Dusk Rainbow

Dare to be honest

Since the application event, Syakila's heart continues to pound. He felt a new sensation in his life. Despite being quite far apart, Afif continued to show his attention over the phone.

The wedding day is set for another month to make Syakila more confident with Afif's love. They had just known, but the kindness of the man was beyond doubt, even Afif had dared to promise his father to look after him for life.

The smile from earlier continued to expand it instantly dimmed considering the familiarity of the Afif family with Raisya. Syakila put the phone in her hand. For a moment, she wondered the extent of Raisya's relationship with her future husband.

"Here Raisya's brother and Afif attended college at the same place, they were also friends. Maybe because Mas Afif had invited Raisya to play at his house, so his mother knew him well" he murmured. 

Syakila tried to convince her heart to think positively. During this time he also saw no signs of a special relationship between Afif and Raisya other than old friends.

Syakila stared at the clock that was coiled around her wrist. It turned out that lunch hour, as usual he chose to go out of his room to find food outside rather than having to get special services from the hospital.

Before descending, Syakila stared at the tightly closed room of Raisya, for some reason her feet moved to want to go there. 

"Sister," cried Syakila accompanied by knocking on the door.

"Just in, not locked," said Raisya from the inside.

After obtaining permission, Syakila opened the door of Raisya's room. It seemed that her brother-in-law was busy with some papers in front of her.

"Are you still busy?" tanya Syakila took a peek at some of the results of the patient's condition report.

"Yes, anyway. What the hell are you here for? Usually also do not invite if lunch," Raisya said while tidying up some work tools that are still scattered on his desk. 

"Usually Devan's brother came here, even I am often disappointed because my brother continues with him." Syakila reversed the fact, if all this time Raisya is always lucky, while he must be willing to become a living statue when he saw their affection.

"Today Brother Devan can not come here, he again meets with father, yesterday was angry because it is not serious."

"That's your husband, brother, take it."

Syakila moved from her seat towards the sink, washed her hands and wiped them dry.

"First betrothed I've already accepted it. I never looked at his ugliness, but I always saw Devan's brother on the bright side" Raisya explained.

"Did you ever make friends with Afif mas?"

Deg

That question was able to make Raisya freeze. His chest suddenly tightened like a big rock. Until Risya took a deep breath, supplying oxygen to be able to breathe properly.

Raisya still with her back to Syakila, the girl looked at Raisya's face from the mirror reflection.

God, I have to answer what, I dare not be honest with Syakila, if brother Devan is here, surely he would help me. 

"Lumayan."

Finally Raisya could give a floating answer. I don't know what is meant by the word tolerable, which certainly it can free up fear and doubt on him.

Raisya turned around and approached Syakila who was standing by leaning against her desk. Not trying to hide the reality that has ever happened. But Raisya just wanted to bury all the memories that had been interwoven between himself and Afif, and for him Syakila did not need to know.

"Why indeed?" ask Raisya.

Syakila played her pink nails and pursed her lips.

"It looks like mama mas Afif really likes big brother, will she also like me?"

Raisya smiled broadly, "It is certain that the Afif family is very good. They are easily familiar with anyone, especially you. Beautiful, kind, polite. I'm sure in an instant you can win the heart of Aunt Ilma" Raisya assured.

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Still in Raisya's room, precisely at four in the afternoon

Raisya hugged Devan who had just entered his room. He could not help but feel the kangen mixed up in his chest from the morning.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" devan asked quietly, pulling the tie wrapped around his neck without taking off Raisya's circular hand, herding his wife towards the special room at the back of his study, then returning the hug warmly.

There was no answer until the room was quiet.

Devan stroked Raisya's back and kissed her forehead, if it was this silent, there must be something that his wife harbored.

"Now you're telling me, what's the matter?" devan asked subtly, taking off his shoes with one leg in turn, then sitting on the edge of the bed with Raisya's body in his lap.

Raisya released her hand giving space for Devan to move. As usual, Devan took off Raisya hijab, according to him he could more freely see the beautiful face of the girl. 

"Sister, I feel guilty as Syakila, he asked about my relationship with Afif, but I was not honest. I'm afraid, brother," said the spoiled Raisya. 

Devan took off his suit and threw it towards the middle of the bed. Unraveling the tiredness that enveloped him all day.

That distinctive body fragrance instantly burst into Raisya's nasal cavity. Until the woman further drowned her face in the niche of Devan's neck. Several times Raisya breathed in the scent of sweat mixed with the rest of the inherent perfume, which she currently likes from her husband's body.

"Don't be too late thinking about that, I'm sure Syakila won't raise this matter."

Devan grabbed a half-grain bottle of mineral water and gulped it down until it ran aground. The sound of the gulp made Raisya look up at Jakun Devan up and down.

"That's my mark, why drink it?" raisya Protest.

"I'm thirsty, if I don't drink this water, what do you drink?" His eyes glanced at Raisya's breast which was covered in a white coat, but the skin of his white chest was slightly exposed. Until Devan landed his vision there. 

Raisya followed where Devan's eyes glanced, and Raisya immediately pushed Devan's chest until the man staggered back and lay with his legs tilted down. 

"Bad brother," cried Raisya with a pinch on Devan's stomach.

Devan laughed when he saw Raisya's red-collected face holding in shame, and that to him was adorable.

Devan pulls Raisya's body still on top of his thigh and turns to rest on it.

The two looked at each other at close range, even Devan's warm breath swept across every inch of Raisya's face.

Devan stalling his hand pulled the niche of Raisya's neck and linked his lips, his chest touching each other at a speed that exceeded normal limits.

Raisya let go of her kiss.

"Sister, this is a hospital, what if someone comes in?"

Devan got up and walked to the door and locked it. 

"It's not working hours, so we're free to do anything, it's a private room anyway."

Devan opened his shirt and showed his athletic body.