Dusk Rainbow

Dinner

Almost half a day Devan was on the balcony of his room. Deciphering the stories he had passed, a life full of puzzles and mysteries has now been answered already. Although not as expected, Devan felt that being with Raisya was the greatest gift of his life.

Devan pulled out his phone and went into the room. Several times he took a picture of Raisya who was still asleep in a thick blanket, only showing her very beautiful face, especially now Devan felt Raisya's body more contained, more and more contained, and that adds to the curvature of the woman's body getting more seductive.

"If you see his lips want me to bite," muttered Devan trembling while sticking his face right on the side of Raisya's face, until the two posed together.

"Sister," Suddenly the call accompanied by a knock on the door stopped its activity. Devan clucked and put his phone on the nightstand and opened the door.

"What's wrong?" asked Devan who only opened the door as wide as his face. His abnormal state made him afraid of Syakila who would inject him at any time.

"Mas Afif is coming, he wants to meet his sister" Syakila said shyly. Do not be asked, at this time his heart is struggling after having a chance to chat with his future husband for a moment.

"alone?" devan asked while looking at Raisya who was still asleep.

"Yes, his family's at the hotel."

"All right, I'll be down in a minute." Devan closed the door again, ignoring Syakila who was still staring at the door.

Devan approaches Raisya. Not forgetting that the man gave a soft kiss before leaving the room.

Downstairs

"Afif continued to carve a smile when he saw the busy Syakila at the dining table. Although he has not been able to forget Raisya completely, at least he has found Syakila, the girl who also made him fall in love in an instant.

Tonight there will be a meeting of two families at home, as a welcome of the new family, the father invites Afif and the others to dinner, he said,  no stranger if the lower room is very crowded with servants who do their activities.

"Have you been waiting?" devan asked, casting Afif's eyes still behind him.

"New, about ten minutes." Without further ado, Afif thrusts some files in front of Devan.

After checking it, Devan moved, for him there are more entitled to take care of Syakila's marriage papers than him.

"Dad, there's Afif!" devan shouted while knocking on the door. 

Dad came out with his lazy face and narrowed eyes.

At once Devan's gaze was diverted to some red marks on the neck and chest of the father who only wore a sarong with bare chest.

"Father out __" said Devan floating, his hand pointing at the weapon behind the holster. He was able to create six children, including himself.

"Sholat Ashar, what do you think," As soon as father menoyor jidat Devan who keeps thinking perverted.

If I had another sister, it would be funny, my son and my sister would be able to race together. In fact Devan only dared to reveal in his heart.

Devan giggles, he can't imagine what if it happened, it would be very funny.

He almost set foot on the bottom of the stairs, suddenly his throat felt dry. Al Devan's results turned his body towards the back.

"Aden wants to eat?" ask one of the maids who is arranging food at the dining table.

"No Bi, just grab a drink." Devan opens the freezer. Take a bottle of water as well as two glasses and bring them back to the room.

Afif is busy with dad.

"Dooorrr…"

The shrill voice shocked Devan who had just opened the door.

It turned out that Raisya was already behind the door wrapped in closed pajamas.

A kiss landed on Raisya's forehead, after which Devan poured water for his wife.

"Where's my brother from?" tanya Raisya receives a glass from Devan. 

It's not usual for the man to leave her in bed.

"There's Afif downstairs, but now it's the same dad."

Raisya is struggling spoiled in Devan's lap, for some reason lately he can not be far from the annoying man.

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At the dining table of Mahesa Rahardjo residence.

Silence, there was only the sound of the bang of the spoon and the plate echoing. Various food menus presented have spoiled the tongue for two families in the room. Starting from the typical cuisine to all the family favorites are there.

Occasionally Afif glanced at Syakila who kept his head down. This is not the first time they have met. However, Afif and Syakila are still awkward to chat, while her mother Afif looks at Raisya who eats voraciously. Not even paying attention to the others.

"You pregnant, Shay?" seronoh aunty Ilma.

Now all the residents of the dining table put their spoons and turned to look at Raisya who was chewing his food slowly. If Raisya could even want to vanish from there when all eyes were on him.

Raisya shook his head slowly. "No aunt, why?" raisya asked nervously, her hands down and squeezing each other, her embarrassment growing when they did not turn their eyes in the other direction.

"No, aunty just guessed it, it used to be a pregnant aunt Afif characteristics like you, eat a lot."

Why should you talk about Raisya anyway, was not he just a friend of Afif mas. But why is mama so considerate, Shakila grumbled in her heart.

As a prospective daughter-in-law, Syakila felt the attention of her future-in-law was excessive. Afif felt bad, but he could do nothing but shut up.

Raisya turned to look at Syakila who was at her husband's side, she knew the change in the face of the girl was compared back to before.

"Please, Mom. Eaten again!" Finally the mother melted the atmosphere that had been quiet. Because, the mother knows that currently there is something that shackles her child and daughter-in-law.

Mahesa's father looked at Raisya with an intense gaze, and the man in the front seat was astonished by Raisya's puffed cheeks.

"Darling, you said you wanted to go to my mom's house, now it's seven o'clock, should we go now?"

A code that Raisya instantly understood. 

"I---yes, I forgot."

"I'm sorry Fif, Om, aunt. I said goodbye, I'm afraid my mom and dad are waiting for you."

"No papa Van, you guys be careful."

Upon arrival on the front porch, Raisya immediately hugged Devan's burly body, he could not stem the tears that had settled filled his pelupuk. 

"Sister, I'm afraid that Syakila misunderstood."

"Oh, no papa. I'll talk to him later, better now that we're sleeping in mom's house, maybe it'll calm you down."

Raisya nodded, for some reason lately he felt very sensitive about something that concerns him.

Maybe Aunt Ilma still wishes you were her daughter-in-law, that's why she's still always attentive, even though you're mine.