Dusk Rainbow

Courage Fadhil

Weekend is the day that Devan awaits, today he is free from the shackles of work and also children. Before leaving for Turkey, the father and mother deliberately brought all his grandchildren to stay at home. Raisya has provided milk to be taken there and also baby sitter. 

What Devan expects this time, is just happiness and adding to the child. Providing comfort to the wife, creating warmth to make the family more harmonious. 

The coveted family is complete, three children and a wife are sholeh, wealth is abundant, and now Devan is increasing his faith to be able to maintain the grace given by God. 

Devan who had been staring at the ceiling of his room turned to look at Raisya who was still sleeping by his side. 

"Dear wake!" Devan stroked Raisya's cheek gently and then flicked his blanket. Instantly he gulped his saliva with great difficulty looking at the clothes his wife was wearing. 

Since when did she wear lingerie?

Devan scratched his non-itchy head. He remembered before the two were in bed. 

A very good opportunity. 

He got off the bed and closed the window curtain, after which he laid his body on the side of Raisya. 

"Honey, I want to" he whispered. 

Raisya just moaned and moved position, he buried his face in Devan's chest.

Without the cue Devan began his action, he wrapped Raisya and traced every inch of the woman's face with his lips. 

Raisya opened her eyes, she looked at Devan who was already busy exploring her neckline. 

"Sister, slow down" said Raisya as Devan bit his chest. 

After a full moon, Raisya finally received Devan's gentle treatment while in bed. He could do nothing but be silent. 

In a matter of minutes, Devan has stripped Raisya of his clothes and clothes. Now the two just wrapped his body with a thick blanket. 

"Sister, slow down," Raisya's pinta again, somehow she felt shudder when she felt that touch, unlike before giving birth, now there was fear when Devan started to stretch his legs. 

"Why You?" devan asked as he looked at Raisya's two hands clutching the bed sheet tightly. 

Raisya shook her head without a sound, she grabbed the niche of Devan's neck and fused her lips together again. 

Seeing his wife's pale-looking face, Devan undoes his intention, he again gives sensation to Raisya's body to eliminate fear. 

Finally the erotic voice he wanted to hear was slid from Raisya's lips, until Devan continued the action. 

Nearly half an hour later, Devan fell on Raisya, spilling his seed back in his wife's womb. 

"Sister, splinter down! You're heavy." 

Raisya pushed Devan's burly body. 

After shifting his body and lying on Raisya's side, Devan pulled the blanket over and covered his entire body. 

The two catch their breath, Devan rubs the sweat that soaks Raisya's face and then kisses her forehead. 

"Now sleep, I will pick up the children, Devan said. 

Raisya silently unraveled the searing pain down there. 

After a break of almost an hour, Raisya prepared to go out. He could not bear to let Devan to Mother's house alone. Moreover, this was the first time the triplet went far away from him and it made Raisya unsettled. 

Before going to the mother's house, Devan and Raisya stopped by the Mall, it's been a long time they did not clear their minds, and this time they want to shop for household needs and others. 

Devan and Raisya break into a children's toy store, both like newlyweds enjoying their time together. 

Undoubtedly Devan drank milk boxes while walking, they were like a new kasmaran and showed off his affection in public, occasionally Devan's hands pointed at the luxurious clothes displayed in the mannequin lined up. 

"Sir, I'm hungry" said Raisya, he was tempted when he saw the seafood restaurant in the mall. 

"Yes, we eat first, it was sucked," said Devan naughty. 

Raisya ignored her husband's words, because if all that happened it would be long. 

Devan and Raisya sat in the middle, they immediately ordered two servings of sweet sour squid. 

After a few minutes, waitress came with Raisya's order. However, this time he did not focus on the food, but rather the beautiful girl who sat among the other visitors 

"Sister, it's like Syifa." Raisya's hand pointed at the back of the girl wearing a white robe and a black hijab. 

"Where?" Devan stared towards the index finger Raisya pointed at.

Devan moved from his seat, making sure that what Raisya said was right. 

"Did I see wrong?"

"No, he's Syifa, and it looks like Fadhil." The meeting that only once made Devan slightly forget the face of the man. 

Why are the two of them here, didn't you say you can't date first. 

"Darling, you wait here, I samperin them."

Raisya held Devan's wrist and stopped her stepping foot. 

 

"So don't be so fierce, pity Asyifa, she'll be ashamed to see people." 

Devan nodded in understanding. 

The sound of crisp laughter pierced through Devan's eardrum which pecked behind his youngest sister. The girl looked happy as Fadhil launched his words of mutter. 

Heeemmm

Devan cleared his throat and folded his hands together. 

Asyifa looked up and looked at Devan's serious face. 

"Ka…. Brother," said Asyifa nervously. 

Fadhil moved and straightened his head, his hands clasped each other, his face brave when faced with Devan. 

"What are you guys here for?" ask Devan to investigate. 

Asyifa shifted her body, keeping her distance from Fadhil. 

"We are just eating, brother," replied Fadhil straightforwardly. He gathered his courage considering there was a woman he had to protect.

"Have you permission for me?" devan asked Fadhil. 

"Already, Brother. Dad allows, as long as the return later is not too late," replied Fadhil as it is. 

Devan patted Fadhil's shoulder three times and smiled. 

"You know the consequences if anything happens to Asyifa?" devan warned. 

Fadhil raised his hand a sign of respect. 

"Ready, Brother. I dare to take responsibility for Ashifa's safety" Fadhil replied clearly. 

Oh Allah, the ideal husband. 

Asyifa looked at Fadhil from the side, the greatly admired man was already daring to defend her in front of her brother. 

"But sorry, for now the family can not allow Asyifa free, she is still in school and must go to college."

Fadhil nodded in understanding. 

"Where are you at school?" 

Fadhil takes the card out of his shirt pocket and thrusts it towards Devan.

Devan accepted it and read it in his heart. 

Military academy student air force.

"It really is yours?" ask Devan to make sure. 

"Look at the name, brother. Fadhil Ibrahim, that means it's mine."

Devan mangosteen. 

"Hopefully successful, Devan extended his hand towards Fadhil. 

The man receives Devan's hand and kisses him. 

"Thank you, brother."