At Dusk in a Small Town

Episode 118 About That Taste

Sometimes jealousy filled the heart of Amir.

Dhea in sleep was always Anajib who he always called. Tonight was the same again the name of Anajib that Amir heard from his wife's mouth

who is sleeping on his bed.

Amir got up and got out of the room.

Now he headed for the guest room avoiding Dhea's noise. Finally dawn.

When Dhea's eyes woke from her sleep she did not find Amir who used to sleep spread the mattress floor. "Amir so early he has tidied up his floor mattress?" Inner Dhea while hurrying to do her homework.

Surely after he had prayed his dawn.

"Where is Amir..?"

The voice of the father-in-law sought the whereabouts of Amir.

Dhea immediately stepped in to find the whereabouts of Amir did not want first he who found Amir first.

"Amir.." slowly Dhea kept calling.

In the guest room Amir was still asleep.

Dhea slowly drew near to Amir who was without sin still sheltering in his thick blanket.

"Amir..."

There's no answer.

"Amir...."

He faintly heard his name on the call.

Amir opened his eyes.

He saw his wife's tiny body opening the curtain. Amir pretended to close his eyes again. That step felt closer.

And Amir felt that hand caress his face.

"Amir....Amir..."

The voice kept calling him.

"Terusss call me Dhe....!"

The inner Amir who truly missed the voice called out to him.

"Amir........" Don't joke around, let's get up!" Eventually Dhea began to suspect Amir's jail.

Amir's crygeresan laughter gets a hot pinch prize landing on his waist.

feeling deceived by the act of Amir Dhea landed a pinch on the waist of a tall strapping body belonging to Amir.

"Yetc....."

Fatir's voice shouted to him.

Dhea exited the room at Amir's.

All was neat nigrat family was ready to go to Bandung.

"Syifa and Fatir salim on umi and abi Amir first...!"

Her sibling words reminded her two grandchildren.

"Dhe.. you mo come later just follow with son Amir..!"

The voice of the mother-in-law now resuscitated Dhea who was still silent.

"Good ma'am.... "

Amir answered his mother-in-law.

The red car slowly left the plateau of joglo house. Syifa and Fatir's hand was no longer seen.

Now the spacious joglo house is increasingly quiet.

Tub no occupants.

Amir had finished his bath and now Dhea saw Amir pushing MOGE. It's been out of storage all this time.

"Road up.!"

Amir asked Dhea to immediately ride behind the back of Amir the splint felt high and foreign to Dhea. So long the ustadz did not

ngijinin Amir and Dhea were riding motorcycles.

Since the disaster occurred and took the life of the son of the pride of the nigrat.

"Amir... What if Mr. ustadz is angry?"

Dhea's protest was always obedient to both.

"They won't know..!"

Replied Amir who was already sitting on his MOGE.

Dhea was doubtful. But he eventually went up too.

The soul of Amir who always miss adventure on the asphalt with his MOGE.

It has now paid off.

Memories of High School are now back.

The cry of Dhea who asked him to stop never cared about Amir.

His wife's hands were getting tight hugging his waist.

"Amir.....Stop me saying.!"

Dhea keeps caving.

But Amir continued to advance his MOGE.

I don't know how long Amir parked his motorbike but Dhea continued to hug Amir's waist.

"When are you guys on that bike..?"

The screams of Amir's mother startled Dhea

who continued to hug tightly around Amir's waist.

The mother shook her head to see the work of jail Amir on his wife.

Shouted Dhea restrained.

Dhea came down from her bosom.

After he came down and salim on the mother of Amir.

"How are you guys doing..?"

The mother greeted with a hug.

"Where is Syifa and Fatir..?"

He asked her both of her children.

"They went to Bandung.."

Answer Dhea.

"O. yes already mami there will be business with batik companies in pekalongan must immediately mami down directly because for the selection of raw materials and patterns for the benefit of production."

Said the mother immediately departing with her driver and his personal assistant.

Again Dhea found the large house owned by Amir was silent like a palace without occupants.

Amir I don't know where he disappeared to?"

Now Dhea chooses to take a bath but she forgets to bring her towel.

"Amir...."

Dhea screamed from the bathroom.

But Dhea's voice in vain was not heard by anyone.

Dhea opened a little bathroom door in the room.

"Amir...."

Dhea tried calling again.

And Dhea saw on the big bed that Amir seemed to listen to music.

"Amir.."shouted Dhea.

As a result, Amir turned to look at Dhea who was peering behind the door.

"Please get me a towel..!"

Pinta Dhea on Amir.

Dhea was relieved that Amir walked over to bring her a towel.

"Okay, thank you, Amir."

Dhea said unsuspectingly.

But when the hand took the towel.

Amir immediately pulled that hand..

The plain body had not been covered by the towel.

Now in Amir's arms.

"Amir...."

"Amir...."

Dhea kept calling out the name Amir.

While continuing to hit the chest of the field that was filled with those fine feathers.

"Don't be noisy. I'm asking for my rights...!"

Amir said laughing.

Eventually Dhea surrendered also in the power of Amir. But for so long Dhea waited for Amir to do nothing.

When Dhea opened her eyes Amir was beside her.

"Amir do what you're supposed to!"

Said Dhea starting to hug Amir.

After that Amir only really fulfilled his duties only tonight Amir got his rights.

Amir also wants to have the heir to continue the success of his company.

Not the heart...

Not a sparkle of treasure to treat lara.

Because Amir knows Dhea isn't that kind of woman.

Dhea finally collapsed on her own.

Amir patiently awaited him.

now slowly Dhea forgot slowly but surely she rarely cried on the tombstone of Anajib.

During the family priyayi brought to his two children on vacation to Bandung.

Amir took Dhea back to his palace.

Amir keeps trying to start keeping Dhea away from all the memories of him.

About that feeling that sometimes makes Amir scratched jealousy.

Everyone has a past.

That was what Amir always comforted his heart.

Loved Dhea with all her memories and all her suffering. It was a choice in his life.

Let the twilight for the sake of twilight will be faithful to clear the story even though sometimes the story is not as beautiful as the twilight...

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Sorry it's always too late to get up..🙏🙏🙏

Health conditions that are not possible.

Thanks for the support.🙏🙏🙏