Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Not a love slave

A middle-aged woman rushed towards the grounds of the house as the son's car rang out there. Wearing a long negligee and also a long veil, women who are often called mothers by Agam comment on smiles when their views meet.

" Had been content to linger on the beach? I forgot my mom at home"

Agam pulled his first love into an embrace" Sorry beautiful, last night it rained very hard there. When the day subsides, it is very night" he still holds the mother who only laughs in her arms.

" Hem, mom already knows. How is Gibran doing? has he recovered from the fever?"

Agam rubbed gently on the back of the mother" She was healed, especially after hearing the voice of my beautiful mother's health is getting better" praise for the sake of unceasing praise Agam gave to the mother, and the mother, she keeps smiling while she is with him.

" You're good at praising, until when are you going to call your mother beautiful?"

" For ever, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. How Agam can stop calling the mother with that title while the beauty of the mother is always eternal"

Lady Nur Arabella laughed again, this time the woman let go of the embrace of the son while gently hitting the arm of the son" Your mouth ate too much orange candy, your words became too sweet Agam"

So Agam took out orange candy that he often brought everywhere" This candy? did you know that this candy finally met a person who really liked the taste of yesterday"

" Did you meet Jena?"

Agam nodded happily.

" What makes you happy? she's a married woman, remember Agam you can't keep liking her, look for other women who like you too" Arabella said, not knowing Jena's new status.

Agam sat down with Arabella on the porch sofa, playing purple teronia leaves on the table" Would you be angry if you got a widow's daughter-in-law?"

" Related! whatchu mean?" Arabella was surprised, it was unexpected that Agam would ask the question.

The man bowed his face" Agam only asked mother"

" Why are you so surprised by this question?" he continued to play green leaf leaves on flowers shaped like small bells.

" Mother should ask, why are you asking that? we're talking about Jena, right? does this have anything to do with him?"

The son simply nodded back. The answer made Arabella take a breath, so much did her son like Jena, the woman was even older than him.

" Jena has officially parted ways with the Gods, and now she lives in the beach house"

" How's mommy?" a gentle touch landed on Arabella's fingers, she could feel how sincere Agam's feeling of wanting to have Jena.

" Did she like you too?"

" So, I don't know mom"

" Did she know about how you felt about her?"

" No mother"

" Why are you asking your mother when you haven't talked to each other?"

" Agam will propose to her if you will"

A laugh rose on the mother's face, time passed, did not feel the son was an adult and thought of a marriage.

" Is the Iddah period over?"

" So you don't know"

" Agam, why are you in such a hurry? it's about marriage, you can't just step up without considering the many things behind it"

" What about Zafirah? early in the morning the girl delivered your favorite cake"

" Dorayaki?" ask Agam.

" With red bean stuffing in it" Arabella explained.

" Mother likes Zafirah?"

" She's a good girl, beautiful, meek, her voice is very merdua when teaching, another Agam, she's dressed covered" huh, Zafirah who was born and lived in a boarding environment is clearly good at teaching and wearing closed clothes. Zafirah is also a cheerful girl, not infrequently Arabella feels comforted when talking with her.

" Who doesn't like girls as sweet as Zafirah, he's also good at cooking, don't you often praise his pastries"

Agam was born in a family that is very thick with religion, since childhood when school holidays arrived Agam often sent his father to participate in lightning boarding activities at the Al-jannah boarding school, pesantren led by his father Zafirah.

There he learned many lessons about religion, and there Agam brought his two friends Angga and Gibran to explore religion more.

The closeness of the Agam and Kiyai Bahi families that has been established for a long time makes their children know each other. Agam who is a child who only considers Zafirah as a sister, while Zafirah is different, since the first encounter his heart has fallen in love with Agam.

" Didn't you want to consider Zafirah?"

" He is like a brother to Agam" he said.

" But you understand so much the attention he's been giving us all these years, he's always asking you questions when you're not here, son"

Agam speechless, it seems like the mother likes Zafirah more than Jenaira. Mother's happiness is her happiness, if this is how she should do?

Jena and Zafirah, two very different women. Although Jena is always a mess, the woman is much more attractive than Zafirah who is always graceful in her Muslim clothes. Honestly Agam dreamed of having a wife in a covered dress like Zafirah, but not necessarily Zafirah who became his wife right.

" You're not going to work?" reprimanded when Agam is confused.

" Ah, Agam will soon take a shower and go to work" without touching Zafirah's cake, the man darted towards his room.

" Don't forget to eat breakfast before going, son" mother half yelled because Agam immediately disappeared behind the door.

Instantly the head of the son poking out from behind the door" Agam already breakfast mother, enjoy grilled fish in the roar of the waves make breakfast so much more delicious"

The two eyebrows of Arabella collide with each other" You, eating fish? don't you like processed fish?"

" It was so before, but after Agam the flavors turned out to be a delicious grilled fish" there was a happy ripple behind his smile at that moment. What kind of fish did he eat until his face was so happy.

" You burned the fish yourself? or with Gibran? mother wants to know what seasonings you use, next time you will make grilled fish like that for you"

Hearing the name of Jena, Arabella so understand why Agam would eat the dish. What kind of love is perched in the heart of the son, so that the things he does not like can be received with a smile and laughter.

