Honey Semanis Tubes
WE SHOULD HAVE
Kinanti came home late because she had to pick up her car at the workshop. Arriving on the porch of the house, he turned off the car engine, but was reluctant to go down.
For a moment in the car, he looked around his house. The second-floor house, a combination of old and young brown paint, was inhabited ten years ago. A metallic black SUV belonging to her husband was parked in the garage.
The time shows at 19:00 WIB when Kinanti arrives home. After pressing the password on the doorknob, a bib sounds so that the door opens automatically. Instantly the tiredness that melanda disappeared as the aroma of cooking teased the sense of smell. He put the briefcase on the sofa, then headed for the kitchen.
“Hallo, beautiful mama girls.” Kinanti greeted the 14-year-old twins sitting down enjoying a meal.
“Mamaaa,” sahut them simultaneously. Gegas, the two stood up to welcome Kinanti and scrambled to hug her first.
“Mama is long? Usually go home at five,” Sharqee chirps, the elder fifteen minutes from his twin.
“Mama was there extra work, so it was a bit late.” Kinanti poked Sharqee's nose.
“Tau, here, Brother Sharqee. Though the youngest Arqee, even he is more spoiled, ihhh.” Arqee hugged her mother.
“Udah, let your mama eat first.” Sarma came down from the second floor. Surya's in-laws still look graceful at the age of sixty years.
Surya looked over and smiled warmly at him. Sarma immediately picked up a pot of soup cooked by her son-in-law.
Kinanti approached Surya who was washing his hands. He hugged the thin man from behind. There was a sense of comfort as she smelled her husband's body. Creed Green Irish Tweed, with the aroma of special leaves increasingly make Kinanti feel at home to embrace the man who has been married for 15 years.
“Mas..,” sigh Kinanti slowly.
Sharqee and Arqee just smile at their mother's habits. For both of them, it was already accustomed to seeing the affection between their parents.
“Hmm ...” Only a short mutter was heard from Surya's lips. After tasting the taste of the last dish he cooked, Surya took off the black apron, turned off the stove and turned to face Kinanti.
“Yes, Honey. How does it work today?” ask Surya. He stroked Kinanti's cheek gently.
“Lumayan ...”
“Lumayan tired, yes?” Surya whispering. The man let his wife hold him for long. “Sorry, I did not take bales chat and did not call Honey all day.”
“Busy is it until not perfect reply Whatsapp Kinan?” The spoiled sulky tone was uttered by Kinanti.
“This day, mas faced with the condition of a ten-year-old child patient suffering from leukemia, Honey.”
Kinanti silently listened to her husband tell a story. The conversation at the dinner table continues to flow by stories about the school of his two daughters.
They occasionally laughed as Arqee practiced the duties of the school.
It should be when Surya squirming his hands telling stories or looking at him when chatting with the Twins is something that I should be grateful for. However, for some reason there was still empty space in his heart.
***
Still in the kimono, Kinanti came out of the bathroom. The woman dried her half-wet hair with a towel. After that, he wrapped the small towel all over the hair to form a bun. The tiered white neck shows the curve of his shoulders.
Surya shook his head, sat down on the bed, and was still immersed in his reading. Slowly, Kinanti walked closer. With a seductive look, Kinanti climbed onto her lap, removing the reading glasses that framed Surya's face.
“Why, Honey? You kok tumben today rather manjaan,” said Surya soft. Pulling the Kinanti into a hug. A brief kiss landed on Kinanti's lips.
“Kinan kangen Mas.”
“Lah, it does go where to use kangen-kangen everything. Kan, mas here.” Surya plays his wife's hair.
“Kinan kangen Mas like early marriage first. Mas Surya is romantic, considerate, and often travel,” said Kinanti slowly.
Surya smiled listening to his wife's babble. He is very understanding of the character of Kinanti who was born as an only child and sometimes spoiled nature can be present suddenly when carried away by the atmosphere. His mind re-remembered the time after they passed the sacred night of the bride a dozen years ago.
“Just later, how many want our children, want whatever our age, Kinan want to be called ‘Honey’ aja.”
“Iya, Kinan Honey Dear ..”
A memory of the past that always makes Surya grateful to have a woman like Kinan. Although sometimes the potent nature appears, still Kinanti can be said to be a hardworking figure. The departure of the father facing the Divine during college, making him learn to live independently with his mother. Fortunately, the savings inherited by the father were able to support the cost of his studies until graduation.
Surya realizes his busy work the last year eroded his cooperation with Kinanti. The man with the nose pulled his wife back in his arms. He kissed and stroked the head of Kinanti.
“Later after the treatment of patients who are handling is completed, mas promise we will travel. Count all our fifteenth anniversary.” Surya put his journal into the nightstand.
“Anniversary, it's still a long time. Six months, Mom. I want next month we go on holiday.”
“Yes how you want again, Honey. I can only estimate we have time around that. Anyway, Honey has already left vacation?”
Kinanti shook her head in a doldrums.
“Surely not in-ACC same Bu Rosalina, ‘kan?”
Kinanti just nodded slowly. Surya is sometimes anxious when his wife's spoiled behavior appears.
“Honey has just been promoted to rise in office, surely the workload is more and more. It will be difficult if you leave.” Surya gently massaged his wife's shoulders.
Kinanti only listened to Surya's explanation, looking into the husband's eyes with a clear face.
“Come, Honey. Just a little more patience, yeah. For the future of our children.”
“But, Mas—”
“Ssttt,” whiskey Solar. Her index finger touched Kinanti's mouth. He cupped both sides of his wife's face, friendly.
Kinanti who was under Surya's embrace was just waiting with a feeling of longing.
“Currently Honey only needs this.” Surya laid down Kinanti with a hoarse voice.
Quenched all the lamps that illuminate the room. Only the silhouettes of the two bodies were left fused in the sky of the room.
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