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CHAPTER 37: Momentary Trinkets in Marriage

Second by second walk, let describe a story for people who sleep in. But as I always do. I try to stay awake at a time when I want to see them happy. Moreover, it was for mommy Zaydan, who I had already considered to be my own mommy

Although no one was awake, because the night was still very long. Not discouraging this to give something that became his desire. It is just a simple cake.

Working with the dough in the kitchen alone, not something that is taught to be a reason to complain when all is done with sincerity. That is Adinda Humairah, wife of a rich but unpretentious company director.

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"Mas, you're awake" said Dinda. When I see the shadow on his side.

"What time you wake up, baby. I want to mature" said Zaidan

While staring at his wife who was seriously pressing the sticky rice that was ripe in a baking pan.

"Not yet. It's only halfway through" Dinda said, preventing Zaidan's hand from picking up the sticky sticky sticky rice he wanted to print on the baking sheet.

"For sale?"

"No, for mommy."

"I help you."

"No need. Immediately bi Sumi woke up."

"Yes" said Zaidan, kissing Dinda's cheek.

"Batch ... Mas. Odor ach .." said Dinda, shaking her hand. Start again dech ....

Zaidan just smiled and left Dinda for the bathroom.

Time continued until dawn. Dinda's busyness from him awake at half-time three until now has not been around. Fortunately, Sumi was ready to help. There was only one more cake for her parents-in-law to cook.

Dinda leaves bi Sumi who continues her work. He headed to the bathroom to clean himself up, as he did before dawn.

Then back to his room. Seen Zaidan was being serious in front of his leptop. Dinda looks not like the attitude of Zaidan who borrowed his goods without saying first.

Dinda pouted, walking while approaching Zaidan who was busy typing something.

"Mas, suspicious of me yes.kok open my laptop did not say."

"Here's honey, don't be like that" said Zaidan as he glanced at Dinda's slightly bent face. Makes Zaidan even more anxious, wanting to tease him.

Dinda passed by no matter what. But no doubt, she was sitting in front of her dresser. Seeing Zaidan. With the same face. Makes Zaidan want to laugh.

"Here see ... for you" said Zaidan as he grabbed Dinda's hand to sit by her side.

Dinda was silent, reluctant. But in his heart was also curious, what did Zaidan want to show.

He got up, approached Zaidan who was sitting leaning on the side of the bed. To obey her curiosity about what her husband was typing.

The opportunity was not wasted Zaidan. He pulled Dinda in his lap. Dinda gasped, her heart as if pausing for a moment. And let herself in her husband's arms.

"What, Mas."

"Look, let's not be suspicious." His hand did not stop typing even by holding Dinda in his lap.

"I'm sorry Dinda, Mom. I don't know."

"The one who should be apologizing. Already using your laptop without permission " said Zaidan while whispering in Dinda's ear.

"Mas should resolve this immediately. It's okay, honey."

Dinda smiled looking at her husband's face. Which is above his face. In close proximity clearly visible good looks. Just a moment ago, I had ignored, not paying attention. And now it makes my heart beat.

"I'm sorry Dinda, Mom."

Dinda was ashamed of the prejudice in her heart. Expecting excessive on her newly known husband.

"We look the same, honey. Crazy work. You're starting at this hour. I'm the same. You know ... Anya I can't leave. Tonight I can work quietly."

"Yes, Mas. But hopefully in the future it can be more regular."

"You miss the same mas, dear" said Zaidan as he typed quickly.

Getting such a question, Dinda was confused. What does it mean ...

Kangen?..

Should I miss the person in sight?!...

Oh ... may be referred to ....

Dinda blushed and hid her face in Zaidan's chest. He began to enjoy the affection that Zaidan always presents.

"Nach ... is now done. Already sent. I'll put this down for a while" Zaidan said, kissing Dinda's hair.

Dinda got up for a moment to let Zaidan put the leptop on her dresser.

'Maos ..."

"Yes .. just say it. Listen to me" said Zaidan, hugging his wife. His heart rate was getting less rhythmic.

"Why silence. Mas was ready to listen to nich." while turning his wife's face to face him. He enjoyed his wife's red face in her arms.  And his hands felt cold and trembling. Zaidan smiled.

"**You?"

Dinda just blushed.

"Can. But unfortunately, what you want to realize is now real in plain sight. And that's the perfect poem."

"Mas .. what is this feeling when close to the husband" said Dinda as she grabbed Zaidan's hand to her chest.

"**Yes." rich Zaidan smiling at his wife's innocent question.

"Mas felt it too." while grabbing Dinda's hand. Put it on his chest. Dinda just laughed.

"Even more" said Zaidan as he touched Dinda's nose with his index finger. And looked into Dinda's eyes that looked radiant. Make his desire rise up to knock his body. To be delivered to those who are missing. Who else if not his wife. Which is now in his lap.

Gaining such a gaze, Dinda just silently glued in her husband's arms. His heart was racing when their faces met.  Unable to decipher what is felt. To understand what her husband meant. He closed his eyes.

"Mother .." Anya's voice resuscitated them. Apparently he's dreaming.

Soon Dinda let go of her husband's embrace, approaching Anya who was fast asleep.

Zaidan was only able to smile concealing the desire, the longing, the tightness in his heart. Who until now is still patiently waiting for the right time.

She smiled, watching Dinda hug her daughter while gently stroking her hair.

"Wait in our house." whispered in Dinda's ear.

Our house ...?

For the umpteenth time Dinda can only be made dumbfounded by the expressions of her husband to her.

"I'm going to the bathroom first. Get ready for dawn."

"Yes, Mum."

"Honey also got to be ready. "

"When Anya wakes up, what?"

"Indeed. Children are more receptive to kindness. Sometimes we respond wrongly."

"meaning?"

"As before, he actually instinctively knew the time to pray. That's why his body wants to wake up. But since you hugged it finally fell asleep again dech..."

"That means that if he wakes up, it should be left."

"Smart ..."His index knocked Dinda's head gently. As they pass away.

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The nuances of the morning radiate as the sun divides the horizon in the eastern horizon. Penetrating the dim shadow of the fog of the rest of the dew that fell in the middle of the night, passed perfectly. It still feels cold water that soaks the face. Although it interfered with dawn prayers.

Lovely morning darling I must miss, for a routine I always do. And also prepare breakfast for loved ones. Which they now stay at my place.

I didn't know there was a car stopping in front of my house.

"Acasino'aikum ..."

"Mr Dinda, looks like there's a guest?"

said bi Sumi while walking forward leaving me struggling with the frying pan. A moment later returned.

"Who?"

"Looks like Zaidan's driver."

"Supervice?" I scrunched my forehead. I don't think Zaidan has a private driver. Who yes ....

"People who used to deliver Dinda's brother to Zaidan here."

"Oh .. Mr. Aldo. please continue frying the fish, Bi."

"Good, Ma'am."

I went to see him in front of the house. Which happened to have not been invited in by bi Sumi.

"Sir Aldo, please come in. Sir!"

"Zay there, Ma'am."

"Not returned from the mosque since the dawn prayer. Maybe go for a walk with brother."

"There's something important. To this extent, Mr. Aldo has to come here."

"There's nothing, Ma'am. Can I wait here?"

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