Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Gibran's Suffering.

The day was getting late when the three residents of the beach house were sitting together at the dining table. The dishes cooked by Jena are very tempting tongue, shape and aroma illustrates how delicious this beautiful woman's cuisine is. Agam smiled happily, once only in the wish to sit and eat together at the dining table, now his beautiful woman even provides dishes cooked by herself.

Gibran, the man is shocked to find the view of love from Agam to Jena. Back in his consciousness, he should not have stayed in this residence, he should have obeyed Adila's invitation to return to their residence in the middle of the city. Look, now he is like a mosquito repellent circlet in the corner of the house, watching the intimacy of two people in this love drunk with a smoky heart.

Picking up the plate and filling it with white rice, Jena gasped when the object in her hand was forcibly taken by Gibran.

"Hey!!," exclaimed Jena showering her younger brother with a sharp glare. Instead of responding, Gibran took all the dishes into the dish.

"Bro! are you very hungry? you take too many side dishes!," protested Agam could not just stare at Gibran's behavior.

"Gibrans! you deaf?."

This time Gibran glanced at the elder brother"I'll eat upstairs, eating with you here makes my eyes hurt."

Agam rounded both eyes"Why? did your eyes put sand in while playing with water?."

"Don't be pretentious, just keep looking, keep smiling. Aish!! I wasn't sure I could last longer staying in this house," Gibran took a big step, heading for the fridge to fetch mineral water.

Finally Jena realized, whether it was jealousy, or envy, it turns out Gibran did not want to eat together because of the intimacy of himself and Agam.

Jena chuckled amusedly, her eyes following Gibran's steps towards the top floor. While Agam, the man laughed with satisfaction, making a frown on Gibran's face more noticeable.

After Gibran's departure, Jena and Agam now live at the dinner table. Agam more freely grabbed Jena's hand and opened his palm.

"Good line of hands" he said down the line on Jena's palm.

"What's so good?."

Like a palmist, Agam looked seriously at his wife's palm"In addition to a pretty face, you were born with the talent of a chef. Here, it says you're very good at cooking, and your cooking will leave a deep impression on the audience."

"Hupfff," spontaneously Jena laughed, a laugh that seemed to doubt the words of Agam.

The man looked back at Jena"Darling, are you doubting your own talent?."

"Hehehe, never mind, don't praise me too much. You haven't tasted even one of these dishes."

Agam picked up the plate, handed the thing to Jena"I can't wait to taste all these dishes," the gaze was full of love. Unceasingly a sweet smile rose on the man's face.

However, the smile faded when he tasted the processed soup of the wife.

"Hem, what's so good? you're speechless" said Jena as she returned from drinking water.

I told you, your cooking must be very memorable," the man seemed to enjoy the results of the wife's cooking. Devouringly, Agam continued to enjoy the soup.

"Once your babble, it's not the first time you've tasted my cooking, well. Even though so far more of you have cooked than me," Jena laughed, there was a feeling of guilt tucked into her.

Having a second marriage, with a man younger than her, Jena had thought that she would be more extra in serving her husband's stomach. But apparently, the thought that had made the woman afraid, was inversely proportional to reality. Agam, precisely the man often provides dishes for his beloved wife.

"You're my dearest woman, you're my priority."

"I'm really curious, what you want when you are pregnant," said Jena took a plate for her.

"Why?," Agam held the plate as Jena was about to take the rice.

"You are very kind, gentle, you are also very good at taking my heart," Jena's eyes look sad, after the sharp pebbles become the foundation of his life, as well, it was unexpected that she was treated so well by her second husband.

As soon as Agam rubbed Jena's soft cheek"Jenaira, you're forgetting one thing."

Jena looked at Agam closely"What?."

"In addition to being good at taking your heart, I am also handsome," Agam put his fingers under his chin, posing like a cowboy who had perfectly fired his bullets.

Holy hooch! Jena chuckled, the look of a sad face returned cheerful again. Jena was well aware of her manly good looks, only she did not think Agam was so narcissistic about sculpting the divine on his face.

"Oh, of course, you're very handsome. But should it be more clear to you? wouldn't it be more charming if you just relaxed."

Agam made to blush embarrassed by Jena's speech. But after seeing such a sincere smile and laughter on his wife's face, Agam did not mind if he had to behave like that at a later time.

After the laughter subsided, Jena again wanted to pick up the dish.

"Why? not only do you want to enjoy my cooking, I want to."

"Hemm..," Agam played his fingertips on the table.

"Can this vegetable soup be just for me?" he said again.

"You."

"You can take another dish. I just want this vegetable soup" said Agam. The man moved the bowl of soup in front of him, then wrapped his hands together as a sign the dish was his.

That attitude invites questions in Jena's mind, what's with the processed vegetables. So, Jena tried to take over the dish from Agam, but ended up failing.

"I also want it so much, vary with me," he could have gotten the soup from his pancake, but he was more interested in the soup that Agam was avoiding.

Remembering a story of the Prophet, Agam smiled a little and then pulled Jena's chair to get closer to him.

"Well, if you want it so badly," put the bowl of soup in front of the wife.

Jena brought the plate closer, took a little soup and immediately enjoyed it with a little rice.

