Dusk Rainbow

First day of work

Raisya could not help but laugh as Devan's hand continued to infiltrate his clothes. It seems like the man never gets tired of continuing his actions that end in fatigue.

"Sister.." cried Raisya while pushing Devan's body to stagger and lay down beside him. He was upset because Devan did not let him calm down.

Devan ignored the spoiled voice. Anyway this morning he had to get a ration before leaving.

"Let's be late." 

Raisya flicked the blanket and shifted her body to the edge, almost getting off the bed, Devan pulled her tiny body from behind. He wrapped both his hands around Raisya's stomach, his lips continued to kiss her shoulders, and it was a success to make Raisya lulled.

"Sister, I'll be late" said Raisya slowly, holding something turbulent down there.

Devan stared at the clock on the nightstand.

"There's still an hour left, I'll do it quickly" whispered Devan.

Remembering the activity last night that spent an hour more makes Raisya afraid to repeat itself.

Raisya turned her body and stared fixedly at Devan's eyes that were filled with passion. She does not want to disappoint her husband and will continue to keep her promises that have been said in her heart.

"I want to, but I promise, just for a moment" Raisya replied quietly as she raised two fingers. 

Devan sparingly did the action, the man did it as shiny as possible because of the very minimal time to play around.

An amazing morning sport, Devan grew more adept with his movements, and now he no longer heard the screams of Raisya, which there was only the sound of de*sham tempestuous.

Thirty minutes passed, both of them could only fall down while adjusting their breaths, Devan helped Raisya wipe the sweat that still flooded his face.

•

The narrowing down time makes Devan and Raisya even more nervous.

Raisya wears a hijab and make up in the car, he also helps Devan tidy up his appearance which is still ambiguous.

"Today's your first brother's job, but it's too late. I'm sure dad will be angry," Raisya said while drying Devan's hair, while Samg empu was busy with the steering wheel.

"There may be an angry father, if he did that, I would say, at home too busy," Devan denied.

The streets are getting crowded make Devan upset because he had to slow down the speed of his car. Fifteen minutes left and make sure he's late.

Raisya snorted, she did not understand how to talk seriously with her husband, because Devan had always responded with jokes.

"What if you ask? "What's busy, aren't you unemployed?" Raisya imitates the heavy voice of Mahesa's father. 

Devan laughed as he grabbed Raisya's hand, linked his five fingers and kissed her.

"That's easy, I just have to say. My father's daughter-in-law and I are producing my father's and mother's grandchildren, and that's the exact time in the morning when the sun comes up." 

Check, the face of Raisya who had been meronna more reddened with embarrassment with Devan who always chimed in his words with absurd answers.

Raisya breathed with relief, finally the car he was riding in arrived in front of the hospital. Not taking it for granted with Raisya who just kissed the back of his hand, Devan grabbed Raisya's wrist which almost opened the car door. 

"What else, brother?" ask Raisya antisuas. 

Devan lands his index finger on the lip, giving Raisya the code to do something that has recently become opium. 

"All right, mother's son."

Raisya leaned her head and kissed Devan's lips gently. 

After being satisfied, Devan switches who kisses both cheeks of Raisya alternately.

•

"Sir, here's my car key." Devan threw his car keys at the guard, not caring about the echoing greetings of the staff, which he had in mind right now was the horned father.

May father be filthy and not scold me.

Devan presses the general elevator button. For him there was no difference between them, even though he was the son of the owner of the place, Devan remained humble like his mother.

The elevator door opened, Devan immediately entered, along with a woman following him from behind. 

"For Devan," said Iyun, one of the best employees in Mahesa's father's office.

"Morning too." Devan glanced at Iyun who was clutching some proposals on his chest. 

"Have you come? ask Devan.

Iyun smiled faintly. 

"Already, Mas. Now I also want to go to his room," answered Iyun kindly, he stood a little back, feeling bad already being in an elevator with his boss-to-be. 

After the elevator opened, Devan went straight out into the father's room, still followed by Iyun from behind. 

"Assalamualaikum.." said Devan as he knocked on his father's door.

"Waalaikumsalam, comein!" father's voice from within.

Iyun smiled, he was amazed when he heard the greeting of the man in front of him.

Devan opened the door slowly, there was a sudden fear, his heart kept beating when he saw the father who was busy with some documents in front of him.

"Dad thought you weren't coming" Mahesa's father said without looking.

Devan sat down in front of his father, while Iyun stared at the side of the table.

"I'm sorry, sir, there are some documents to sign" Iyun said. 

Dad took off his glasses and glanced towards Devan who lowered his head.

"From today Devan will be in charge, so I leave it to him." 

Devan rounded his eyes. He did not believe, on his first day of work, the father had given a very big trust.

"Dad don't want failure, be careful before you sign it!"

For the sake of the wife who kept waiting for him to obey the father, Devan had to carry out the order.

"I'm sorry, sir." Iyun left father's room. Now only Devan and Mahesa's father live in the room.

Devan began to open one by one the map in front of him. Sometimes he asked his father something he did not understand.

"When you lose to the twins, he's good at doing business" taunted Mahesa's father as he patted Devan's shoulder from the side.

Several times the father oversaw the performance of his two sons, because they are currently still interns at one of his companies, and the father also taught Daffa and Daffi to be consistent and serious. 

"It's okay, the important thing is that I'm better at the bed" Devan said slowly, but still my father could hear clearly.

Dad furrowed his brows. Devan, who has been known to be quiet, also inherited his perverted soul.

I'm sorry, Van. From the womb until now you have to experience violence. But I'm doing all this for your own good, I just don't want you to go down the wrong path like you used to.