Dusk Rainbow

Marveled

"Mother, now at home there's Miss Naimah and Susan. Can I bring food from here?" ask Raisya shyly.

All the eyes in the dining room were now on him except for Syakila who was busy with the food in front of her. Either way, his cold attitude overcame everything, even his heart seemed as hard as a rock that would not be broken in a storm, so Raisya judged it.

''Who's Naimah's mom?" ask dad to slow down the chewing. Wonderful to hear a name he has never heard.

Raisya glanced at Devan at a glance and then returned to Mahesa's father.

"He's my patient, Dad. I can't bear to let him stay in his own house with his son, and he also said he wanted to help with the work at home after he recovers."

Given the wish of a sincere widow wanting to devote herself to him, the kind-hearted Raisya could not bear to refuse.

"May," answered the Mother when she saw the food that is still a lot. All the helpers had their own rations, while the ones on the table were more than enough if only for two people.

"Truly perfect, not only the ideal wife, but also the angel, I became jealous of Devan's sister," said Daffa as he shook his head, his eyes constantly staring at the face of Raisya who began to meet.

The longer Devan increasingly uncomfortable to see the behavior of his sister, as a husband, he did not like the praise given by Daffa and daffi for his wife.

"Don't tell me you're in love with your own sister-in-law?" whispered Daffi who could read Daffa's sparkling eyes. 

Syakila clucked and put down her spoon violently, until everyone could hear her.

"What's wrong with you, La?" asked Mommy gently, as a mother, lately she saw Syakila often angry indistinctly, also a lot of silence.

Silent, no one made a sound, as Raisya pinched Devan who had already opened his mouth.

I don't know what's going on either, but I'm upset with Raisya's sister. Why does everyone love him until my own brothers praise him.

In fact Syakila can only speak in the heart, in the slightest he does not have the courage to uncover the uneg-uneg that settles in the heart.

"Want me a bribe?" tawar Afif's.

Without replying, Syakila opened her mouth a sign of will.

"If you have a problem tell me, who knows you can help" he said.

Daffa and Daffi looked at each other, this was the first time they saw Syakila look manyun expressionless, her face was as flat as a brick that had just dried so that everyone could not guess.

"Aren't you PMS anymore?" the fun of Daffi thawed a slightly gripping atmosphere.

Raisya clenched her lips in laughter. He was entertained when his two sisters-in-law always made jokes when the atmosphere was getting precarious.

"No, just not feeling well" replied Syakila ketus.

"spend!" tell Mahesa's father.

Daffa swiftly finished the steak that was still half, after which took the lobster again while his stomach was still screaming hungry.

I need to talk to Syakila. I hope he tells me my mistake.

"Sister Raisya stayed here?" ask Daffa.

"It can't be if you don't bother your brother" Devan said.

However, it did not make Daffa and Daffi shrink.

"Jealousy, never wanting to, now not wanting to lose," Daffa sneered inwardly.

Raisya shook her head while stuffing a piece of squid hurriedly into her mouth to leave the sauce on her lips.

Immediately Daffa took a tissue and thrust it towards Raisya, and was immediately seen by Devan.

"What do you want?" devan asked ketus while shaking his sister's hand.

Daffa turned his head towards Raisya who was still unconscious.

Why am I so uncomfortable, how come Daffa and Daffi have seen me like that. 

Dinner was full of drama. Before returning home Raisya approached Syakila and Afif who were in the middle room with Asyifa. Mom and Dad were still in the dining room waiting for the twins who had not finished eating.

"La, tomorrow is lunch I wait at the restaurant next to the hospital, yes" he said.

Without waiting for an answer, Raisya leaves Syakila and Afif.

After Devan and Raisya disappeared behind the door, Afif grabbed Syakila's shoulder and leaned the woman's head on her shoulder. 

"You why the hell? What's going on between you and Raisya?" asked Afif gently, he did not want to hurt Syakila who was still very unstable. Especially before Syakila had never been in a relationship with another man who made her have to be patient to face the woman.

"It's okay, Mom. I'm just lazy to talk."

Syakila averted her gaze and rubbed the clear liquid that had escaped wetting her cheeks.

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"Assalamualaikum.." cried Raisya while opening the main door followed by Devan from behind.

Ms. Naimah replied while fumbling her wand that was leaning beside the table. Almost standing up from his seat, a hand held his shoulder.

"Sit down, Mom! It's there's food from the mother's house, now mom and Susan eat first." Devan came with two dishes and a drink. 

"I'm full, Mom. Don't bother."

"People have said that they are full when they have eaten, the mother has not eaten, full from where," concluded Raisya. 

The hungry Susan took a bite and ate it. He did not forget to feed his mother as he did at home after Bu Naimah could not see.

"There is a greeting from the mother, he said when the mother wants to meet with the mother."

Naimah smiled, not expecting to meet a good person like Raisya.

Bu Naimah's hand was raised until it touched Raisya's cheek.

"I don't know what to say, thank you won't be enough compared to the kindness of Doctor. I promise, once healed will work here."

Devan sat down to help Susan get some rice. He never cared about anyone before, but now Raisya teaches him something he never did before.

"I never asked for anything in return from Mom, most importantly I was healthy and I could take care of Susan again. School business let me and brother Devan take care of it. Mom is young, Mom's future is long, we won't know what's going to happen, and I can only pray that Mom and Susan have a bright future."

"How old is Naimah ma'am, honey?" ask Devan. 

"Twenty-five years, brother."

Devan frowned in disbelief. Seen from his face is much different from Raisya. If his wife is very beautiful, Naimah already looks old.

"Don't be surprised, sir. My life is hard, my husband is just a factory worker, I can't believe I'm young."

Hehehe. 

"Believe, Mom. If it's healed, Mother hijab yes, it must be more beautiful," pinta Raisya gently.

Ma'am Naimah nodded silently.

It's what keeps me from getting away from you, not only your pretty face, but your heart. 

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