The Story Behind the Curtain
The Mixed Flavors

"Stay away from me!" erli said slowly but sharply.

Rafan tightened his arms and the man stroked Erli's hair gently.

"You're out of your mind, huh? Take a look around you. They are all watching us" Erli said as he turned his gaze away.

"I don't care. Even if there is a General, I will stay like this until you smile sincerely" said Rafan with narrowed eyes.

"Okay, I'll obey all your wishes." Erli glanced sharply at her husband.

"you? Since when did the name come back?" Rafan's forehead shriveled and his gaze sharpened.

"Astagfirullah ...." Sighing on heavy breath.

"Mas Rafan, can you stay away a little?" erli said with a big smile.

Rafan laughed and held the hand of the burly man loosened. Erli's magical smile hypnotizes Rafan, the feud between Rafan and Erli ends.

However, the disappointment of women who are five months pregnant is still piling up in there.

All the food at the table was gone. Erli laughed in excitement as she felt the movements of her baby.

"Mas, he's moving!" erli said with a waving hand.

When Rafan stood up and touched his wife's stomach, the first kick he felt made him cry.

Seeing Erli sobbing Rafan agitated, his eyes glanced to and fro. The man's head nodded to everyone who was watching them.

"Why are you crying, honey?" Rafan blocked his wife's tears.

Erli immediately shook his head, "I-I'm fine."

"Why, why are you crying?" tanyanya chuckles.

"It's the first time he's moved in there." Erli stroked his distended stomach.

"That's a sign he likes it when his father and mother get along. So don't be angry anymore, yeah!" rafan kalem.

"Where is there such a thing?" Erli's lips pucker.

Rafan pinched Erli's chubby cheeks while helping his wife stand up.

"Come, we're home!"

Erli looked at my husband and stepped out of the restaurant, not forgetting that he looked at every corner of the restaurant. Wishing to find the sexy woman her husband met.

"Who are you looking for?"

"No, I'm not looking for anyone." Smiling while turning his eyes.

The hour hand kept moving, second by second they had passed together. When the hour hand shows at 22:30 they get to the front of the house, Rafan's car is already thinking in the garage.

Rafan led the wife into the house, looking empty no activity whatsoever. However, just as they were about to enter the room, they were shocked by Rania's arrival.

"Why just got home? Where have you been, Mom?" The young girl flocked her brother and sister-in-law.

"Eating out. You, why are you awake?" Erli asked back.

"Well." Rania's hand stroked her neck.

The twenty-year-old girl continued her steps towards the kitchen.

Seeing the younger brother leave, Rafan holds Erli. He brought his wife into the room and laid Erli's body on a soft bed.

"Sleep well, baby!" rafan whispered in Erli's ear.

Whisper spoiled Rafan makes the woman's hair stand up, her husband's thin mustache adds a tickling tingle.

"Mas ..." cried Erli slowly.

The thin-moustached man turned to look at his wife.

Erli looked at her husband's lips which were very tempting. A confused Rafan approached and asked again.

"Why call me?" Approaching face.

"May not us ...." Erli's speech stopped and the pregnant woman's hands demonstrated an ambiguous gesture for Rafan.

"You, you're getting naughty, yeah ..," said Rafan as he peeked at Erli's head.

Erli scrunched her forehead and she called her husband back.

"Mas!" This time he slightly pressed his voice.

"What else?" Rafan Clenching lips.

Without any strong reason, Erli smiled knotfully.

"But, smile instead. What do you want?" keep Rafa.

"Come, say."

Erli bit his lower lip and Rafan's index finger touched his pinkish rancid lips.

"Tu' right, you're getting naughty." complained Rafan, but the man complied happily to his wife's request.

Lip silahturahmi happened, but it did not last long. Not because Rafan has no desire, but he further limits his intimacy so as not to continue to something forbidden by his religion.

"Enough, huh? You remember what I said back then, right?" The net is sparkling when asking questions.

Erli replied with a reddened face in embarrassment, "Yes, I still remember!"

"Thank God, get some sleep!" Rafan pulls out a blanket and is enveloped in the wife's sexy body.

***

The sound of the goal-wishing azan woke Erli from his deep sleep, slowly shaking the body of the husband.

"Mas, wake up is already dawn."

"Hmm ...," muttered Rafan.

Both Rafan's beautiful eyelids opened and the man kissed his beloved wife's cheeks.

"Congratulation, yes," asked Rafan who has now sat on the lip of the bed.

Erli nodded and smiled faintly. The couple did their duty as a Muslim, the prayer they had done until they did dhikr together, now arrived at the peak of prayer.

Rafan raised his hand and he opened the prayer with a message from the prophet. All his wishes he mentioned and did not forget he prayed for his wife, who was now sitting behind him.

After the prayer was over, Erli grabbed the husband's hand and kissed Rafan's back and palm. Erli's tears made Rafan lift his chin.

"Still this blind morning, you've been crying. What's up again?"

"Thank you .. Thank you for accepting me for who I am. And thank you for being a good husband to me, just you. No man treats me like-" Erli said stalled.

the woman was unable to continue her speech because of her increasingly crying. Rafan rubbed both of Erli's cheeks and tightly hugged his wife's body, the man's hands gently stroked Erli's head and in Erli's brow.

"Don't keep doing good to me" Erli said.

Rafan was surprised and he looked at Erli's face.

"What do you mean?"

"Our wedding is almost over, if Mas treats me well like this. I'm afraid .. I'd be greedier expecting your presence!" said Erli sobbing.

Rafan froze to hear his wife's words.

"So I-I beg you, don't come with a million smiles! I'm afraid I can't stay away from you, Mom." Erli rubbed his tears that had glistened incessantly.

Rafan turned his gaze away and the man distanced himself from Erli.