Dusk Rainbow

Outlet

Devan was silent, the look in his eyes showing immense anger with the speech that Raisya had launched. He could not read the mindset of his wife who transcended the limits of tenderness, it was impossible for Raisya to be stupid and take the decision for granted, must have been carefully considered by the woman, he said, but still it can't be accepted Devan's wits.

The half-salmon was devoured until it ran out, there was not the slightest bit of regret that made Devan angry or want to apologize for his request that was too ridiculous. Until Devan thinks that Raisya does not love him, like he who loves the woman.

Devan stared fixedly at Raisya's face to channel regret. He was afraid that the request was the pretext of Raisya asking for separation and so on.

"Do you love me?" If yesterday the question was from Raisya, now switch from Devan.

Raisya rolled her eyeballs, swept around her and stopped in Devan's eyes. He could read the very heavy eyes revealing his anger to look glassy.

The warmer atmosphere gets hotter beating the rising sunlight. Afif chose to leave instead of having to watch the husband and wife debate. 

"I'll excuse you first" said Afif, winking his eyes at Syakila. 

"Susan, let's go there yuk!" take Syakila, Miss Naimah also left Raisya and Devan alone.

"What does my sister want?" ask Raisya back.

"Jawab, if you love me and don't want to lose me." 

Raisya smiled thinly, rubbing Devan's chin which was covered in fine hair. 

"Aku bukan perempuan yang bodoh, Kak. Aku mengizinkanmu merawat Alisa, bukan berarti aku memberikan kamu padanya," jelas Raisya yang belum bisa dipahami Devan.

"We'll take care of him together, find a way out for him. I won't give anyone a chance to take you, including Alisa," he added.

Although still furious, Devan was a little relieved by the last said Raisya. Viewed from any point of view, he never found Raisya's fault until whatever the woman said was always accepted by him.

"We're there, yuk!" He pointed at Alisa who was also facing east.

"But you have to promise me that you won't give me to another woman." Devan again expressed his fear that filled the chest.

He was trading, given to another woman.

Raisya pursed her lips. He wanted to laugh, but because his legs hurt too much, he held on for a while. 

"Million wives in this world, there are only a few women who want to give their husbands to other women. They can even be counted on the fingers. Obviously they are the inhabitants of heaven, but I want to reach that beautiful place in another way, not give Alisa my sister."

Devan grabbed Raisya's body, held her tightly and kissed her head covered in a sea-blue hijab.

"Then what should I do now?" devan asked like a fool, right now his brain feels cloudy and can not think of anything but the recovery of Raisya.

"Just convince Alisa that sister is mine, and surely you won't ask how."

Devan's minimal brain invites him to think hard, he is not as smart as Raisya, and he is not as wise as Raisya to always misunderstand everything.

"Our marriage is very sudden, among you, me, Alisa and Afif, all must be hurt and not take it for granted. If I forget about Afif by fighting for our marriage, Afif also tries to forget me by including Syakila into his life. I don't know in what way big sister can choose me, which obviously now we've got happiness, While Alisa, there's nothing she's fighting for, she hasn't got another man, yet, until whenever he would not be able to forget brother if he kept thinking about the past. He was an adult, but the attention of his family was less supportive so he continued to slump with the situation."

Clings

 Devan's brain is smart in an instant. He could immediately digest Raisya's words, this time there was someone who certainly could help him.

A kiss landed on every inch of Raisya's face that made the master shake his head.

Devan reaches into his phone, the anger that shackles him gradually disappears as he looks at the highly narcissistic profile photo. Quickly he made a call. 

"Sister.." shouted a beautiful girl who made Raisya and Devan turn his head.

Devan clucked, not at the girl running towards him. However, in the man who was currently attaching his flat object in the ear.

"It's intentional to make me high blood" Devan annoyed.

"Hurry up here!" tell Devan and close the connection again.

"Anggia, aren't you in school?" raisya asked back at the girl's embrace.

"No, sister. today there's a meeting, second class is closed."

"Mas Alfan," said Raisya to Alfan's jutek face as he looked at Devan.

If noticed intensely, the two almost resemble a cartoon that is hostile to each other.

"What's wrong?" ask Alfan without further ado.

Devan pulls Alfan's wrist and takes him under the melinjo tree in the corner.

"Help me!" pinta Devan's.

"Help what? If I carry Raisya I'm ready."

Instantly a small slap landed on Alfan's cheek.

“Mandiin would like to?" devan fishing rods.

Alfan flicked his finger, his perverted brain instantly soaring into the clouds.

"You, wear it really."

"When are we serious, anyway?" devan complained, under any circumstances, his best friend kept joking.

"Yes, now we're serious. What are you asking for help?" ask Alfan.

"Now Alisa's sick, and I don't think she can forget me yet, please approach her, if you can date her."

Alfan frowned, "You want to make me a mash?"

"To be exact," selomot Devan. 

"Anjiiir, I have a friend like you."

Devan held back a laugh seeing Alfan's annoyance. During the time of making friends, Alfan always helped her, and even though the man never asked for her help.

"You're younger, you have to look old" Devan added, glancing at Alfan who was staring at Alisa.

"By the way, if until now he has not been able to forget you, it means he is the loyal type, you have been crazy about him, surely I am too. We're a level."

"Okay, good luck." Devan patted Alfan's shoulder.

Just two steps forward, Alfan turned his body back to look at Devan from top to bottom.

"Otherwise?" ask Devan.

"But you haven't been anything to him, have you?" ask Alfan to investigate.

"Astagfirullah, yes not yet, kiss his lips never, let alone that. Enough Raisya to feel mine," he said clearly.

"If you kiss cheek?" ask Alfan again.

"Here, but he has used soap, powder, skincare, it's gone" Devan replied honestly. His face was red instantly because Alfan had managed to tear his actions apart.