesn't want to be late. I miss Ichal very much. The two days we left Ichal, it looks like Ichal missed us too" Ara said, letting go of her warm embrace.
"Alright princess, we should also make use of this little time."
"Hubby, what's hubby doing?" ara screeched as Alan suddenly lifted his body. Alan laughed when he saw his wife's worried face. Ara hit Alan's chest in annoyance. For a long time his heart could be dislodged, because of the work of Alan.
***
"Assalamualaikum," said Ara a little run into the house of his parents. Ignoring Alan who just got out of the car. He now wants to hug his son. I miss Ichal very much.
"Wa'alaikumusalam," said Mother Dara approached Ara with Ichal in her car.
"Oh my goodness, my miss, my son" said Ara took Ichal from Mother Dara. Ara kissed Ichal's entire face gently. He really misses his little guy.
"What's Ichal fussing bun?" ask Ara while kissing the back of Mother Dara's hand.
"Alhamdulillah Ichal is not fussy, the antennae are really, even," replied Mother Dara rubbed the cheeks of padlocked Ichal.
"Assalamualaikum," said Alan who just entered.
"Wa'alaikumusalam," said the mother of Dara and Ara together. Alan kissed Mother Dara's hand.
"This is a gift for everything" said Alan gave some paper bag containing souvenirs from Bali.
"What do you bother?" tanya Bunda Dara brought Alan and Ara to sit down. They also started talking cheerfully.
"Byeah, Bun. Alan will come home to take some necessities," said Alan who was greeted with a smile by Ara.
"Yes, you better rest. Must be tired, right? Mommy made you some tea, huh?" Tawar Bunda Dara's.
"It's not necessary, Bun. Ara can do it herself," said Ara smiling sweetly.
"That bill, Bun. Brother is old, do not need to be spoiled constantly," chirped Azka who suddenly dimbrung. Ara gave a murderous look at Azka.
"Ih, is it wrong to spoil your own Mother?" Ketus Ara's. Alan who saw that smiled amusedly. He took Ichal from Ara's lap. Kissing his little hotshot.
"Ck, I have kids too. Still spoiled, really kasian Ichal has umi kayak brother, Manjah benerrr .... "
"Already, you too, Azka. I love to disturb my sister," cut Mother Dara. Azka laughs amusedly. He was very happy when he saw the face of Ara who was like a boiled crab.
Ara got up from her seat, approached Azka who was still laughing. Giving a death blow.
"Oh, my boss. Sick, really sick," complained Azka as Ara continued to give her stomach a pinch.
"Sgratimin," ketus Ara. He sat down beside Azka while pursing his lips.
"Sorry, Brother. Promise not to disturb the song, but I'd like to ask for a special gift. Make a wedding later," pinta Azka plays both her eyebrows.
"There is no prize, who told you to make sprain," Ara's scolding hit Azka's arm. Azka chuckled while hugging her beloved sister.
"Ngeseslin, but baby right?" Azka teases her sister. He knew, Ara would soften when tempted by him.
"Huh, who said?" kilah Ara's. This time he won't lose.
"Darling, so who did the gift buy yesterday for?" ask Alan to join the fray. Ara immediately gave a sharp look to Alan.
"Hubby, why the hell are you talking? No more surprises?" Ara was very upset with her husband. Alan actually leaked out the surprise that Ara had made.
"Eh, did he say that he didn't love Azka? Keep doing who?" Alan again seduced his wife. He was very happy when he saw Ara's blushing face.
"Hubby, Ara's angry. Don't ask for rations, Ara won't love!" hardik Ara's. Mother Dara and Azka chuckled when they heard the direction of Ara's conversation. Alan just smiled amusedly.
Ara flinched, she just realized with her words. He closed his mouth in shame.
"Darling, you're adorable." Alan again seduced his wife.
"Hubby ... Ara -" Ara's speech was terpotog when Mother Dara clasped her hand.
"Already, don't disturb the spoiled princess Mother. You too, already have children but the potency is not lost," said Mother Dara.
"Mother, when else can Ara be spoiled like this?" protest Ara hugged the Mother spoiled. Mother Dara smiled, rubbing Ara's head gently.
"Honey, Abi's tired. To yuk's room?" get Alan up from his seat. Ara let go of her embrace.
"Mother, Ara to the room first. No need to drink. Ara make it yourself if you want," said Ara peeked Mother Dara's cheeks.
"Yes dear," replied Mother Dara.
Ara looked at Azka with a sharp look.
"No gifts, buy your own!" Ara breezed away, leaving Mother and sister. They shook their heads when they saw Ara's never-changing nature.