Enjoyment Ikhlas

DISTRACTION

"Don't hold-hold!" Snapping Ami at Nuno, Sabil flutters his hand on Nuno's arm holding Ami's shoulder. He is learning to embroider to shift his attention, so as not to always remember about the wayang people.

As usual, tonight Nuno went to Ami's house. Bring some records from the unresolved office that day. After this morning, Nuno was upset that he did not meet Ami before leaving for work. He felt guilty because of yesterday's incident at the dance studio.

"Sorry, Mi... I'm mistaken. But don't you want to ask me why I should do it?" Ask Nuno to Ami, wistfully.

"I don't need a reason, Mom. If Mas Nuno's intentions are good, I should have told him the same thing I was. Whatever the reason, I'll consider." There was a disappointed tone from Ami's words. Then Ami put the object that had been in his hand on the table, stood up and walked towards the wasp.

Nuno was just pensive, regretting the umpteenth time for his actions. But what is power, time cannot be turned back. He just dropped whatever the consequences.

He began to arrange some papers that he brought, and began to do what he had not finished earlier in the office. Even though he thinks he lacks focus, he must remain meticulous in his work.

Before long, Ami came with a cup of coffee and a plate of fried food. Carefully, Ami placed it a little away from the paper, on the table.

Surprised, Nuno stared into Ami's face which was still flat unreadable. His activity stopped, looking at Ami's movements.

"The fish is cold, mas. The rest of the afternoon." Said Ami, then sat down in front of Nuno and began to continue the first.

"Trimakasi, Mi. I guess, you're still mad." Lirih Nuno, take the fry and eat it.

"I haven't apologized yet, Mom. Just doing the duty, that's one of my messages that Mas's here." Cold said Ami who said, can not warm the atmosphere.

Nuno was silent, out of words. Confused, in what other way he apologized. The way to mingikis wall that Ami woke up after returning from the hangar. Then his attention was turned to embroidery on Ami's lap.

"You're learning to embroider now?" Ask Nuno. Just this time he saw Ami embroider. "You don't sew anymore?" Ask again.

"Ouch! Sshhhh..." Desis Ami, spontaneously throw his first-born on the sewing machine beside him.

Nuno who was already naked, then sat down next to Ami. Slowly pull out Ami's injured hand and beat her. A drop of blood began to come out of the skin as white as milk, Nuno quickly sipped it.

Their eyes clashed. Ami's face warmed, looking down fast. Her tears are already flowing. It wasn't the pain of the needle prick, it was more because of all Nuno did. Still pissed, but curious if I don't see you. It vibrates, if touched.

Nuno understood, finally pulled Ami slowly. Cuddle it in a deck. Until the sobs of Ami who was restrained, sounding soft in his ears. The front t-shirt she was wearing, began to get wet by Ami's tears.

Finally Nuno spent the rest of the night pacifying Ami. Explaining, and comforting Ami with the thoughts of the future he had drawn in his mind. Living together, after marriage...

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Hi readers😊 This chapter rada melon ya😅 Indeed from here Ami learned to make some embroidery, but he said just learn course😆 is not in tekuni.

I also learned to embroider strimin (cristic) from Ami😁 At home, there is still a PR picture of Jaka Tarub which later if so as below😆 but mine is only half😅.

And in ancient times, they prefer zinc glass plates (blirik enamel), because it is durable. Maybe there are reader friends who have ya😆 or maybe grandparents???

In the past, only middle and upper people had ceramic plates😬 he said...

Thanks for reading, don't forget to be happy😉😘