Dusk Rainbow

Guilt

Devan continued to rub the top of Raisya's head that was leaning against his chest. The woman still left a sobbing that occasionally made her body tremble. Her guilt peaked when she remembered herself who always thought of Alisa, very human if Devan continues to make mistakes. For, however, he is only a human being who never escapes from sin.

"I'm sorry." That's the only word that keeps on saying that accompanies a car passing through a crowded street.

Devan looks outwards, and it seems like he and Raisya need refreshing, this time Devan wants to avoid Alisa before a fact proves the identity of the girl.

"Fa, I don't think I'm going to the boutique."

Daffa just nodded, he knew which place was most suitable for his brother and sister-in-law.

After a while Daffa parked his car in the lobby of his father's hotel.

"Let's tell mom and dad that me and Raisya will sleep here."

"Good, Brother." All answered in unison.

Daffa got off to help Devan open the car door. Meanwhile, Devan immediately lifted Raisya's tiny body and took her to the elevator.

Accompanied by a security guard, Devan arrives at his favorite room. Luxury rooms on the top floor, balcony rooms that directly connect with the big city add to the beautiful atmosphere of the place.

Devan laid Raisya's body slowly, he did not want to disturb his wife who momentarily closed his eyes.

Slowly Devan took off the high heels that wrapped his wife's feet and pulled the bag that still adorned his hands.

Just turning her body, Raisya's hand grabbed her wrist.

"Don't leave me," Raisya said in a hoarse voice.

Devan knelt on the edge of the bed, aligning his face with Risya's face that looked withered.

"I'm not going anywhere, I just want to lock the door" said Devan stroking the back of Raisya's hand.

After Devan locked the door, he lay down next to Raisya, behind his wife who was tilting her body.

With his carelessness Devan buried his face in the niche of Raisya's neck to make the woman laugh amusedly.

"What do you think about until you cry?" devan asked, starting at the point.

Raisya twisted his body until the two sat up.

"Does sister still love Alisa?" raisya asked as she looked at Devan's eyes in turn.

"So you're jealous?"

Raisya just silent, Red Rona began to appear on the face of Raisya, which wife is not jealous if her husband thinks of other women, such is his grumbling in heart.

"No, there is only you in my heart, and any woman will not be able to shift that position, I was just surprised, why Alisa can be the same om Andre and Aunt Aida? What is their relationship. Alisa's family lives in Turkey, not here."

"If not a relative of the mother, maybe Alisa a relative of Om Andre, was not her mother Alisa also an indo?"

Devan nodded, "Yes, she's my ex-wife."

"And you're dating his son's ex-wife's father."

The sound of crisp laughter filled the room of the very luxurious hotel. 

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Devan cancels to stay at the hotel, he chooses to go home to the mother, inexplicably the presence of Alisa this morning makes his heart continue to be awkward and want to know the truth.

"Where are mom and dad?" devan asked staring at the tightly closed main room door.

"They just went into the room, said there was something you wanted to talk about."

Devan mangosteen understands.

"You're here first, let me meet your father and mother."

In the room filled with anxiety.

"Mas, how long will you be like this. Devan's happy with Raisya, a problem that never gets revealed again."

"But bund, every time I saw Devan, my father continued to feel guilty, not only in the womb he suffered because of me, but at birth I did not accuse him, even until marriage must be by choice of father."

Mother sat down beside the father and stroked his broad shoulders. As a wife, the mother is also anxious when the father continues to be silent regretting his actions in the past. As if it was endless and always haunted his life.

"But now that he was happy, all this time the affection of the father was enough to make him a good man. Don't think about it anymore. Now we can only see Devan fighting with Raisya."

"Mother is right" said a heavy voice from the outside. Mother and Father turned their heads at the same time staring at the figure who was already standing upright in the doorway.

"Devan," exclaimed the surprised father. His chest felt tight as he looked at Devan who was smiling bitterly and walked slowly towards him.

"Mistakes make us aware and can put ourselves where we should be. You once wasted me, and maybe that's very unfair to a child. But what good is regret, all will not be able to turn back time. You can only redeem it with affection for me."

Dad approaches Devan eroding the distance between the two. "Do you want to forgive, Father?" said father with trembling lips.

Devan glanced at the mother at a glance and then returned to his father who was in front of him.

"I have no reason not to forgive my father. I want to thank you for giving me the rainbow in my heart. The rainbow that colored my life."

Father and Devan embraced, the prayer that always chanted mother granted. The woman felt that she had received multiple rewards from her sacrifices all along. 

"Thank you for your mother, for she you are in this world."

"How is it?" ask Devan.

Dad shrugged both shoulders a sign of not understanding.

Devan immediately lifted the body and took her out.

Suddenly the whole family clapped to see Devan's ridiculous action. 

"Devan put mom down! Are you gonna embarrass me?" shouted the mother while patting Devan's chest which was still wrapped in a leather jacket.

Syakila and the others laughed towards Devan who had arrived in the living room.

"Don't be ashamed, remember! Nine more months, I was in Mother's stomach. Not to mention the time of the baby, Mother must be troubled to take care of me and my sisters, then every morning Mother prepares breakfast for me and them." Devan turned his head towards his younger siblings lined up in front of him.

"And what can I do besides this?" Mother still covered her face, it felt like a clown who was playing magic until everyone focused on her.

"Do you want to be carried like you?" haggling the twins.

Dad pointed at his chest with his index finger.

"Yes dad, if you want me and Daffi can too."

Dad just patted his eel, rather than hit the target like his wife, he chose to sit in the family room while watching his favorite movie.