Dusk Rainbow

Suspicious

Almost ten minutes Afif persuaded Syakila to come out with her innocent body, but at least the girl did not waver and chose to remain silent in the bathroom. Forced Afif to take a bathrobe for his wife.

Not giving up just like that, upon arrival in front of the bathroom, Afif did not immediately give up the white cloth.

"Kiss first, dong!" pinta Afif bent his body, aligned his head in front of Syakila's face and pointed his cheek with his index finger.

A kiss landed gently on Afif's cheek __ which made Syakila's still wet hair hit her husband's shoulder.

"You're wearing shampoku?" afif Goda with wrinkled forehead. 

"There's no other shampoo, so I'm wearing it."

"Residences." Afif raised his hand in front of Syakila without giving up his robe.

''Yes, I'll change it later, give me the robe first." Syakila put her hand on the hand of Afif.

The sound of the echoing knock made Afif relented and gave the robe to Syakila.

" Who the hell, just disturb," grumbled Afif while grabbing his shirt and wearing it without buttoning it.

''Abang," exclaimed Afif surprised, it was bang Edo who came. Brother-in-law Afif. She's Sisi's husband.

"Snap down, already awaited by the others. Where's Syakila?" tanya bang Edo.

"Still in the bathroom, I'll be right down."

Afif swiftly closed the door, ignoring Bang Edo with his mouth open.

Afif again approached Syakila who was still behind the door.

"Darling, we have to get off, I'm going to the hospital soon too.''

Syakila went out and took her clothes that were in the suitcase. While Afif opened his closet and took his official clothes.

"Let me help." Syakila grabbed Afif's shirt and put it on. It was the first time he saw Afif wearing a hospital-style white coat.

After Afif is ready, now switch to help Syakila dry hair, while the empu wear clothes in front of Afif to shorten the time.

Sexy amateurs my wife. 

Afif clenched his lips, holding back a laugh as Syakila struggled to attach the front zipper.

Afif put a hair dryer and then twist Syakila's body until the two sat in the roof.

"Let me put it up, next time don't hesitate to ask for help, whenever I'm ready, dear."

Syakila lowered her head, she blushed as the word 'honey' began to pin on her.

Afif's hand touched the zipper, but his eyes turned toward Syakila's exposed white chest.

Feeling something stuck with Afif's hand that did not move, Syakila finally looked up.

"Mas, he said he wanted to help?" shakila was upset.

"O yes forget," said Afif nervously.

Bantuin see that means, the inner Afif giggles. 

"Where's the hijab?"

Syakila unpacked the contents of her suitcase, looking for the same color hijab, and it turned out to be at the bottom.

"Your clothes I will finish later, all of you throw away my clothes that are not used anymore."

"That's the closet I've cleared." Designate the closet on the right.

Below

Especially in the dining room that has been crowded with residents, there are two empty seats now occupied by Afif and Syakila who just arrived. 

"Are you sure you want to go to the hospital?" ask mama Ilma. 

"Yes Ma, I promised to help with the surgery today."

"Be careful, auntie pray that the operation is smooth." 

Everyone answered Aamiin in unison.

Only a few mouthfuls of rice entered Afif's mouth, but the man had received a call from the hospital. Al Afif results left the dining room is still crowded.

"I'm sorry everyone, I'm leaving first. Pa, sister, Ma, Auntie, take Syakila for a minute."

Mama Ilma raised her thumb accompanied by a smile. "Without your asking, we will take care of Syakila" said the others.

"I'll go first." There was a sense of heaviness that enveloped Afif. However, for the sake of responsibility he must be willing to part with Syakila for a while.

Syakila nodded, receiving a soft kiss on her forehead. Waving his hand towards Afif who had already entered the car.

"La, I also want to go home, God willing, tomorrow come here again" said Sisi who was also on the terrace.

"Yes, Brother." Syakila pinched the cheek of the bully Naina who was in the sling of the Edo bang. 

"Sister, brother Alia, where are you?"

"Alia went with her husband abroad, there was work to be taken care of. They left after coming home from your wedding yesterday."

Syakila manggut-mangut understand.

"We go home first, you feel at home in this house, so that mama and papa are not lonely" added Edo.

After Sisi's car disappeared behind the gate, Syakila entered the family room approaching Mama Ilma and papa Toha and other aunts.

"La, you just take a break, if there's an operation it's usually almost five hours Afif just came home."

"Yes, Ma." Syakila returned to the room, considering the exact contents of the room the ship broke due to her messy clothes. 

As Afif said, Syakila opened the empty closet and put her clothes there until everything in the suitcase had now moved in the closet. Then she opened her husband's closet.

"Geez, it turns out that Afif loves his collection of clothes too." Syakila looked at the various jackets neatly lined up on the hangers. Pants and t-shirts that also hang in places next to each other. On the left side there are clothes collected. As a single man, the place is fairly neat than having his own brother.

Syakila's hand accidentally touched a navy long shirt. The box shirt was familiar, even Syakila remembered that someone had worn it other than Afif. Although outside many of the same, one mark was in the pocket that made Syakila more convinced by his conjecture. 

"Afsya, whose name is this?" muttered Syakila, so curious, he carried the shirt on the bed and kept remembering the owner. 

"Oh yeah, I remember, it was like Raisya's shirt that was spilled with syrup at home, why they could have a shirt with the same writing, do not-don't they __“ Syakila cut her speech for a moment. 

"No, this is impossible. They're just friends." Syakila brushed off his feelings, he did not want suudzon with what seemed as great as it flashed in his brain. 

"Maybe this is their college uniform or just a club. Can't they ever have a special relationship? If true, why did Afif and Raisya's brother never tell?"

Despite trying to be sure, Syakila's heart still felt uneasy, fear snatched up the recesses of her heart. 

"I have to make sure they never have a relationship."

Shakila put the shirt in its original place. He did not want to be rash in taking steps, and wanted to know everything clearly from Afif himself.