Dusk Rainbow

Task plan

Not as planned, Dhuhur prayer, eating and then resting, in fact not like that, after eating a meal with a large family, Fadhil was immediately gangred by his nephew. The Fadhil and Ashifa families gathered so that the atmosphere of the hotel was very crowded.

Raisya approached Fadhil and the children who were beside the place to eat. They continued to laugh as Fadhil moved his hand down the holicopter he had been riding with Asyifa.

"Hey, honey, take a break from Fadhil."

Raisya forbade Farid and Farhan from embracing Fadhil. He tried to take her away, but the boy still chuckled and wanted to play with his Om.

"No papa brother, just say yes." 

Fadhil kissed his nephews in turn, although Asyifa repeatedly told them their names, he was still confused and mistaken when mentioning them. 

"But they are very troublesome, later you are tired," Raisya added.

"So, no papa, better brother and sister Devan just rest, pity the baby's grandpa, from the morning on the field." 

Hearing that word, Devan's perverted brain immediately reacted, he could not stand if he did not spoil his wife in bed, just a day did not do that, he felt something was lacking. Moreover, the event was very draining and mind, he needed refreshing to calm down.

"Tell Fadhil, let us rest, let him take the children." 

Instantly Raisya pinched Devan's waist. 

"That's what you want" Raisya told Devan. 

Asyifa came carrying pieces of fruit, as usual, Fadhil always ate it after lunch. Before marriage, Ashifa has memorized all the needs of Fadhil while at home including, favorite foods and clothes.

Almost thirty minutes into the game, Farid finally yawned, his eyes narrowed and his body began to collapse in Fadhil's chest, while the others kept quiet from exhaustion.

Mother Sabrina approached Fadhil and held Farida in her arms. 

"Later in the night you and Syifa sleep here, if at home they are afraid of being bullied by children again" said the mother.

Fadhil smiled, he moved Zahra's tiny body on the sofa and raised Fairuz.

"They're not interrupting, Mother. Just play," said Fadhil. 

The phone on the desk rang, and it was Fadhil's. He grabbed his phone and took it away. 

Fadhil went into his room without closing the door, he stuck his flat object in his ear and sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Good day commander," Fadhil said straightforwardly, much different from talking to his mother, showing her decisiveness. 

"Just, next week there's a task, so I just remind you, don't forget."

"Every commander, I will not forget."

"But this time it will be a long time, maybe up to three months."

At once Fadhil's eyes were perfectly rounded.

"Three months" repeated Fadhil.

"Yes, you're the only one who's reliable."

Fadhil's eyes glazed over, if it had been a very short time before, not for the time being for him who already had a wife. 

"Ready commander," replied Fadhil quietly.

The connection was cut off, Fadhil put his phone on the bed and massaged the base of his nose. 

Asfiya who deliberately listened from the side of the door also broke into tears, but previously she had promised and was ready with the consequences of being the wife of a TNI.

Ashifa entered with a sweet smile. 

Fadhil smiled and opened his wife's hijab. 

After just being able to see the beautiful face of Ashifa without hijab, now he is free to kiss and hug her.

"Next week there's an assignment, so we'll split up."

Asyifa could no longer hold back her tears, she hugged Fadhil and spilled a clear liquid on the man's chest.

Fadhil smiled, even though his heart ached to leave the woman he loved, he had to remain enthusiastic because it was also his duty as a state servant.

"Don't cry dong, usually I also often go, right. Three months is a very short time, and after that I go home."

Fadhil stroked Ashifa's trembling back. He continued to kiss the woman's cheek gently, and occasionally gave her a message, what to do when she left.

Asyifa's cry eased slightly leaving occasional sobs that stunned Fadhil. 

"Before I go, what do you ask?" fadhil is calming.

Asyifa took off her embrace. He stared intently at Fadhil's eyes.

"I'm just asking for time. Brother never leave me, one week you must accompany me, you must not go anywhere."

Fadhil pinched Ashifa's pampered nose, "Well baby, one week of my time is only for you, nothing will bother us." 

Fadhil grabbed his phone and typed something in there.

Sis, next week I have a task, for this week I have not been able to go home, pity Asyifa.

All right, please enjoy your bridal day, let me take care of you.

After getting a reply, Fadhil immediately put his lips together. He could no longer bear the sense of being absorbed.

For a moment, he took off his lips and stared at the door. 

"His door's locked?" ask Fadhil. 

Asyifa nodded silently. 

Fadhil laid his body on the bed, he let Ashifa be on it, the lips of the two are still clinging to each other, one hand Fadhil grabbed the back of Asyifa, while the other was busy removing the buttons of his wife's clothes.

If Fadhil usually warms up in the field before shooting practice, now he must do it in bed. Seeing that Asyifa was ready, Fadhil immediately started his action, he took what was rightfully his.

Not according to his expectations and not as easy as releasing bullets, Fadhil had to work hard when penetrating the goal, even sweat continues to pour along the hot struggle.

In a matter of minutes, Fadhil was able to master the body of Asyifa, the girl seemed to enjoy the game, although not how shrewd. In fact, Fadhil successfully brought his wife flying.

The instant pain turned into an incomparable pleasure, perhaps that was what Ashifa felt until he could not say anything. 

Fadhil has now taken the only treasure of Asyifa most valuable, the man who is lucky to get the youngest daughter of a Mahesa Rahardjo, even so many men who like it, he said, only Fadhil is able to penetrate and reside in the heart of Ashifa, although he was born of middle descent, does not become a barrier to Mahesh's father to still make him a son-in-law. 

Thank you with a soft voice adorning Asyifa's ears, the woman endured the pain but also felt something different after the release.

Asyifa immediately got up and grabbed her blanket, her hands fingered at the bottom there. 

"Sister, it was like you peed, but it wasn't wet" asked Asyifa plainly. 

Fadhil smiled, he grabbed Asyifa's body until it fell into his arms. 

"That's not a pee, honey. So do not worry, later if we do that again you will feel the same way," explained Fadhil who made Ashifa mangosteen. 

Fortunately, I didn't say it was embarrassing.