Dusk Rainbow

Plan home

Syakila hissed and grabbed the blanket wrapped around her body. It holds the pain that travels up to the top. Afif action that shows his power as a real man is able to make him sprawled. The pain and pleasure he felt last night now left a scar that was painful. Almost a full night Syakila could not close her eyes because her husband was far beyond her expectations.

Syakila wriggled slowly and shifted her position, she did not expect if the first night felt nano-nano. Syakila's outstretched hand accidentally touched the face of Afif who was still beside her, the man was still asleep with regular breathing.

There was a smile rising at the corner of Syakila's lips, although Afif made her helpless, in fact Syakila was happy to be fully Afif's.

Syakila touched Afif's forehead with her index finger. After that down to the nose, rubbing it gently and occasionally pressing it, it soon stopped on the cheek and after that stopped on the lips of Afif which made the empress disturbed. 

Gawat, mas Afif wake up. 

Syakila pulled his hand and closed his eyes, he could no longer if Afif did the same thing as last night, surely his body would be even crumpled like whipped with whips a hundred times.

The mattress that had been calm now felt shaky, a heavy hand coiled around his stomach.

Syakila's heart was racing again, she could not freely move as Afif buried his face in the niche of his neck.

The chewy thing kissed Syakila's neck which made her feel amused and could not help but laugh.

"Maass…!" syakila screams as Afif continues to kiss her.

"Then don't disturb the sleeping tiger, if he wakes up you know, the consequences."

"I'm sorry, I thought you were still sleeping." The love that has been poured out instantly eliminates the awkward between the two. Syakila is getting used to Afif, and vice versa.

Afif pulled Syakila's body, eroding the distance between the two. Until the woman's face stuck to the chest of her husband's field without aling-aling.

"Mom's saying tomorrow we're told to go home, mama wants to introduce you to a family that can't come to last night's show."

Syakila simply replied with a nod of agreeing marks.

***

Sunlight began to shine on the sidelines of the curtains. After carrying out its obligations, Afif and Syakila are still reluctant to get out. They choose to lie in bed and play his phone, open a piled up chat that they have not had time to see.

Sometimes Afif smiles a little while replying to a chat from his best friend. Nothing important, the content of the message is just a silly sentence that can create laughter.

Syakila put down her phone, she came to him with what Afif was reading at the moment.

"What message, Mom?" Syakila brought her head closer and rested her on her husband's sispek.

"Read it!" Afif handed her phone into Syakila's hands, and the woman turned off her husband's phone after reading a message that embarrassed her a little.

"Is all your friends like that?" ask Syakila enthusiastically.

"Yes, entertainment if there is no duty, but if you are busy, yes no joke, there is serious."

In contrast to Syakila who only handles mild disease, Afif who is a surgeon status is always tense in dealing with his patients.

Just as Afif put his phone on the nightstand, the flat object rang again. 

This time Afif immediately raised him and landed his finger on Syakila's lips.

"Assalamualaikum, Doc." greeted Afif politely. 

"Waalaikum salam. Sorry if I was interrupting. You must be in a room together with your wife, and your position on the bed with her. One hand you're silencing your wife's lips" someone said from behind the phone and laughed.

Afif and Syakila furrowed each other's eyebrows when they heard the words of doctor Ali who did not miss a single bit.

"I'm sorry, I'm just guessing, because I was a newlywed too."

Afif only responded with a smile. 

"Did the doctor call me in the morning?" tanya Afif is serious. 

"Tomorrow there's an operation, and I'll involve you, can you go home?''

Afif turned his head, looking at Syakila who was still struggling spoiled in his arms.

"I'll go home, and I'll try to help, Doctor.''

'' Alright, thank you, then I close again, you guys continue.''

Sure enough the phone closed before Afif said his regards. 

"Aren't you papa, are we going home tomorrow?"

"No papa dong, wherever you go, I'm with you."

Afif rubbed Syakila's head gently and kissed her forehead.

"Mas, I'm hungry" Syakila complained.

He only realized that last night he did not eat at all and only drank a glass of milk before being displayed at the auction.

"We eat out, or here?"

"Outside, I want to eat with Devan and Raisya's brother."

'' All right, now you're ready, let me go to Devan's room." 

Afif came out of the room and walked towards Devan's room which was at the end. Actually Afif could have contacted by phone, but he thought it was not polite as a sister.

Afif knocked on the door three times.

Not long after the door opened. 

Raisya. 

'' Mas Afif," said Raisya in a soft tone, but it could still be heard by Devan clearly. 

Afif scratched his eyebrows that did not itch, despite a long separation, in fact he was still clumsy when faced with his ex who is now his sister-in-law.

'' Sorry, I just wanted to say that Syakila did not eat out, said Afif hesitated.

Raisya turned his head, looked at Devan who put down his mushaf and moved. 

'' What's up?" devan asked pleasantries while embracing Raisya's shoulder. 

''This, Afif and Syakila want to invite us to eat outside."

"Good dong, that means today we do not spend money to eat, huh?'' Devan raises his eyebrows, while Syakila instead scowls at the ignorance of her husband, because he has smelled the smells of the tract. 

"Alright, today I treat my brother and sisters as much as possible" said Afif casually. 

After Afif left, Devan closed the door and leaned his back against the wall, not forgetting Raisya who was in his arms. The two stared at each other in front of the window. 

"Now Afif her husband Syakila. You should get used to calling him by name, and from now on don't call Alfan by brother, because I want that name just for me."

Raisya turned her body and wrapped her hands around Devan's neck. 

"Alright, Honey. Whatever you say, I'll do." 

Raisya's hands began to actively dance to Devan's body area. The heirloom behind the scabbard awakens instantly when Raisya's wiggle finger slips into Devan's chest. 

''Honey, it looks like we have to exercise in bed first."

Without warning, Raisya patted Devan's arm. 

"No papa, that's a reward, whose fault last night wasn't it?"

There's no answer. Devan leads Raisya to bed, exhausted by their last night off and chooses to sleep after Isya', and Devan assumes Raisya has to pay the debt. 

Raisya slowly releases her face and receives Devan's gentle treatment. 

"No, just at home. Not good with newlyweds."

"Thank you, Brother."

Cup cup cup 

So happy, Raisya presents Devan with a kiss that is endless.