Dusk Rainbow

Welcoming new confessions

Syakila stared at the house in front of her at a glance. Although not comparable to a much grander father's house, the surrounding scenery is very beautiful. Many trees surround that make the air cool. A few neatly lined flower pots adorned the outskirts of the spacious courtyard. There were several cars parked next to his car that had just arrived.

Afif gets out of the car and helps Syakila. Today Syakila decided to come home to Afif, in addition to the request of Mama Ilma, the job also demands Afif who can not be long outside the city.

"This is my house." Afif embraced the small shoulder of Syakila who was standing beside him.

"Sorry, it's not as good as Dad's house."

Syakila laughed loosely, her heart felt throbbing hearing Afif's words were very humble, but Syakila never cared about it.

"It's okay, it's important I love you. We're going in yuk!" Raisya put his hand on Afif's arm, while Afif's other hand pulled Syakila's suitcase.

Afif opened the door with a greeting. Rumbling sounds filled the middle room, they scattering to welcome the arrival of Afif and Syakila who deliberately stopped their steps in the doorway.

"Why don't you guys call first" said mama Ilma as she hugged Syakila.

"Would've called, but didn't, let's surprise."

"The romance there is a divisive duren nih," seduced one of the brothers mama Ilma.

They stared at the appearance of Syakila from top to bottom, the woman looked graceful with a bone-white robe with a matching hijab.

Syakila lowered her head hiding her already embarrassed cheeks.

Afif scratched his non-itchy head and smiled faintly.

"Sir, why discussed anyway, pity them, if it really means we are lucky, soon get a new grandson," said the other.

All just giggled at the words of Absurd mothers kepo. 

"You're alone?" papa Toha shouted from the living room.

"Diantar. Dad and mom were coming, but Syakila and I were in a hurry, so they couldn't get here yet."

After a long day of sightseeing with Devan, Raisya and her younger siblings, Syakila and Afif go back to sleep at the hotel, before they just stop by at the house of the father to pick up Syakila clothes to be brought.

Afif and Syakila approach her papa who accompanies her granddaughter to play. 

"Naina is beautiful, don't want to meet aunty?" 

The five-year-old boy looked at Syakila with an intense gaze then hugged her spoiled.

"Naina remember, yesterday we took a photo together you know." Syakila pulled the cheek of the boy.

Naina just silently looked around her alternately, still forgetting to remember with Syakila's slightly unfamiliar face.

"How are you?" Syakila sat down on the carpet kissing the back of her in-laws hand.

"Thank God, good papa, welcome to our family, sorry we can only welcome you to the potluck."

"Papa, this is already amazing to me, so there's no need to bother."

Many pairs of eyes looked in admiration at Syakila. Because the woman is very soft, both from the attitude and speech. 

Mama Ilma introduced one by one her relatives to Syakila, from her husband's family and also Afif's brother who was still busy in the kitchen. 

"What cooking, brother?" After being satisfied in the living room, Syakila turned to the kitchen, still accompanied by Afif who brought her bag. 

"Today there's a lot of seafood, said Afif you like." 

"Yes, here, brother, I help."

"I go to the room first" said Afif kissing the temple Syakila before leaving the kitchen.

Now in the kitchen lived two maids and Afif's sister named Sisi. 

"Can you cook too?" sisi asked as his sister-in-law tried to flip the fish in the frying pan.

"Slightly sis, if at home often help mother is also the same brother Raisya."

Sisi stopped his activity and placed down the knife he was holding.

"Of course, our family was very close. Her father Raisya's brother used to say his secretary father, because there was a thing they arranged for Risya's brother and Devan's brother."

Sisi just nodded his head understanding.

It means true what Afif said, all has passed, Syakila is also good and not far from Raisya. has Afif told Syakila that Raisya is his ex? 

"Are you ready, Si?"

The voice of mama Ilma broke Sisi's daydream. 

"A little while, Ma."

"I help you get to the dinner table, sister.''

"No need, please catch up with Afif in the room, let me and aunt. Call him to eat."

Syakila had to leave the kitchen and head to the second floor.

Upon arriving at the end of the stairs, Syakila stopped her steps.

Which room is Afif.

Confused, Syakila finally knocked on the door of the room at the edge up to three times. There's no confirmation, Syakila switched rooms next door. Equally, almost five times there was no affirmation as well, he switched the third. Just one tap, the knob's turned. 

Chequelek

How surprised there was a burly hand pulling his body inside, clutching it tightly to make it unable to move. 

"Mas has a shower?" syakila asked as she inhaled the scent of soap on Afif's body. 

"Hemmm, but haven't changed." 

"I know," said Syakila, even a clear circle still adorned the chest of the Afif field. 

"You have no intention of changing?"

Syakila thought that only Devan and the male twins were very silly, but it turns out that her husband had contracted the virus.

''No, you can be alone, I'll take a shower too." Pushing Afif's body back. 

Syakila stepped kebat towards the bathroom, the shackling shame has not disappeared and he does not want to be a material teasing Afif family if until the heat struggle again occurred at this time. 

The door closed loudly indicating Syakila was a little annoyed with Afif's attitude, but the master did not feel, even the ignorant strategies began to fill his brain instantly.

How to make a submissive woman is easy, if she is angry again you just close, if her lips are too chatty silence with a kiss she must have melted. 

Devan's words yesterday still crossed his brain, and most likely will be practiced on Syakila. 

Afif was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes kept glancing towards the tightly closed bathroom door, the sound of water gurgling that sounded indicating that Syakila was bathing. 

"Why can I forget to bring a towel," Shakila grumbled annoyedly, she circled around the bathroom. It turned out that there was not a single thread other than his clothes that were already in the basket. 

Syakila had to open the door and pop her head out.

Afif was still in his position with a cell phone in his hand.

Kok mas Afif has not changed his clothes. 

Syakila closed the door again, looking for other ways besides teasing the busy leopard. But he found no other way but to call Afif. 

"Mas," call Syakila slowly. 

Afif looked at Syakila's face without asking. 

"Please Ambilin towel! I forgot." 

"Wheel up in a towel? You're my wife, so no one's wearing no clothes forbid."

Syakila clucked, the very quiet Afif now shows his true form that is not far silly from Devan.