Dusk Rainbow

Jealous

The night is getting late, but it does not dampen the crowd at the wedding of Syakila and Afif which is even more lively with unique events.

After getting off the stage, Devan and Raisya get a lot of welcome and various gifts from friends and people who know them.

"Gemeees.." One of the glamorous-looking mothers pinched Devan's cheeks together to make the master grimace. Even from those with a daughter expect to get a daughter-in-law like Devan, and vice versa.

"Darling, it looks like we have to run away, it turns out that mother-mother pinching is more painful than your pinch," Devan lamented wiping her blushing cheeks as she split through a very dense crowd. Elevating his voice kicked up the rumbling music that was whispering the ears.

"No way, I want to wait for the doorprize first, who knows the motor matic later I can." Raisya was no less loud so that Devan could hear his cry.

Raisya pointed to some gifts that were on the side of the stage that were very tempting, although he could buy anything, it felt like he wanted to get a gift, because for him the free was more interesting. He blinked his eyes quickly which made Devan even more unable to vent his love. And it is certain that tonight it is not Syakila and Afif who will be sprawled, but they are too.

Devan is forced to comply with Raisya's request to remain on the show, although a gift is impossible to get because of the family.

"Well, it turns out you have a golden voice why have I never heard?" the new Alfan Goda is coming.

Devan shifted his seat beside Raisya, while Alfan was in front of him.

"I'm afraid the singers are rivaled, later they do not sell," said Devan origin who successfully made Raisya chuckle.

While Alfan squinted his lips at the arrogance of his best friend.

Devan clasped Raisya's hand and linked his fingers, showing off his affection in front of Alfan who was still at home with an acute singles status.

Some events have passed successfully, now all guests are waiting in line to congratulate the bride. Many close family members meet the available special room chairs.

Still like that, Raisya was beside Devan, the woman continued to wrestle spoiled on her husband's arm and occasionally showed the clothes she liked from the sosmed. In the slightest, it does not allow Devan to leave, but it is Devan's luck that he always wants to be close to Raisya.

Alisa goes in with Mayra. His eyes looked at Devan who was busy with his phone screen. Raisya who realized the arrival of Alisa also took off her hand that was coiled in her husband's arm and put her phone in the bag. 

"Whose sister is Alisa looking for?" ask Raisya.

Devan turned a glance, then returned towards his flat object. He chooses indifference and indifference rather than causing misunderstandings.

"I just wanted to wait for my mom, and she said she was told to come here."

Raisya mangosteen approached Alisa who was still staring at the doorway.

"Please sit down, Mother! I'm with ya," Raisya bargained following Alisa's steps towards the sofa next to Devan.

"Yes, I forgot, what did you order?" ask Alfan suddenly.

"Sister Alfan is young, why is he senile?" tayek Raisya's.

Devan only laughed when he heard his wife's taunts on his best friend.

Alfan's eyes looked at Alisa who lowered her head. "There's Alisa too hehe."

Alisa just smiled faintly and nodded her head.

"Steak the same avocado juice." Raisya's voice broke Alfan's almost floating daydream.

"All right, I'll go first."

Just turning her body, Raisya called back to him, so Alfan turned his head.

"Bring me to Alisa and Mayra." 

"No, I can take it myself."

"No papa, Ma'am. We'll eat together."

Silence created, Devan still flinching, not a single eye moved from his flat object that made Raisya seize the object. 

"Darling, why was it taken, it's almost finished."

Devan extended her hand towards her phone that was in Raisya's hand, but nil, the woman instead stuffed ha into the bag. 

An awkward feeling is still attached to Devan when he meets Alisa, although now it is no longer the girl who occupies the space of his heart, he said, but the past is very beautiful can not be lost just like that and sometimes as great still crosses his brain. 

Alisa smiled faintly without a sound. Resisting the jealousy that settled in his chest when he saw Devan clutching Raisya's waist. 

"Mother.." cried Raisya as he saw a stranger walking towards him. Wanting to welcome the arrival of the beautiful woman, but Devan did not also take it off, forced Raisya to shut up and just wave his hand.

"Mother Sesil just disturb," said Devan ketus, dipping his face on Raisya's shoulder.

"Mother just wants to congratulate you for presenting your favorite song."

Devan raised his hand without wanting to open his face from behind Raisya's back.

"What?" ask mother Sesil. 

"Gift?" devan replied that rubbed his face behind Raisya.

"Less what you are, it should be the mother who is given a gift."

Instantly Devan allowed her to sit down and smiled shyly.

"There's a mother too." Alfan came carrying a tray containing several menus, followed by a handsome man who also carried a tray containing various drinks and a smiling beautiful girl by his side. 

"Do you remember him?" Alfan turned his head towards Devan who furrowed his brows. 

"That's Anggia, the incarnation of the Great Father and Mother's most centile."

Anggia is blinking her lips. Sebal with the word coquettishly pinned Devan for him.

Ckck

Alfan clucked resentfully, if only there was no mother and had to maintain his manners, Alfan had pulled Devan's head and bent his best friend's body until the roll.

"Not a sister, but this one."

Alfan pulled a foreign-looking man in Raisya's eyes.

"You don't remember me, do you?"

Devan's eyes are perfectly rounded, the upper and lower teeth tighten together. His jaw hardened and both hands clenched as the man smiled towards Raisya.

Looking at her husband who was holding in anger, Raisya grabbed his hand and untied his fist. 

"Sorry, who are you? We don't seem to know each other."

The man smiled and stretched out his hand in front of Raisya, but it was quickly Devan who received his helping hand and clasped tightly until the veins on the back of his hand protruded. 

"I am Devan, the husband of Raisya Putri Laksana," Devan said.

It turns out that Devan loves Raisya very much, the proof is that he is very jealous when other people greet his wife. 

"Alvino," said the man withstood the pain of Devan's hand grip.

O, it turns out he's Alvino, the pantes he knows Raisya.

Devan releases his hand and rubs it on his thigh pants. 

"Alvino the __" Raisya cut off his speech as Devan landed a finger on his lips. 

"The son of Auntie Aci. Already, do not need to be discussed again, mengingan we eat," said Devan. Pulling Raisya's waist possessively.

"Mother, where's Mama Aya going?" Hearing the name of Aunt Aci, Raisya remembered his invisible mother from earlier.

Mother pointed at Mama Aya and Dad Randu who were busy posing with the bride.