Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Sweet cake.

In the early hours of the morning, the dimpled man felt the burden pressing on his back. Both eyes blinked, trying to neutralize the view after wandering in dreamland, ugh! what is the burden that is perched on his back?.

"Come on, wake up and we'll cook the cake together."

Oho! it turned out that the wife was on his body, as if she was light as cotton. Although small in stature, his weight still makes it a little difficult for Agam to breathe, let alone the man's consciousness has not been collected completely.

Slowly shifting the wife's body from the top of her back, while resting the dense hair"My wife, what cake do you want? to wake me up in this early time?," instead of being riled up because his sleep time was disturbed, Agam commented a smile on the face that still looked sleepy.

"Cute cake."

"Sweet cake is a lot, baby," Jena's hair looked very messy, and Agam gently rubbed the strands of the wife's hair, then slipped them on the earlobe. I don't know, since when did Jena harass her, woke her up because she wanted to eat the sweet cakes she meant.

"Have you been trying to wake me up for a long time?."

Jena nodded like a child, the beautiful face had been completely visible, after her long hair was neatly arranged using the husband's big fingers. Well, while being pregnant like this, the beauty that Jena has is increasing.

Agam's eyes glanced at the clock attached to the wall, at 1 am. Hahaha, come! at that hour the wife has asked him to give cake?? ckckck seems the baby will often make him cluck, either amazed or upset.

"Go ahead."

Tired, but remembering how much she wanted the sweet cake, she immediately got out of bed.

"Tell me what kind of cake you want, baby," she asked. This time his face was already wet, in order to restore his consciousness perfectly, Agam decided to wash his face.

"Of course."

What kind of answer is this? sontak made the man's forehead wrinkle.

Understanding the present situation, Jena spoke again with a small smile"Sweetie, there's the cream, or with a lot of milk, cheese, hemm," Jena's index finger and thumb, he put it under his chin, as a sign that the woman is thinking hard.

Strange taste, she wanted a cake, but it was unclear what kind of cake she meant.

"Cake?."

"May, with a lot of cheese."

"A lot of cheese will make it salty, didn't you say you wanted a sweet cake."

Bringing her lips forward, even while being a manyun Jena looks beautiful in Agam's eyes. Pulling both cheeks of the wife, making both corners of Jena's lips lifted up.

"All right, let's make some cake."

"But not with a lot of cheese, yeah."

"Hemm, alright," said Jena walking in alignment with Agam, while struggling spoiled on his arm.

The habit to establish prayer at night, not only often done Agam. Staggering towards the kitchen, Gibran screeched when he saw the two insa was jokingly installing an apron. What power, little Jena had to tiptoe to pair the apron to the husband's neck, and it made Agam chuckle amused.

If Agam laughs, it's another case with Gibran. While rubbing both eyes alternately, the little brother said"Choose, what romance is this? romance cooking with love? at this hour?? o Allah, may one day when married, I do not become a human being like these two insas."

"Pletok!!," Jena's powerful weapon, the vegetable centong, got perfectly in the middle Gibran's palm, praying.

The man's lips trembled, getting a violent attack from the elder brother"You're so sad!!! pregnant women should not be fierce, later your child is also fierce. Just imagine, if my niece was born like you, owh!!."

"Owh why?" looked sharply at Jena towards Gibran.

Meanwhile, Agam, gave a code for Gibran to stop serving Jena's anger.

Gibran's two eyes flickered, like a firefly glittering in the middle of the forest"He will be beautiful like you," she said at last.

For the sake of peace of mind, for the safety of his body, Gibran immediately turned to praise his brother, instead of continuing the war that was about to explode.

"By the way, what do you want to cook? can't you wait for morning?."

"No way, I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't make this cake right now."

Looking up at Agam, a mischievous smile rose on Gibran's face. The disease of pregnant women, Gibran was already aware of the unique attitude and behavior of Jena lately, because the act of a little nephew in the stomach of the brother.

Not wanting to be busy in the kitchen, Gibran intended to pass soon, but"Excite!!," he whispered to Agam, then gave two thumbs right on Agam's face.

"Eh, let's get the tires......"

He immediately disconnected Jena's sentence"I want to make a plea to the creator of the brother, so that he gives healing to the tongue of Kanaya."

After saying that, Gibran immediately went to the back. Leave Jena who grunts, but Agam's gentle speech eases his emotions back"Have it, let it go. He was fighting for the woman he loved. I was in his position too."

Jena looked at Agam"I mean?."

"You are the woman I always call in my third night, when I was less likely to have you, but the owner granted my prayers and made us together. What Gibran's doing now, is the same as what I did in the past."

"Ohooo," Jena exclaimed for the sake of neutralizing the heart that began to rustle, she knew very well that her face must have started to blush to hear Agam's words.

"So, you guys set up a night prayer when there's just a want?.",

"It's not like that" Agam argued.

"Didn't you say what Gibran did is the same as what you used to do?" the glare of the pretty eye investigated, making Agam clumsy.

Making Agam go awry, what an act that Jena likes lately. Panicked face, awkward face, moments when Agam is confused should explain something, Jena likes it.

"When are you going to start making cakes? I also want to taste," Gibran said after taking ablution water from behind.

Uh! thankfully, Gibran's remarks made Jena's question pass without having to be answered and explained by Agam. They also immediately made a cake, which would be somehow what it would be like.

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Take and wait for Enda at school, a routine that Zafirah likes. Not because she could gather and talk with other mothers, who were also waiting for the baby, but saw the face of Enda's sumringah when he came out of class, then ran small when he met her, such times are precious to Zafirah.

In a moment, the handsome boy will be out of the classroom. Zafirah has prepared provisions processed by the husband, as well as some snacks brought from home, such as Enda's request this morning.

However, the boy's face did not smile as he walked towards Zafirah.

Instead of running small, Enda walked slowly, as if hesitant to step forward. Also...."Mama...," Zafirah could hear clearly, the boy said the word mama, not umma.

Squat in front of Enda, look at the boy's face"Dear, you why?."

The boy was seen swallowing the saliva, and then both eyes looked at Zafirah"After the fence, there was mama Andara."

Andara?? the name is no stranger to Zafirah. The woman's voice turned around, and the figure of the woman she had seen through the worn-out photo, in the humble residence she now occupied.

It looks so much more beautiful than what he saw in the photo. Andara's slim body, beautiful face, clean skin, and long hair were broken, the woman looked even more beautiful when she smiled.

To be continued...

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