Dusk Rainbow

Afif explanation

Devan continued to comment on the smile as he looked at the face of ayu Raisya who was now sleeping next to him. However, instantly the smile disappeared as he recalled the Afif he thought was excessive.

"I have to meet Afif," muttered Devan. He grabbed the phone on the nightstand and contacted the man.

Devan pulled his hand and moved Raisya's head to the pillow, after which grabbed his clothes that were still splattered on the floor and then to the bathroom.

Raisya wriggled patting the place beside her that felt flat.  Knowing something was missing, Raisya opened his eyes. He looked at the bathroom door that was wide open. The sound of water rattling sounded very clearly in his ears and he already knew who the occupants were.

Almost ten minutes Raisya just silently stretched his muscles that felt stiff due to the struggle. Devan came out wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. His chest was still filled with water and his checkered stomach was very clear to the eyes, and would definitely make anyone who saw him tempted.

"Are you awake?"

"Hmmm..."

Raisya is still very lazy to talk. he is fascinated by the uniqueness of God's creation that is almost perfect.

"Do I need to prepare water?"

Devan pecked beside the bed while drying his hair with a small towel.

"No, I can do it myself."

Without changing clothes, Devan crawled back to the bed and entered the blanket.

"Do you want any more?" seductive Devan, which succeeded in making Raisya meet and cover her face with a blanket.

"Don't fuck around, or I don't want to wear that devil suit anymore."

Devan laughed. How could the very sexy clothes be named devil clothes by his wife.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to say, if I'm going out for a second."

Devan flicks away the blanket covering Raisya's face to see her beautiful face. Don't forget to give a soft kiss.

"Where?"

"Cafe, meet people for a second. Do you want to come?"

Raisya shook his head slowly.

"Alright, then I'll be home soon."

Devan opens the closet to take clothes for himself and does not forget to prepare also for Raisya.

At a Cafe 

It had been almost half an hour afif waiting, but someone who awaited had no signs of coming. Finally he ordered another black coffee, up to a total of three cups he spent.

Where the hell are you going?

Again Afif saw the clock that was coiled in his hand when it began to saturate.

Just staring at the front door, Afif breathed a sigh of relief, because his death was answered already when he saw his future sister-in-law walking towards him.

"Have you waited long?"

Afif commented on the smile of receiving Devan's hand.

"Today spent three cups of coffee." He pointed at the empty cup in front of him.

"Means new arrived, right? For a long time maybe you've spent dozens of coffees here," joked Devan who made Afif chuckle.

"What does your sister want to see me? Looks like the marriage papers are complete," asked Afif without further ado.

Devan placed his two clutched hands on the table and stared fixedly at the man who was soon his sister-in-law.

"I just want to ask, what exactly is your intention to marry Syakila?"

Apart from his wife, it also concerns his sister, and Devan does not want any ulterior intentions behind the marriage.

"If you say love, maybe it's just starting to grow. If you say comfortable, not yet, because I rarely get close to him. Shakila the good girl, I married her with the intention of the sunnah of the Apostle, wanted to worship by binding her as a wife. I don't want to live a relationship without a long bond, surely my brother already knows my relationship with Raisya first. And it traumatized me a lot, but I realized that a soul mate in God's hands means that brother is the best for him."

Afif paused his words for a moment to catch his breath.

"Either sister judged me as to what, I certainly had no intention other than to make Syakila happy."

"But why did you give Raisya a dress?"

That's the question Afif is waiting for.

Afif grabbed the paper bag on the chair and pushed it right in front of Devan.

"Actually not only to Raisya, but Syakila as well. Syakila said she liked this shirt, and she wanted to buy Raisya, but because Syakila knew that Raisya couldn't, she told me to give it to her."

Devan didn't touch the thing in front of him.

"Better brother give. From the time Raisya still hasn't changed as well, he still likes to refuse people's gifts even though he actually likes."

Surely Afif already knew a lot about Raisya, they were five years together.

"I'll give you later" Devan said briefly.

Devan's phone is ringing, and it's the same with Afif's.

"Who?" devan asked as Afif looked at his flat screen, while he was still trying to reach his phone in his pants pocket.

"Syakila, he just sent me a message. He asked, What has his shirt been given yet?" 

"Jawab if you give it to me."

Devan sees the name twinkling on the screen, it turns out it is his wife.

"Assalamualaikum.." said a soft voice from across there.

Devan replied with a smile. That very spoiled voice now he always misses, and Devan could not if he had to part with him for a long time.

"Tonight we don't have any food, you want to cook or buy?" asked Raisya who Afif could still hear clearly.

"You're still tired, just rest, let me buy. What do you want to eat?" devan asked ignoring the Afif in front of him.

Devan grabs the book and pen in front of him, knowing his wife's order must be more than one and sometimes making him dizzy if not recorded.

"Grain boiler, fried empal, yellow cooked fish, omurice, salmon teriyaki, mercon oseng, oyster sauce lobster."

Afif furrowed his brows, astonished.

"Have you?" devan asked to make sure that no one was left behind.

Afif swallowed his saliva with difficulty hearing the order from Raisya.

"Sister, help me out!"

"Yes, after that I just finished you," Devan chimed profanally.

Afif only scratched his head that did not itch when he heard the conversation of the two people through the phone connection. Strange, but envious.

"Hurry home, I miss you."

"Yes, I'll be home soon with the food you asked for."

After disconnecting him, Devan moved from his seat.

"Fif, I think I should go, afraid Raisya will starve."

"Yes, sister, I'm sorry to make you suspicious."

After shaking hands, Devan left the place first, while Afif sat back and looked at Devan's back passing.

Now I am sure that Raisya is happy with Brother Devan, hopefully I and Syakila can also achieve happiness like them.