Dusk Rainbow

Cuek

"Welcome, dear."

Mother welcomed the arrival of Syakila and Afif with happy tears. Hugging it to unravel the longing that hit. One week leaving home, you feel something is lacking. Although there is still Asyifa, in fact every night the pensive mother thinks of Syakila.

Raisya who was on the sofa came running a little towards her sister-in-law, ignoring Devan's stalling hand preventing her.

Syakila looked at Raisya who was standing next to her. Then turn to staring at you again. Her smile disappeared as she recalled what had happened between the woman and her husband.

"Mother, I'm tired, want to rest."

Syakila passed through Raisya, ignoring the hand of the woman who had stretched out wanted to embrace him.

What happened to Syakila?

That bright and radiant face is now dimming. His hymn throbbed with Syakila's strange demeanor.

Various questions have enveloped Raisya, this is the first time he is not considered by his sister-in-law.

"I'm sorry, Bund, sister, I went to the room first," said Afif to Raisya and mother who were still glued to the place.

Raisya nodded slowly. His eyes began to be inundated with tears as the sound of the shoe's thump grew farther away.

Mother approached Raisya and patted her on the shoulder, breaking Raisya's wandering mind.

"Come on, didn't Devan ask for coffee?"

"Yes, Mother." Raisya went to the kitchen, while the mother went to her room.

There's no way he's just tired of ignoring me, there's gotta be another problem.

Raisya went back to daydreaming in the kitchen which made Bi Nini shake. 

"Non, the water is boiling" said Bi Nini.

"Yes, Bi." Raisya poured the water into a cup that has been equipped with coffee and sugar. 

As usual, before serving, Raisya inhaled the aroma deeply to make it slightly relaxed.

"Sister, the coffee's coming." Raisya put her cup on the table then sat down on the remaining sofa. Devan, who was sitting with his back leaning, is now lying down with his hands folded. 

"Sister, the coffee's done." Raisya shook Devan's arm gently, regular breathing indicating that Devan was asleep.

After a few minutes there was no reaction, Raiysa put the back of his hand on Devan's forehead. 

"It looks like Devan's sister has a fever, was it because of last night's rain?"

Raisya still remembers when Devan came in with a soaked shirt. 

"Sister, move into the yuk room" whispered Raisya. 

Devan claws out his hand and pulls Raisya's body down into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I don't think the coffee is so I drink."

"It's okay, now you go to the room, let me take the coffee to the kitchen."

Devan nodded slowly, with his body slightly weak, Devan walked down the stairs to his room.

"It's also a shame if the coffee is thrown away," Raisya grumbled at the pitch-black coffee that was starting to warm up. 

There was no other way, he had to take her back. Upon arriving at the dining table, Raisya turned to look at Afif who had just come down.

Afif approached Raisya and looked at the coffee in the woman's hand.

"Coffee for whom?" tanya Afif prank. He knew that Raisya never drank coffee, but instead brought coffee.

"It was for Devan's brother, but because he was sleepy, it didn't. Now I'm gonna throw it away."

"Make me, tubazir."

How is this, true what Afif said, but I do not feel good with Syakila, if she knows must be angry.

"Do you want coffee?" asked Raisya doubtfully. 

"Yes, but that's it, you know I can't sleep if I don't drink coffee."

Raiysa placed his coffee on the table, although the memories with Afif momentarily passed, he did not want to return to the old memory. "Drink, I'm sorry I left first."

Raisya passes leaving Afif who starts sipping the black coffee.

It turns out that he is still the same, if making coffee is not too sweet. 

"Darling, hug me!"

Raisya tilted her lips, but still went inside the blanket and hugged Devan from behind. His circular hand rubbed Devan's open chest. 

"Big brother why?" raisya asked as she felt a tremor from Devan's hand. 

"Cold," replied Devan weakly.

Raisya flicked his blanket back, sticking the back of his challenge on Devan's forehead.

"Sister sick?"

Raisya got out of bed and unbuttoned Devan's shirt. She panicked to see her husband's pale face.

"So wait a minute, I call Syakila."

Raisya came out of his room to coincide with Afif who had just arrived at the end of the stairs. 

Raisya walked slowly towards Afif who was now in front of the door of his room. 

"What's wrong?" ask Afif. 

"I want to call Syakila, brother fever," said Raisya doubtful, there is a fear that surrounds him at this time. The arrival of Syakila and Afif this time made him uncomfortable. But the request of Mother who told him to stay cannot be rejected.

Afif opened the door of his room.

"La, sister has a fever" said Afif from the doorway. 

Syakila just looked over without a sound. Looking at Raisya who was behind her husband. 

Somehow the jealousy continues to settle, when it is clear Raisya is only the past, but it cannot be denied that his heart still feels pain when Raisya is near her husband.

"All right, I'll check." 

Raisya took the stethoscope and a box in the window and came out, again he did not heed the existence of Raisya who pecked with a worried face. 

Syakila went into Devan's room and examined the weak-lying empress. 

"Surely brother out of rain, next time you have to be able to take care of yourself" said Syakila flat. 

Syakila pulled out the syringe in the white box, and Devan jumped down immediately. 

"What do you want, La?" 

Raisya who was in the doorway immediately ran over to Devan and grabbed his body.

"Sister must be injected to heal quickly" said Raisya persuaded.

"No, I'll be cured soon" Devan said enthusiastically. 

"Sister is an adult, it's not like a child." Syakila is getting tighter and that is making the heart of Raisya rersayat. 

"Sister, the injection did not hurt, if the brother like this, when he healed," said Raisya gently who immediately made Devan melt. 

"Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" 

Afif, who was still in the doorway with a small smile, imagined what if Devan became a surgeon, would faint before operating on the patient. 

After digesting Raisya's words, Devan finally relented and returned to the bed. 

"It doesn't really hurt, does it?" Devan held Syakila's hand which was already holding the cotton towards him. 

Syakila. In order to get rid of the groggy feeling, Raisya closed Devan's eyes and embraced him.

"Already," said Syakila along with a sense of pain in the lower part of her waist. 

"Did I say, didn't hurt, did I?" goda Raisya helps Devan cover her body with a blanket.

"Ter __"

"I go out first, don't forget to eat, take medicine and get regular rest." Syakila tidied up the box she was carrying while cutting off the words of Raisya who wanted to say thank you. 

After Syakila and Afif disappeared behind the door, Raisya hugged Devan.

"Sister, I want to go home" whined Raisya with teary eyes. 

"Yes, we'll go home." Devan immediately agreed with Raisya's request when he saw his sister's indifferent attitude.