Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Obviousness...

Sitting on the edge of the bed when Jena had finished carrying out her duties, Agam smiled happily to look at her woman in the face.

"How beautiful it would be if you wore a veil" his heart murmured.

The ends of Agam's front hair were wet, and Jena realized after the hair was fine.

Also his wet face, which was not wearing glasses. Ck! why does it look so attractive! Jena immediately took her glasses and was about to put them back together.

Gnarled, avoiding the touch of Jena.

"Why?," his heart felt pinched, why did this man dodge from him.

"I just took ablution."

The woman's forehead was wrinkled"Didn't you pray?."

"I forgot to read the Surah of Ar-rahman, my mind immediately seized upon you finished praying at the prayer in the mosque earlier," a slight smile rose on Agam's face. The small smile was able to calm back Jena's little heart that had been pinched.

"Your mouth is very good at saying sweet," shyly, Jena patted her man's chest.

Take a step back to stagger"Akh!," joked Agam put on a face of pain.

Jena looked at him with a smile"Already, don't joke anymore. Here's your prayer beads, thank you for lending them to me, "that little hand put it on the table.

"Take it, it's been a while with me. Now I give it to you, may you always use it well."

Jena smiled, to be honest this was the first prayer bead she had, in her entire life. During this time Jena only prayed if she wanted to, and after finishing her prayer, Jena only prayed and immediately ended her activities. When the young man, when both his grandparents were still alive, Jena had several times using a bagbih owned by the grandmother. And when the divine takes his two loved ones and dear ones, Jena seems to build a distance between himself and the creator.

"Thank you" he smiled broadly. Both of her pretty eyes curved beautifully like a round scythe. If only he were not in a state of ablution, Agam had scooped him into an embrace.

While listening to Agam chanting Surah Ar-rahman, Jena looked at the prayer beads made of wood. The smell is very soothing, and Jena likes it.

Slumping down at the end of the bed, Jena held the object over her head, while occasionally smelling its scent. Wanting to immediately ask what wood this prayer beads are made of, but Jena felt hesitant to interrupt the husband who was so melodious to read the Surah Ar-rahman.

"Shadaqallahul adzim" Agam finished his reading.

The distinctive aroma of prayer beads, plus listening to the melodious reading of the husband while laying down, Jena fell asleep.

Still wearing a face, the beautiful face was so shady despite closing both eyes.

Agam put the peci on the nightstand, took a pillow to put under his wife's head.

"Ng!," are you done?," Jena piqued as Agam slowly raised his head.

"Hemm" said Agam. The distance between them was so close, even the warmth of their breath felt to each other.

"What perfume do you wear? the smell was so sweet" hugged the man so tightly. Agam pulled himself out and joined him in bed. Failing to install a pillow, the sturdy arm was what eventually became Jena's pillow.

"Nothing" he said, taking a pillow and wearing it himself.

"Don't lie!."

"When did I become a liar? I really don't wear perfume.

"But your scent is so sweet, it's impossible that you don't wear a perfume."

Again Agam smiled, the man smiled wryly with a flowery heart"I am indeed sweet, dear. So no wonder I have such a sweet scent."

Instantly Jena smiled meaningfully, in fact, the woman's nose was made wrinkled"You're very narcissistic" he said, placing a finger on Agam's cheek.

Take over the wife's fingers"That's the truth, baby, you believe it. I really don't wear perfume" kissed the wife's fingers gently. Making a swish in the chest increasingly becomes.

"Well, you're the sweetest in this universe. Now I want to ask you, this thing is made of wood isn't it?."

Agam put Jena's head on the pillow, while he took a seat next to the woman.

"Yes, it's made of wood. Why why?."

"What kind of wood is that? I just heard his name."

"That's the wood of the middle east, the wood that the prophets liked, why do you ask?."

"really! this is a special wood. The smell is soothing, I like it."

Agam nodded"Lantas, am I also special? you said I had a sweet scent."

The man made Jena chuckle"I just found out you're so good at bragging."

"Only in front of you, and only you," the man laughed.

"Are you this happy living with me?" asked Jena replying to Agam's gentle caress in her hair. Randomizing the gentle hair of the man actually makes him look even more handsome.

"Of course."

"What's happy?."

Agam rolled his eyes, seemed to think like what to express his love for Jena. However, the more you think about the answer the harder it is to get.

"I can't express it, if you ask how big, obviously very big the world is..Jila you ask how deep, clearly deeper than the ocean."

The blush!! a red hue appeared and warmed Jena's face. Unexpectedly, this guy's crush made him happy not a bitch.

"Hemmmm, there's one more thing I want to ask," Jena said, taking a seat. Now the two of them sat together on the edge of the bed.

"Say," he said again.

Jena looked at Agam fixedly, staring at the two thick beads of the man"Have you ever harbored any sense towards Zafirah?."

Instantly, the question made Agam speechless. His eyeballs were moving around here and there, the question was sure to make his heart beat abnormally.

Jena who had been traumatized in betrayal, had fallen and injured, would be very disappointed if Agam told a lie to him. However, it was not her who had ever stored the taste, but Zafirah. Should the woman's feelings be known to Jena?

It was a biting lip, a smile was no longer on his face. The man seemed to be thinking hard.

"Why are you silent? are you putting together a word to lie to me?" No kidding, Jena knows all too well about people being cornered. Because, Gods are often like that when hiding something from him.

Grab Jena's fingers and hold her tight"Not me, but Zafirah. I immediately refused when the parents would marry us."

A reality was revealed again, the curiosity was so turbulent in the chest, that Jena asked directly to Agam.

"I immediately rejected his feelings," panicked, Agam repeated his words again.

So good a Zafirah, but Agam easily refused to be his life companion. Back Jena remembered the term soul mate is a mirror, is not Agam and Zafirah the image of the righteous man and the woman of Solehah, why are they not united in the bond of marriage?

"You rejected the righteous Zafirah, and proposed to me who was blind to religion" he said. Indeed, it is not imagined how broken Zafirah heart saw the closeness of himself and Agam. Also when they had dinner together, because Agam's fingers were hit by embers, Jena freely fed the husband. In front of Zafirah, his best friend....

To be continued....

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