Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

Night Atmosphere

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The night wind gusts increasingly penetrated themselves, the moon and stars looked at each other without a word. Only the streetlights bear witness to the martyrdom of both. Either the moon is grateful to the stars, or the stars are always happy with the warmth that the moon gives. Sometimes the moon hides, because the clouds start to whisper to him. But the stars did not budge, he was always convinced that the moon would come and they would look again.

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"You're cold, honey?" a voice broke the silence at this moment.

"Hahh, what is Mas?" I said answer as I could.

"Cold. Lyra's cold?" the man in front of me is back.

"I'm sorry it's not clear, my voice" I shouted.

"Cold Honey. Chilly. Are you cold?"

The sound with a high volume that coincided with the wind so impressed I heard, several times I heard carefully only finally I understood every word that was said from the lips of my husband now.

"Ohhh, yes Mas. Sorry, it's cold."

Soon, Dimas's hand pulled both hands to his waist, which he had previously only held on the side of his sweater.

"Mas was also cold," he said later.

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10 Minutes passed, we passed through Braga Road at this time. Whether day or night, the area along Braga Street always looks beautiful. The dimly lit street lights combine with the lights of many shops, presenting a romantic scene. In the middle of the cold air just hanging out or leisurely walks in this region, romantic like being in Europe. The difference here is simply the absence of snow.

Mas Dimas is still passing on the matic that we rode. The night turns out the more air slashes the surface of our skin. And Mas Dimas again pulled my hand tighter so that it was not far apart, it felt very comfortable and warm when the mas sweater was stuck to my body. Now I lay my head on my husband's back shoulder.

"Lyra's hungry?Let's go get some food!!!" ask Dimas with a slow-moving matic rate at this time.

"May Mas" I said not to refuse my husband's invitation.

5 Minutes later Dimas pulled the speed of our bike in a very beautiful place to eat. The concept of classic-style European alloy with a rustic atmosphere at The Stone Cafe Bandung really makes us relaxed, peaceful and cool.

The stones became ornaments that dominated the Cafe in Dago Bandung. With the splashing of water that fell on the rocks, making us feel at home here.

Stone Cafe Bandung has a large gazebo and the main building with three floors (3) plus there is a balcony. Not enough of that, to provide a more calm and more private atmosphere, he said, the stone cafe is also equipped with a number of small gazebos in the form of saung-saung in the outdoor area equipped with small pillows, which are, which will further immerse you into the relaxed atmosphere of eating while enjoying the view of the city of Bandung.

We chose a spot in a gazebo at the moment.

"Did Lyra like the place she chose?"

"Like it very, very beautiful and comfortable" I said with eyes that did not turn from my husband's gaze.

The waiter came to bring our ordered dishes after we had previously chosen the menu according to our taste.

2 servings of grilled chicken steak combined with a strawberry smoothie and Ginger milk tea became our dinner menu in this very comfortable place.

And we eat our food now, sometimes we look and smile. Eating food in silence is our choice. A few moments later, our dinner table was finished.

"One day we have to bring Mayra and the twins here. Mayra would love this place and sikembar with a gazebo this wide they would be free to play," said I.

"True, a comfortable place for the extended family of Cikarang and Tangerang can also be invited here sometime," said mas Dimas while sipping his Ginger milk tea.

"What time is this? I'm worried about the twins fussing."

"23.05 Dear ...."

"It's been 1 hour that we left the house. We go home now Mas, next time we enjoy a night like this again."

"Of course, I hope we can spend more time together" said Mas Dimas immediately tucked my finger.

I nodded afterwards too.

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"Don't forget the handle like that..!!" said Mas Dimas after putting my head on my helmet.

I answered Mas Dimas with a smile and a small nod.

And after that we enjoyed the radiance of street lights as well as the radiance lined up shop lights that began to bristle. The cold air again became night friends. Many times I attached my circle of hands, looking for warmth there. She kept clutching my fingers all the way home.

At 23:20 when the gate of Sentra Duta Residence was seen in front of us, several guards nodded their heads in a polite manner to see our arrival which was familiar to them. Yes, because many times mas Dimas is often asked to take care of our special home when he was in need of it.

And Mang where instantly opened the gate of our house after capturing matic the owner of the master has arrived.

"Mang's safe house?" ask Dimas for a moment while handing over the key to park the matic to the trunk.

"Thank you be safe sir."

In the TV room Bik Lasmi and Mbak Dinar were fast asleep, we woke them up to move to their respective rooms. And in our sister's room Shifapun looks asleep, we woke her up too.

"Dek, wake up Dekk..!!!"

"Hm ... You're home?"

"Already" I replied.

I set foot into the box baby twin at this time and thank God they are still asleep calmly. Mas Dimas who had just checked Mayra in his room seemed to smile at me because everything was in safe condition.

"Well, let's move to your room" said Mas Dimas while herding his sister who seemed not fully aware.

"Where was Happy, right??"

"Hehh nih nih son sleepy-drowsy naughty yes speaking," said mas Dimas while spontaneously pulling his sister's nose.

"Mass Pain,"

Mas Dimaspun seemed to open the door to Shifa's room not far from our room on the 2nd floor as well.

"Bah bobo sweet yes, do not forget to pray'a let's dream to meet Korean artists."

Shifa nodded slowly and before long she had fallen asleep again.

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🌻AT 00:10

"Thank you tonight, dear" whispered Dimas in my ear.

"Have a night of sleep.!!!"

"Mas can't sleep,"

"Lena ...,"

"Hm ...."

"Lyra dear Mas right?"

I nodded too.

"Lyra ...," said Dimas back as he continued to sweep my arms.

"Hmm ..," replied with half my consciousness.

And Dimas's mas started to peck at my forehead.

I put my face away from Dimas's pop, "Geli Mas ..," I said.

"We do yuk..!!!"

"Mass ... "

"Said Mr. Ustad must not refuse the husband's wishes,"

Hahh, even though I was very sleepy, but the name of ustad made me immediately force open my eyes. And in front of me my husband's face already seemed to me there.

"Mas wants?"

And I looked at my husband looking like he was nodding.

I also nodded.

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And almost this unification reached the top ...

Oek ... Oekk ... Oekk ...

Not 1 but 2 of our babies were crying at the same time.

"Hahhh," there was a sigh on my husband's lips, after putting on his boxer as he picked up Baby Diyara who was crying louder there.

"Chayang don't want the father of the Mother??" said Mas Dimas while putting Diyara into my arms.

I took Dirga after that. Swinging Dirga so he patiently queues Mik after his sister.

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