"Huekkk!!!," the woman's body shuddered, the soup sauce felt like a saline solution. At his sight Agam who was biting his lips stared at him.

"Why are you still eating it? this soup is so salty."

"Well..but this soup is your cooking," said Agam poured drinking water for his wife.

"Agam..you should just say that my cooking is not good!."

"It's not bad, you're just excess seasoning alone.it can still be fixed."

Jena immediately drank the drink that Agam put in his mouth.

"Breaky, there's only a taste of salt" Jena said after drinking the water.

"Kak Jenaaaaa!!!," cried Gibran from upstairs.

Agam rubbed his face, the battle hilal of two brothers had begun to feel. Jena rubbed her nape, then smiled wryly at Agam.

"She's definitely going berserk" Jena said.

"No, it was my fault. I wasn't focused on cooking the soup, it seemed like my mind was being divided with the unfinished script of the novel" Jena said. In fact, after being remembered, Jena accidentally added so much salt when she saw Agam was carrying the surfboard back from the beach. In a wet state, and messy hair due to being swept away by the wind. Ckckckckck!

There was a noise from upstairs, Gibran came with a plate of rice and a lot of side dishes.

"Ka!!," he jolted.

"Sorry," Jena apologized immediately. He knew Gibran would definitely nag him at length.

"Ck!!!," she was actually about to nag.

"Here you go, only the soup is a little salty. We can still enjoy the other dishes.

Frowning, Gibran who was looked at sharply by Agam finally did not prolong the problem. Putting aside the salty soup, they continued eating with other dishes only.

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"Tomorrow, you'll be picked up for lunch together."

Arkan placed the flat object on the nightstand. Tiredness is increasingly felt after reading messages from people who are avoided.

Jake, the messenger, is the head of a dark world plot he has long abandoned. After leaving the plotters, Arkan is desperate to deal back with them. But lately Jake is back in his life, disturbing the peace of an Arkan.

"You won't get the peace if you just avoid it, you should face it, finish it until it's back to normal."

Zafirah's words ring in Arkan's memory, but if you have to see Jake.... Arkan is not ready. I don't know what Jake wants from him, given the business he's in, Arkan isn't sure Jake just wants to meet him.

"Arkan," Abian's appearance makes Arkan's body squealed.

"Well, what's the matter?" she turned to Abian, the man standing at the door.

"Dad wants to talk" said a heavy sigh"This is about your uncle."

"Bastian?,"

Abian nodded"Also the material that reached the location, does not correspond to what he has reported to father."

Then, Arkan invites the father to sit together on the balcony of the room"Along this time, Arkan asks someone to watch his movements, father."

"Dad is the same" Abian said.

"Lantas, what did you find?."

"Many, in addition to still dealing with the woman who damaged Jena's household, she's also in the business of prohibited goods."

"Huh? prohibited items?."

Abian asks Arkan to defuse the voice"Don't let this be known to your mother. He'll definitely tell your appointment."

"Isn't that better father," Arkan now spoke half in whisper.

"No need, the brothers will only add to our headaches" complained Abian.

"Oh, but dad, I didn't think he'd go into the illegal business, dad."

"Over this time we only see from the appearance, we do not know how rotten his heart," said Abian massaging the temple, making his forehead more wrinkled.

Arkan fixed his seat, got closer to the father then whispered"Don't you know the land that aunty ane has changed its name."

Whisper the son successfully made both of Abian's eyeballs round"Lantas, your daughter agreed?."

"Tante doesn't know that."

"How could it be?!," Abian growled, there really have been many losses that their family had suffered because of Tian.

Arkan tells about Anderson's plot, about Anderson's people who are tricking Tian's bad sense. If Tian dares to fool Ane, then there is still Arkan in control behind him.

Abian chuckles amusedly"So, you're working on it?."

Arkan laughs amusedly, thanks to the actions of Arkan, now Abian can be a little relieved. At least Ane's assets are still awake.

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Adhan reverberated in the beach residence, Agam immediately took ablution water, first from Jena.

Jena glanced mischievously at Agam, she stood in front of Agam without intending to make room for him to pass by.

"Why? hurry up and get some water, I'll wait upstairs."

"Not yet iqomah, why don't you take more ablution water," he said, making both of Agam's eyebrows linked up.

"Jenaira...., what are you thinking," from his wife's slanted smile, Agam began to feel the disturbance that his wife would do.

"Hehehe" and sure enough, Jena was about to touch Agam's arm.

"Darling!" jolted Agam"I've been ablutioning!."

"The clean water stock here is very abundant, there is no harm in taking ablution water again, right?" he smiled widely.

"Jenairaaa," Agam was cornered onto the door leaf of the veranda. Boldly, Jena teased about to cancel her husband's ablution.

"Hey, already in prayer time, we must not stall for time" said Agam trying to stop the messiness of his wife.

"Not buying time, not yet iqomah."

Wanting to feel Agam immediately pulled Jena's cheeks, again his wife acted like a child.

"Jenairaaaa," Agam screeched as Jena pulled the edge of his shirt.

Jena was so happy to prank Agam, some of their time spent just joking. Until the sound of the iqomah, also the voice of a deheman from a Gibran.

"Ehem!!! pray first! please dong, I also want to take ablution water," he said feeling the burden of living with Jena and Agam.

To be continued...

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