CHARM GIRL WITH HAZEL EYES

CHAPTER 46. BACK HUG

A week Iqbal had felt pains all over his body, finally thanks to the perseverance of Kayra caring for herself who often complained of pain she could walk around the complex again.

"Will Iqbal be better?" ask Munawar as a priest at the mosque Iqbal used to attend.

"Thank God this is it, sir,"

"Thanks to this wife yes," ledek mr. Rasam. His house was also not so far from the house of Iqbal and Kayra. "What because his father was a doctor so given the most effective medicine so that he could recover gini,"

Iqbal chuckled amusedly. "Thank God for having a personal doctor, sir,"

"Fortunately Iqbal, had a wife like Kayra. I'm beautiful, pinter, painstaking, good at making cakes again," said Mr. Rasam praising Kayra. "Not lost with Acha," he continued. Not wanting to make Iqbal feel bad for his praise of the young man's second wife.

"Alhamdulillah sir, Allah's sustenance is never misaddressed" replied Iqbal as it is. "You know, I'm going home first, sir, I'm sweating this out. It happened to be late afternoon" said the young man.

"Have you come home?" asked Kayra who was knitting in their rumah yard.

Without answering Iqbal walked slowly to his wife.

"Why?" ask Acha because Iqbal came around with a sullen face. "Lose the game so go home his face in the bend of the gini,"

"No," Iqbal replied briefly densely and clearly.

"Continue?"

"They're praising you Kay?"

Kayra frowned, not understanding what Iqbal meant. So what if he is praised. "Where is the problem? are you angry because I was praised by the father of the complex? continue you are more cool if I am so ugly? did Miss Ratmi say to Miss Tuti?" asked Kayra who remembered with her two annoying neighbors.

"Not Kay, either,"

"Continue?"

"There's no going on, I don't like it if you're being praised,"

"Yes, would you rather I be insulted?" ask Kayra again. "Are they that way? do they tell me how?"

"Yes used to say if you're beautiful, pinter, cake-making, painstaking,"

"Do you think it's wrong?" ask Kayra fishing.

Iqbal nodded. "Not the one,"

"What do you think I'm wrong, how do you think dong?"

"It's not wrong that they are all real" Iqbal replied. "But I don't like it" said Iqbal, and the young man went into his house. Making Kayra narrow her eyes even more confused.

"If I'm pregnant, why is she the one who snags?"

*****

"Gue feels like there's something I've been thinking about lately" said Shilla. After arguing for quite a while with Iqbal he was finally able to bring Kayra along with him. "I don't know why I feel that person is close to me, either he's good intentions or I don't know yes. But honestly I'm afraid of the,"

"Dad mother knows? um Iqbal?"

Kayra shook her head slowly. "No, how dare I tell them,"

"When did you feel that way?"

"Rather than two weeks ago si," replied Shilla trying to recall the perceived oddity.

"Wait, what's the relationship with Alvin now? safe?"

Kayra widened her eyes, her premonition turned out to be true if Shilla had no relationship with Alvin. "From when? don't you have a story to me?"

"Weekly ago, for me it is not important mbak so I also did not tell anyone. Same mom and dad, too,"

"But they know?"

"At the end of the day they will know for themselves" Shilla replied.

"Is it possible this has something to do with Alvin?"

"Why Alvin?" shilla asked confusedly. "He's been flying to Paris, three days after breaking up from me he's gone,"

"Lo's sure he's really gone?"

Shilla nodded confidently. "What makes me unsure?" said. "He's gone, and I'm with him, too,"

Kayra nodded in understanding. "Gini," he said. "So far do you feel disturbed by him?"

Shilla. "Not so, either" he said slowly. "I'm just curious about him, what his intentions are, whether he means either me or there's some ulterior intent" Shilla said. "It's not good to have this feeling,"

Kayra chuckled amusedly. "But why are you calm?" the girl asked confused herself. Shila said the girl was not bothered in the slightest by someone who might be stalking her.

"I don't know if he's a good guy" replied Shilla.

*****

Iqbal approaches Kayra who is busy experimenting with her new recipe. The girl looks very focused on mixing ingredients into one, not infrequently also Kayra clucked upset if the results are not as expected.

Iqbal walked saggingly towards Kayra, his lips smiling happily as his beautiful wife was unaware of his arrival. Slowly, Iqbal's hand slipped into Kayra's sidelines. Hugging the girl from behind, resting her chin on Kayra's shoulder which was silent petrified.

It was no longer the shock that Kayra felt, she really could not do anything. Iqbal's treatment of him was very illegible. How could Iqbal suddenly behave romantically like this to her.

"Diem's cigarette?" ask without sin. Didn't this young man know at all that the girl in the hug was being overcast, even Kayra herself wasn't sure if her feet were still climbing on the floor.

"Why is gini rich?" kayra asked, her voice softly barely audible if Iqbal had been a little further away from her. But because the young man's face was right next to Kayra's - even the cheeks of the two touched each other, so she could clearly hear what Kayra was saying.

"Emang why?" ask again. As if they are used to doing this, this is the first time since marriage.

"I'll cook again,"

"And I'm not bothering you to cook Kay," Iqbal replied, this time his big hand gently rubbed Kayra's stomach. The girl felt butterflies flying in her stomach. Maybe his son is happy with his father's treatment to his mother.

Kayra lets go of Iqbal's embrace, the girl now confronting her husband. "Mas just wait in the television room" Kayra suggested. "I'm back and forth, too, done" he said again.

"Can't I help you?"

"What are you helping?"

"And I help you" said Iqbal, twisting his eyes. "Let's get more excited about the experiment,"

Kayra breathed a heavy sigh. Helping what, he's ruining the idea Kayra's got.

"Sit down, yeah,"

Iqbal smiled amusedly, the young man cleared his throat slowly. "But you're cuddly hugged from behind?" ask without sin.

Kayra closed her eyes, holding her back from looking misbehaved at her husband's plain statement.

"NO,"