Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

The new morning.

Being the center of attention, what a very dislike Jena. Intending to express a refusal to hold their wedding party, the little heart of the woman immediately shrieked when faced with the mother-in-law.

Smiling broadly, Jena was present in the dining room"Beautiful daughter-in-law, come here," Arabella pulled up the chair as she spoke to Jena. Footsteps that were originally slow suddenly stepped quickly toward the mother-in-law.

"Good morning mother," said Jena.

"Dear, dear" gently rubbed the daughter-in-law's shoulders.

The first morning at her husband's residence, the attitude and behavior of Arabella is not much different from the attitude shown Jelita first, when she first appeared in the family of Gods.

Warmth and meekness, the former Jelita was very different from Jelita at the last moment they met. Afraid of Jelita's change of attitude also happened to Arabella, Jena chose to harbour all her intentions at that time.

"Do you like grilled fish?" asked Arabella, remembering that Agam the son suddenly liked the dish, because Jena gave it to him.

Seeming enthusiastic, Jena nodded"Yes mother," he said as he followed Arabella's instructions to sit in the chair he provided.

"Good morning dad," he said.

"Good morning, Jenaira" said Akhtar with a smile.

Akhtar took an empty plate, took the rice and handed it to Jena"Enjoy your breakfast my son-in-law."

Smiling stiffly while nodding his head, this treatment surprised Jena"Thank you father."

"Don't hesitate, now you are part of the Abdilla family," Akhtar said again with a smile that did not fade.

Seeing how accepted the presence of his female devotee, Agam smiled sweetly joined their feet together.

Arabella glance contains a question to Agam, a naughty smile engraved on the face of the mother makes Agam blush embarrassed.

"Why did your face meet?" said Arabella.

Holding both cheeks"Agam finished soaking in a hot tub," he said.

The eyebrows of the two old men were raised up with lips sneering"Oh.," they said simultaneously while nodding their heads. Not wanting to be teased by his parents, Agam smiled without returning words.

An unusual sight for Jena, herself used to eating her own food, or at least with Gibran, the warmth of the Agam family made her heart full.

"You're lucky Agam, you have a very loving father and mother", she wrote.

"Darling, what are you daydreaming about??? is the fish not tasty?," Arabella's voice broke the long-spirited woman's daydream. Making him shake until he dropped the spoon he was holding.

"Sorry mother, I'll wash it immediately" he said in a panic.

"Not per.....,"

"Akh!!," Akhtar's words were interrupted due to Jena's scream.

"Astaghfirullah," cried Agam and Akhtar almost simultaneously.

Agam immediately held the limp body of the wife, Jena's two hands held a throbbing forehead.

Akhtar stood up to immediately check on Jena's state.

The situation became rowdy, panic because the spoon that fell made Jena want to immediately improve the situation. But when he bowed his forehead about the edge of the dining table, and made him cry in pain.

"Oh my God, did you hurt Jena??" cried Arabella sounding very worried.

"Sorry bun......"

"Only a spoon of Jena, mother will not be angry," exclaimed Agam holding the wife tightly.

"But....."

Arabella held both of Jena's hands, examined her bruised forehead"Astaghfirullah, "bluffy Arabella was in pain.

"Let's Jena, you go back to the room, mother treat your forehead first. Just continue your breakfast in the room" he continued, helping Jena stand up.

"Father just call the doctor," Akhtar rushed to reach for the phone at the dinner table.

"It's okay dad, Jena treat yourself. You better continue the breakfast.

"No!!! your forehead's bruised, baby. Akh!! I'm sorry, you shouldn't surprise me."

Their attitude makes the heart back full, making him realize that he is quite appreciated here. Recollecting the dark story of the past, Tiara's presence ravaged her household, Jelita's often violent and heartbreaking changes left a deep chest of unrest. When Jena makes a little mistake, Jelita will scold her and berate her. That's why his body spontaneously chased the dropped spoon earlier, fearing Arabella's anger was also like Jelita's anger at him first.

Despite the urgency of calling the doctor, a look of worry was clearly painted on their faces. And, Arabella intends to treat the daughter-in-law's forehead, but the son-in-law feels uncomfortable making a noise to make their breakfast pause.

Don't want things to get worse....

"Who will treat the wound, mother and father continue to eat breakfast."

The words of the son make Arabella relieved, if not himself it must be Agam who is better in terms of caring for his daughter-in-law"Yah.segerah his forehead wrap, Agam," he clearly still holds Jena's forehead.

And so, holding tightly onto Jena's fingers, Agam took the woman back to their room.

