Love Lembayung Dusk

Chapter 51 Candra's first request.

The black car carrying Dinda and Candra now stops at a roadside diner. Going without eating makes Dinda's stomach sound when heading home.

Dinda bowed embarrassed, because the sound of her stomach ringing up several times and sounded loud in the hearing of the two.

Candra who heard, obviously did not want Dinda getting hungry. He also decided to stop at one of the rice stalls that they happened to pass.

"Don't mind, would you, eating here?" tanya Candra stopped the car next to the rice stall.

Dinda glanced into the tent that looked so crowded, she nodded with cheeks that were still met with shame.

"It's okay, isn't it, run a little?" he continued and returned to Dinda with a small nod.

Beyond the water still falls from the sky, though not so heavily. However, if they do not run away, they will be bored.

"Just a second!" Candra picked up something in the back seat right behind Dinda, making Dinda's sense of smell full of her husband's scent. Unconsciously he held his breath for a moment and his heart was racing.

The leather jacket that Candra often wears turns out to be stored there. He took it to be a protector from the rain. Candra got off first and circled the car.

Open the door for Dinda, taking refuge under the same jacket. Getting treated that, reminding Dinda of the events when Candra was like that too.

"Just be there." Appoint the Candra on an empty table at the end after entering the tent.

Dinda immediately agreed and followed in the intended direction. The two sat facing each other at a long table.

"Am Candra not afraid, if Mas Lintang will be angry?" dinda asked after the waiter left carrying their order notes.

"He won't get angry" replied Candra flat, her hands folded on the edge of the table.

"But I'm not good, Mom," complained Dinda.

"Udah, don't think about it! That's my business."

Dinda pursed her lips. Not wanting to think, but still being a burden on his mind. What else is it all because of him.

"Enak Bener, tell not to think," grumbled Dinda slowly.

"You said, what?"

"Well, don't say anything" elak Dinda shook his head quickly, his hands folded and resting on the edge of the table like Candra.

Candra squeaks her eyes. He wanted to protest with Dinda's answer, because he had heard Dinda muttering. But urung, because the waiter had already come while carrying a napan containing their order.

"Well, get used to eating with your hands?" ask Candra who saw Dinda did not immediately touch her food.

"Not ordinary, but it can, '" Dinda replied honestly.

Dinda washed her hands first on a small bowl filled with water, then took a little fried tilapia with both hands.

"Yeah!"

Dinda gasped, as Candra's hand containing rice and fish was already in front of her mouth, before she raised the hand that contained the exact same.

"No, I can do it myself!" push Dinda slowly while watching around, afraid that there is something about Candra's action.

"Aaa" said Candra softly, but firmly.

Dinda gulped before finally welcoming her first bribe from the hand that is now officially her husband.

"Still," said Dinda in her mouth.

"Hmm" said Candra.

"Eh, why Mas," cried Dinda, because the plate where the fish and vegetables were pulled by Candra.

Without answering, Candra nonchalantly pinched the fried tilapia, and placed it on Dinda's plate.

"Hmm," muttered Candra and went back to eating her food.

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When I got home, the rain was completely gone. Dinda and Candra quickly entered their room. Alternately using the bathroom, awkwardly Dinda joined the same mattress after the routine.

It is still unusual to remove a covering cloth that wraps its long hair in front of others. What's more their first night sleeping together, Candra did not blame herself for staying in an instant veil.

Dinda also reused her veil tonight, while enduring endless embarrassment. For some reason, since becoming a husband and wife, Dinda can not be a nod anymore in front of Candra.

In the past, he was quite confident and ready to speed even if only a trivial masah. However, now it was completely different, and it was like there was an invisible barrier that forbade him from behaving like an enemy.

Dinda climbed on the mattress very carefully, so as not to disturb Candra who was closing her eyes. He knows himself enough. As a new refugee, do not want to disturb the peace of the owner of the power where he lives.

"Are you going to sleep?"

Shocked in shock as if stung by an electric current of fifty volts, Dinda looked nervously. She thought her husband was asleep.

"W-why, Mas?" Dinda cursed herself, because her nervousness is so clear and very obvious in the netra of men who are now her legal husband.

Candra sat with her back straight while looking at Dinda. Being looked at increasingly wrong behavior.

"There's something I want to talk about" Candra said seriously.

Dinda gulped, and slowly sat down to appreciate her husband. Although there is no love, Dinda is indebted for Candra's sacrifice to her.

"What is that, Mom?" reply Dinda asked.

"It's about the perpetrator."

Candra's answer slightly relieved her heart. He was thinking no-no, and ready to protest. However, that answer made him immediately focus on Candra.

"Tomorrow me and Kaamil will see him again, will you come? He still won't confess, who's behind the photo spread."

"If it's allowed, I'll come along" I'm Dinda.

"Yes. If you want to come, I don't mind" prune Candra.

"Can I ask you something?"

Dinda clenched her confused eyes, still frozen without being able to pull out a single sentence. Trying to guess what Candra would ask of him.

"Can I ask you something?" reset Candra, cut off her reverie.

"Si-please," resigned Dinda heavy.

Asmofir seketi. Heart beat is not in rhythm, the palm suddenly wet involuntarily. I want to deny it, but it is real. She who had been married, could clearly guess the thoughts of the man who only lived alone in a room with her.

"Later, if you meet the perpetrator. I hope ... You don't have to ask too much! I'm afraid you can't control yourself. Let me and Kaamil interrogate him."

"Oh ... So, huh? I'm yelling," said Dinda, pretending to nod in understanding.

"Relax, Dinda ... calm down," Dinda's screams implied, suggesting she.

"There again?" Dinda wanted to immediately submerge herself under the blanket, as the contents of the mind drifting out of nowhere embarrassed her herself.

Candra does not speak. Their eyes collided for a moment, until finally Dinda first cut off the konta. Avoiding the gaze of the pitch-black bead, the distance of which was quite close.

"As I said before, I want us to learn to accept each other after this matter is over! We are both adults, and can take a firm stance. I don't want .. Our marriage to be likened to your wedding just yet!" candid Candra.

"So .. from now on! Open your headscarf if only two are with me, as a beginning so that we can learn to accept each other" said Candra.

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