A whistling smile is heard accompanying Agam step out of the room, the favorite son of Arabella will soon go to work. Grabbing the mother's hand and kissing her reverence, a happy twinkle emanated brightly from the look in her eyes.

" Be careful on the road, son"

" Yes mother, Agam go first"

" A minute" he called.

" Later in the afternoon there is a study at the place of aunt Mira. Can you accompany your mother?"

" Of course you can, Agam is always ready to accompany the mother" accompany Arabella everywhere is often Agam do, no wonder if he is very familiar with the study friends as well as the mother's arisan friend. That's all he can do, when the father can not always be present to take care of the mother then he will always be faithful to fulfill it.

After saying hello and saying goodbye with Agam's favorite car to go to the biggest mall in the city. There are already Angga and Gibran, they are busy with their respective affairs. Without a seller Alhamdulillah their business is always in demand, plus their friendly and polite service to customers adds to the convenience of shopping in their place.

" Gibran, it looks like you've made a full recovery" Agam began to open up the conversation.

" Is it because Kanaya is taking care of you, she is even willing to cook for you. You're so lucky to have a woman like her, you better be quick to banish her" he continued.

" Halal, kosher" Gibran said. You think getting married is as easy as turning your palms. Honestly, I'm a little scared of marriage after Jena's return"

The goose chattered" What are you afraid of? kanaya should be afraid to marry you. You're so annoying, I'm also afraid that my cousin will die young if you marry me"

A story almost landed on Angga's forehead" Then why did you match them??"

The nimble gogga managed to dodge Agam's finger attack" Heitt!! I don't think their relationship will come to marriage" her hand fended off Agam's movements.

" But it's also fun to imagine Gibran enjoying Kanaya's cooking his entire life, hihihi" the laughter of an Angga sounded mocking.

" Stop laughing Angga, get those weird thoughts out of your mind" grumbled the friend.

" I'm not laughing" Angga said.

" You're obviously laughing at me!"

" Hahahah, not Gibran "the laughter is getting.

" We're talking about Gibran's wife-to-be's cooking, right, why are you guys fighting??"

Angga put his hand on Agam's shoulder, then started telling me" Do you know, Kanaya cuisine is very delicious"

While pointing at Gibran" Well, you're really lucky. Angga alone recognizes the enjoyment of Kanaya cuisine. Wait what else is Gibran"

Gibran hit Angga's head with a headset strap" If it's really good why did your face turn sour yesterday??"

" You even asked permission to go to the toilet right, I'm not sure you actually went to the toilet at that time" Gibran's tone could have been slightly restrained, not far from them many customers sort out the knick-knacks they have.

" Hehehe, sorry Gibran. I did actually go to the toilet, to spit out Kanaya's cooking there"

Agam looked at his two friends in turn" Right Gibran said, why did you spit it out if Kanaya cuisine is so delicious"

After finishing serving their customers" Thank you for your visit" said Angga then took a seat on the sofa.

" The aroma of the cooking is very fragrant, I was very tempted to taste it immediately. But when it came to my tongue, O Allah.sorry Gibran" Angga apologized first to Gibran.

" It's like drinking salt in the middle of the ocean, salty. So salty!" connect Angga. His body shuddered considering how salty Kanaya's cooking was.

" Hahahha, what about Gibran?" ask Agam.

" He ate it up" Angga's reply made Agam laugh again. While Gibran just silently looked at the behavior of his two friends. They seemed happy to know themselves to be their laughing stock.

For the sake of a taste called love, Gibran spent all the cooking that Kanaya served. Seeing the laughter painted on Kanaya's sweet face, the salty taste was nothing to her.

" You will not understand, for you have not tasted the pleasure of eating in a bribe by a maiden of love"

" Oh yeah??? you love slave, does salty cooking taste good to you??"

" Yes. But do you see, her smile never broke when she bribed me"

" His sweet smile turned that salty taste into something that tasted delicious. I can't even believe I managed to finish all the dishes" he glared at remembering what he was able to do yesterday.

" Look Gam, our best friend has gone mad for love"

Agam shakes his head, love is able to change anyone. Like him who eats fish deliciously, so does Gibran who is able to finish the salty dish in an instant.

" I understand your feelings a little bit in Kanaya's bribe" he finally said.

" That's how love is" Gibran said.

" Huweekkkk!!!, it turns out that not only is Gibran the slave of love, you are also Agam. Awh! fortunately, my holy heart did not yet know what love was, and hopefully I will never know love"

" Heh, love is anugera. What are you afraid of" protested Gibran, what is with Angga, never intertwined love makes his anti with that sweet sour feeling.

Angga shook his head many times" Let me not know love, than I should be enslaved to love"

" How can you marry if you don't know love"

" Clamp sandals only have a partner, then why am I upset about the couple? my soul mate will definitely come if the time comes. Maybe I will be more able to control that feeling if I have met my soul mate, at least if it is lust then it will be a field of reward for me and my wife later"

Angga is great too, despite not having any achievements in romance his point of view on love may as well.

There is a sense of awe in Agam to Angga, his thinking pattern is quite good. Agam so remembered the advice of Ali bin abi Talib "What is your destiny will find its way to meet you"

" Jena.may we find each other a way to meet" said Agam.

To be continued...

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