Looking out the window, Jena waited for Agam to pick up the medicine box. The view in the residence is very beautiful, Arabella who are very fond of gardening take care of their yard with all their heart, no wonder various kinds of flowers flourish in the residence.

Bringing myself up to Agam on the sofa"My skin is just a little pain, no need for a bandage," he said seeing Agam pull out the object.

"I'll make sure you sit here" patted the long sofa he was sitting on.

Dutifully Jena took a seat near Agam, her body slightly squeaked as the man nudged the hair on her forehead.

Staring at the forehead fixedly, his approaching face made Jena slowly retreat from that handsome face.

"Aish!!," he hissed as Agam pressed his forehead.

"True mother said, your forehead was bruised. Maybe in a few moments it'll get blue."

"It's okay, just bruising right? it's not bleeding, is it? so there's no need for bandages, right?" the question was thrown without pause.

The corner of Agam's lips lifted up"Iya Jena", gently rubbing on the wife's forehead.

"But it'll get better soon if I apply this ointment on the forehead."

That closeness makes Jena difficult to breathe, for some reason the sudden oxygen supply is difficult to receive.

"Emh..ba.alright, get over it, dab it."

If Jena slowly steps back, the man is slowly getting closer. Makes the wife's back lean perfectly on the shoulder of the sofa.

While gently blowing his wife's forehead, Agam smeared the medicine very carefully.

What a scene that is very dear to miss, the sculpture of the divine when creating the appearance of a Agam makes Jena fascinated. Only realized, this boy who had known him for a long time was very handsome.

A while still stunned looking at the face that was so close, even after Agam after applying the medicine on his forehead Jena was still fixated on looking at him, making Agam pursue Jena's view until finally seeing each other.

The foreign youths suddenly present in the hearts of Jena and Agam, getting drowned as they clashed to draw them closer.

Slowly the fingers of Agam stroked gently Jena's smooth cheeks, in silence, with an increasingly taut heartbeat, noses touching each other almost perfectly breaking the distance between them.

"Gam!."

"How did kea.".", without knocking, Arabella emerged from behind the door leaf, accompanied by her aunt with a tray containing breakfast for Jena.

Instantly a distance was again present between them, a little more!!! The dead almost mourned the arrival of Arabella. Seeming clumsy, Jena confirmed her sitting while Agam busied himself fixing the medicine box.

"Ups! I'm sorry, you should have knocked on the door, "sorry that woman.

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At a boutique, Adila accompanied Kanaya was sorting out clothes. Without asking about the princess's willingness, Adila had first prepared the dress she would wear on the day of Jena's wedding.

For the sake of a feeling called love, despite having been anticipated by Gibran, the innocent Kanaya gladly accepted Adila's invitation to go together to the boutique.

"Mommy I'm fierce, I'm not sure she's really sincere in inviting you to meet."

Kanaya almost floated a story on Gibran's forehead, how could her lover build a bad image of the mama in front of him"He's your mama Gibran, what's with your words!," he jolted in disbelief.

A mischievous smile rose on Gibran's face"I swear, I'm not kidding. Mama I would just like to test your patience. I'd better go with you guys, baby," Gibran chanted so unsettledly that Kanaya was alone with Adila.

"Heem," shook his head with certainty"No need, I'm sure Aunt Adila won't hurt me."

Unable to resist the wishes of the woman he loved, Gibran resignedly drove Kanaya to finally meet the mother.

"Beautiful" whispered Adila's heart when they finally met.

The cheerful carrying of Kanaya, often carves a smile on Adila's face. For a moment with them at the boutique, undetected bad movement from Adila, Gibran finally left the two women there. While returning to the city, Angga escorts their counter.

After Gibran's death, Adila asked the waiter for two orange juices.

Trying many times the dress that Adila recommended, making Kanaya tired and sip the orange juice with great pleasure.

Looking strangely at Kanaya, Adila really did not expect the girl in front of him was able to spend the juice of the rapids he gave.

"Do you like it" he asked as Kanaya's last suction on the orange juice.

"Hemm", he nodded with a big smile.

"So, which dress will auntie choose?" she asked Adila. Recalling the middle-aged woman had also tried a lot of clothes that day.

I'm going to try this one again" she pointed to the pretty dress next to her.

"Alright aunt," so sweet Kanaya smiled at Adila.

In the fitting room, Adila did not expect Kanaya to easily spend the orange juice she ordered.

"Ck...why did the waiter misunderstand, obviously I asked him to add a lot of salt to Kanaya's drink, why did the girl seem to enjoy it??," he murmured to himself.

To be continued...

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