Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Surah love and affection.

Silent, the quiet Jena is further immersed in a trough of solitude. The phone that Agam had gifted to him was disabled, since the bad news circulated Jena as if building a fortress from mobile phones, laptops and televisions. The more withdrawn from the public, the days in which he spent a lot in the room only.

as newlyweds, Arabella and Akhtar offer honeymoon tours to neighboring countries. However, Jena subtly rejected the offer.

What about Agam? the man still did not get his rights as a husband. Whether it was made of what, the heart that the man had was too good, as well as his patience. Facing a cold and talkative woman like Jena was exhausting, but for Agam, seeing the wife's calm face while sleeping was enough to make him happy and happy.

Arkan, Jena's older brother was not just silent to know the bad news again hit the life of the sister. With all the connections he had, the journalist who uploaded the cheap news began to be vague in the know.

That night, after performing Islamic prayers, Agam again got the latest news about the Arkan investigation. The name of a male journalist who worked in the office of an entertainment magazine had been in their canton. That night, Agam contacted his uncle, Salman.

"I know very well who the man was, a few months ago he had worked in my company as an illustrator" Salman said in response to Agam's question about the journalist.

"And now he's a reporter???," Agam was a little surprised.

"Of course, maybe he changed the purpose of life. What he wants and wants to be, only he knows, doesn't he?" replied Salman. While working together, the man was pretty good in Salman's eyes.

"Did you know where that guy lived?."

"Yes, I know, if he doesn't move" Salman said.

Without much further ado, Agam asked Salman to send the journalist's address and send the address back to Arkan.

"You're so quick to act, boy," joked Arkan on the other end of the phone.

It sounded like Agam was laughing on the other end of the phone"Oh, bang, stop calling me boy. I'm already your sister-in-law now."

Now, it was Arkan's turn to laugh"Alright, you have indeed become my sister-in-law. But, have you managed to conquer the cold woman's heart? are you already..hahahahah," Arkan's laughter made Agam's face flushed.

Unable to give an answer, Agam was only able to swallow saliva.

"Hey, why are you silent? where was the man who was acting against me?."

Agam scratching his nape that is not itchy"Hehehe, brother could have made the joke."

"Hahahahah," Arkan laughed again.

"You think I'm kidding? I'm serious Agam, I really want to know if you've managed to conquer my cold sister???" he said, leaving Agam unflattered across the call.

"Well, that's bang," an unsatisfactory answer.

"Ck! can I guess?."

"Don't bang, what you're thinking is right" said Agam unable to give up.

Poor thing, Arkan again laughed at the fate of the poor boy.

Long talk and set a strategy to lure the journalist, without feeling the time continues to run and the night was increasingly crawling up.

"Yes, the night is getting late, the better you get to the cold woman. Offer him warmth, who knows tonight you're in luck." joked Arkan before ending the call.

Ash!!! if only the one who was talking this was Angga or Gibran, maybe he would be more relaxed to respond to him.

After placing the device on the table, Agam approached Jena who appeared to be asleep in his sleep. The dim light from the sleeping lights, hiding the figure of Agam who was only able to look at the face of the wife.

"Ck! bang Arkan was so ignorant, my heart became agitated like this," he grumbled inwardly.

In order to neutralize the heart thump after looking at his wife, Agam took ablution water and surrendered to the almighty in his evening prayer. After complaining to the divine, the man chanted the surah that he really liked, Ar-rahman.

Although very slow, the silence of the night made the man's voice sound clear in Jena's ears. Life problems that come alternately make him often awake at night.

Without Agam realizing it, the woman stepped into the room that lately can be said to be her room. Really, true what Zafirah said, the voice of this man is very melodious.

The originally troubled heart, slowly felt the calmness of the moment. The tired body of Jena gave a warning to rest again, but Jena still wanted to listen to the chants of the holy Quran. Until unbeknownst to Agam, Jena lay down on Agam's single bed. The bed is designed with a smaller size than the main bed of Agam, where Jena fell asleep earlier.

Chant by chant like a gentle swipe caressing the top of his head. Bringing Jena back to dreamland, also helps remove all lara that had lodged in the heart.

How surprised Agam when turning back after reading the surah, the woman who had made her heart restless is now asleep soundly in her bed.

Folding his prayer mat, put it on the table and slowly walked closer to Jena. The charm of a Jena is not in doubt, Agam again washed to look at the face of the wife.

Gently stroking the hair that covered the wife's soft cheeks, the act made Jena come back awake from her sleep.

"Eung.

"Hem..," said the man briefly. In his view the woman was clingy, making sure that she was not delirious holding her fingers.

Jena slightly shifted her body"Puk", the woman patted the side of her pillow.

It was as if asking with the look of his eyes.

"Sleep, you must be exhausted. I know it's not just me who's overwhelmed by the cheap news" talking like a self-conscious person. You can make sure Jena is not delirious at this time.

Agam swallowed the saliva"I slept next to you?," he asked hesitantly.

"Hem," the woman nodded while closing both eyes.

Slowly Agam stood up, but Jena still held the big fingers. Holding the man from leaving her.

"Jenaira, do you realize?" really, Agam didn't want Jena to scream when she woke up in the morning, finding herself sleeping on the same bed as him.

Jena let go of Agam's fingers, turned her back and said"So chatty once this one boy."

Again called by the name of a boy, gradually the call left annoyed in his heart. Restoring her hair back, Agam took a breath before finally actually getting on the bed.

Sharing pillows with a woman he has long loved, ah! the little heart in there is so noisy. In order to calm the heartbeat that is getting tighter, Agam crossed both hands in the chest and also turned his back on Jena, closing both eyes to immediately go to dreamland.

One sec....

Two seconds....

Three seconds....

Suddenly Jena turned to face the wide back of Agam. He shines his head on the man's back.

"Deg!!!," the man's heart grew more and more clumsy. Both eyes opened, even fully enlarged.

Instead of dodging, Agam becomes dead in style in front of Jena. The man was silent a thousand languages, and.

"Agam," call Jena so quietly.

"Hem," he said briefly.

"Do you regret marrying me? just look at me you don't want to."

Jena's words made Agam inching to turn his body. The brown bead was staring at him.

"Married you, the greatest fortune of my life Jena."

"Lantas, why don't you turn to me?."

"Didn't you confess your love to me?."

The long time the man looked at Jena, staring straight into her sight.

"Aren't you used to our closeness?."

"I'll get used to getting closer to you."

"So, are you now beginning to put your heart on me?" a warm smile rose on the man's face, and as usual a pair of deep dimples always appeared as he smiled.

"No," Jena slurriedly.

What kind of answer is that? I feel like I'm playing tonight. The attitude of his wife who pulled out his male instinct really made him confused.

"For now not much," continued Jena back.

"Thank God you were created with a melodious voice, the chant of the surah Ar-rahman attracted me to finally being here."

Agam's smile widened, no longer hesitating to pull Jena's body into his arms.

Kissing the wife's full forehead"I'll make you more comfortable with me Jena, I'll make you fall in love with me," she said while tightening her arms.

To be continued...

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