Dusk Rainbow

Gift to bed

Devan takes a robe from a mannequin, as well as Afif. They both walked towards Raisya who was busy picking clothes on the hanger, aware of Afif's presence first, Devan shifted his body towards the clothes hanging and hid there. He wanted to know what his sister-in-law would do.

"Do you like this shirt?" Afif thrusts a fancy peach-colored shirt in front of Raisya.

Raisya retreated one step, turning his gaze the other way looking for the invisible Devan and Syakila.

"No, no" answered Raisya nervously. He set his sudden heartbeat rhythmically faster. Fear filled his chest until now he looked pale. Raisya continued to step small away from Afif who was still pecking on the spot. He was uncomfortable with the presence of the man. 

Brother Devan where the hell, he said to go to the toilet, later if Syakila knows how?

Raisya put down the clothes she was holding and then turned her body. 

Just a few steps Raisya left, a hand coiled around his wrist, as Raisya shook violently.

"Don't touch me!"

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" ask for a sudden cry. 

Raisya looked back. 

"Calcus." Surprised tone.

"Yes, it's me." Syakila cupped both of Raisya's cheeks.

Raisya stroked his chest. Eased his heart that was still beating fast.

From afar Afif smiled crisply when he saw Raisya hugging Syakila. 

"Honey," cried Devan. The voice made Raisya more relieved, it felt like there was no comfortable atmosphere other than being able to be with the man.

Raisya let go of her embrace and walked over to Devan, "Sister where have you been? Why stay on my own? raisya protested patting Devan's arm with all his might.

"I told you, if I went to the toilet." his eyes glanced at Afif who was seen chatting with one of the employees.

What does he mean, don't tell me that he still loves Raisya. 

"I have something for you." Devan offered a white shirt and it was immediately accepted by Raisya.

"It's great, it's definitely expensive."

Devan smiled, "Any expensive thing if you like will definitely buy me. Don't underestimate Devan! He is a storehouse of money, even though it has not worked you will not be able to spend the money" said Devan arrogant.

Not just nonsense. That's a fact that exists. Devan was the first grandchild and got the inheritance of the late Mr. Yudi, while the ones given to Mahesa's father all entered charity, after he stepped on his teens, after he stepped on, Devan took the initiative to use the money to build a cafe that now exists in several places.

Raisya smiled, wrapping both her hands around her husband's burly body.

"Thank you for the gift. I like it."

Syakila who felt jealous of the romance of her brother also approached Afif.

"I also have another gift" Devan whispered. 

"What?" ask Raisya with ease. 

"This is Mas Devan's order." A beautiful employee came up with some paper bags in his hands.

After saying thank you, Devan opened it and showed me the contents.

"What's this?" asked Raisya who still did not understand with a neatly folded light shirt.

"Let's not just stay home."

Devan immediately put it in, and it made Raisya even more curious. 

After satisfied shopping, Devan immediately went home after delivering Afif and Syakila to the father's house.

Still with high curiosity Raisya helps Devan bring his groceries in.

All the paper bags are on the table. Raisya immediately grabbed Devan's gift, she was already impatient to see what her husband bought.

"Later in the evening you can wear it," Devan said as he glanced at Raisya who began to undress in black.

"Now it's better" Devan replied enthusiastically. 

"Astagfirullah…." Raisya screeched, instantly her face snarled as she closely watched what was in her hands at the moment.

Devan who was behind him held back laughter at the shock of his wife.

Be prepared, tonight I will finish you, Inner Devan grinned.

Raisya put down the shirt and took the maroon-colored one.

"Is this a dress like that?" Turning her head towards the lingerie that was lying on the sofa next door.

"Yes, why?" answer Devan. His gaze continued to lead to the clothes in his wife's hands.

"Sister, I can't wear clothes like this" Raisya said.

Wearing knee-length clothes and short sleeves alone is very taboo for Raisya, let alone clothes made of very thin sleeveless with the length of a thigh, surely ants will laugh when they see it.

"Can, try dong first! I'm sure you'll be prettier, " Praise Devan.

"Do it for your husband" Devan said. 

"But __"

"Nothing, but a butcher, I want it."

Forced Raisya to move from his seat, just a few steps to his room, Raisya stopped and turned his head.

"Can't it be canceled?" raisya said lazily.

Devan shook his head, he felt that winning had made his wife shrivel in shame.

"What color do you want?" When on the verge of embarrassment, it could be that Raisya's lips still had time to offer Devan.

Devan unloads all the clothes he bought. And he thought everything would fit in Raisya's body.

"Whatever, everything I like."

Just do it, Shay. Your husband asked for.

Finally, Raisya convinced her heart to sincerely carry out her husband's request. 

Every now and then Devan stared at the circular clock in his hand, almost ten minutes Raisya entered the room, but there was no sign of the woman coming out or calling out to him.

"Did he fall asleep" Devan said as he walked. 

Just imagine, the antiques have begun to wake up, especially if you see Raisya wearing that shirt, will surely kneel more.

Devan stroked the nape of his neck, then opened the door of his room without knocking, and how surprised when Devan saw Raisya who had just come out of the bathroom wearing the clothes he wanted.

Devan's eyes were perfectly rounded, his mouth gaping, his heart dancing to see a very unique scene in front of him. 

Raisya squeezed her ten fingers with her face continuously lowered down, even though only Devan saw her, Raisya felt embarrassed to the point of peaking in the crown.

"Sister don't look at me" Raisya said in a teasing voice. He continued to pull his clothes down, but along with that, the chest was exposed to reveal his white skin.

Devan closes the door and locks it. Slowly his feet stepped closer to Raisya who was leaning against the wall. His hands stretched out on the left and right sides to narrow Raisya's movements.

"If I don't see, then who else?" devan said in a raucous voice, now he began to resist something turbulent.

"But I'm ashamed."

Devan lifts Raisya's chin with his index finger until the sight of the two meets. 

"We've done it over and over again.  Why should I be ashamed? Is it not the duty of a wife to serve her husband?"

Skunks

Raiysa can not dwell anymore, this time he resigned to what Devan will do. Sure enough, in a matter of minutes the man had already managed to bring him to bed.