Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)

SS. 56. News About Mr. Arman

The night is getting late. One by one the guests who came began to step their feet goodbye. The atmosphere was quiet, quiet, there was not a single look of life there.

Black clouds began to dominate the blue sky. In fact, the stars refused to come out. The moon also whispered not to come tonight.

"What are you thinking ?"

The melodious voice of barito Al resuscitated, that he was not alone at the moment.

"I'm not thinking about anything." Answer lies.

"Lying if you're not thinking about something." Whispers watered.

Al began to approach the lethargic-looking angel. He stood beside her, staring at the starless black sky.

"I know what you're thinking." Mumbled Al himself.

"Me, I just don't think out. Why didn't Paklek come."

Tata's tears began to fade. Al held the tiny body that was legitimately his into his arms.

"You take it easy, I'll find out tomorrow. What happened to Mr. Arman." Bisik Al is calming.

"Thank you." Lirih.

"From now on, there is no longer any distance between us, whatever your problems will be my problems as well. Never cry, I'd rather see you smile."

Al's words made his heart calmer. She hugged her husband tighter.

"Eh, hold on." Said Tata releasing her embrace. As if remembering something that was forgotten.

"What's up ?"

"I looked at Dya for a moment."

"Hhuuuff ... I guess what's wrong."

Little Nindya was asleep in her dreams. All day he ran around enjoying the event with joy. Tata returned to her room, after making sure her little daughter was asleep in the lap of the night.

"Mas, haven't slept ?" Tata asked as she returned to her room. He found Al still sitting on the edge of the bed with his cell phone in his hand.

"Mas is still waiting for you." Answer Al while putting his phone on the nightstand.

"Do you want to ... ?" Said restrained.

"You want what ?" Ask Al to clarify.

"You want that, anu, what ?"

"What ?"

Al began to approach the woman who was still standing upright in front of the door of her room. The closer, the smelling of his body.

Tata was still down and silent. He did not even dare to move a bit. His heart beat fast. His body temperature began to fall.

Slowly, Al's hands began to comb the hair Tata left in the pool. He inserted some of the hair covering his face behind the earlobe.

The radiance of beauty began to be seen behind the dim light of a sleeping lamp.

"Are you ready ?"

Al's question made Tata more nervous, her feet cold, limp and powerless to support her body, as Al began to lift her chin, seeing more clearly the beautiful face before her eyes.

"Mas ... " His words are getting stifled.

Without saying anything else, Al carried Anita's tiny body. He slowly pulled her on the bed.

Tata closed his eyes as Al began to bring his face closer.

"Sleep, it's too late, I know you're so tired." His whisper was soft and lying on his side after covering his wife's body with a sheet of bedcover.

'I'm sorry Mas, I have not been able to fulfill my duties.' whispered Tata inwardly. Slowly his eyes closed, letting his subconscious control his body.

Al knew what his wife was feeling. His heart and mind are out of sync. It would be unethical if he enjoyed himself what they should feel together.

"Not for tonight baby, but later if you're really ready, I'll be there every time." Bisik Al, when making sure his wife has closed her eyes.

Although there is no first night, but for Al the next nights will be more meaningful.

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"Good morning, dear ? How was the break last night ?" Sap Mommy, when she saw her daughter-in-law was already in the kitchen.

"Alhamdulillah, sleep Mother's sound system." Answer while busying yourself by arranging breakfast at the dining table.

I don't know what Mother is seeing. To be sure, Tata feels Mother is paying attention to her attitude this morning.

'It looks like Tata has taken a shower, but why not get wet ?' Mother in the heart.

Shower, but not wet ?

Maybe you mean, Tata's hair that is not wet is exposed to water splashing when bathing.

'Not yet, but why ? maybe because they are too tired, because the activities of some days are very draining.' Think Mother again.

"Dearly on, hhhmmm .. already fragrant."

"Yes, said Eyang, Dya must learn independently."

"Mommy's child's printer."

He said, while landing a kiss on the cheek of his bully many times.

"Here baby, Dya sat next to Eyang. Let Mama make warm milk for Dya." Pinta Eyang, done immediately.

"Where's the al ? how is it not visible yet ? is he not awake yet ?" Ask Mother Arum.

"So you've woken up to your Mother's morning prayers, maybe you're sleeping again. Wait a minute, let me call you first Mother."

It has become a bad habit Al, if there is no activity, he always sleeps again after dawn.

"Mas Al." Call Tata shirih, when she finds her husband still curled up in a bedcover.

"Mas, get up, it's noon." Whisper again.

"Hhhhmmm ... "

"Come on, don't be lazy. Mother's waiting at the dinner table."

"Ggrrrrrr ..." Said surprising.

He pretended to sleep to make his wife laugh.

"Aaauuu, what the hell Mas. Shocked to know !"

It was not the cheerful laughter he had, but the small pinch on his waist that he felt.

"People hurt."

"Belgroff."

"Oh ... Turns out my wife can snack too."

Al replied to her with a tickle around her waist.

"Mas, I'm, geez, don't make me wet the bed." Ocehnya in the wake of laughter.

"Well, I'd rather see you laughing out loud than frowning without a smile."

Tata fell right on the bed. It was very easy for Al to lock his body.

If only Mother was not waiting at the dining table, want to taste he was hungry fresh dishes in front of her eyes right then and there.

Their faces were so close, that Tata could feel the warmth of his breath. "Mama !" Nindya's screams resounded, if it was too late.

"Yes dear." Tata's answer is still silent under the power of Alfatih's sturdy body.

Ddrrrrttt .. ddrrrr ...

"Ssiiiitttt, what else is this !" Al grunts when his phone shakes.

In fact, a little more the lips of both of them collide with each other.

"Let's go, don't be important." The word Tata reminds.

Al had to let go of his arms. On the screen, it says Reza's name.

While Al was busy with his phone, Tata left the room first, to head to the dining room.

"Hallo Za, what's up ?" Ask Al directly at the point.

"I already know where Mr. Arman is." The answer.

"Oh yeah, where's Mr Arman ? is she okay ?" Al asked impatiently.

"He is currently being treated in hospital."

"At the hospital ? why is he Za ?"

"I myself do not know for sure Sir, which is clear according to the info I get, if initially Mr. Arman had acute diarrhea."

"Find out what caused it and how it got so suddenly."

"Every sir, this is me just heading to the hospital where Mr. Arman is being treated."

"Thank you Za, I'm waiting for more info."

'Sir Arman has acute diarrhea, is it strange ? Not that, the night before H I had a chance to talk over the phone, and He looked fine. Or no complaints at all.' thought Al considering the events before Uncle Tata's absence.

'I'd rather not report this to Tata. Let Reza find out the truth first.' Mumbled himself.

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