Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)
SS. 60. The Delayed Night
The gurgling of water falling from the sky made its own rhythm on this silent night. The sound of sea frogs, rejoicing, as if enjoying the festive excitement that nature gave for him.
Al shut off the AC in his room. The air tonight is cold without the help of air conditioning. The more late, the atmosphere is getting quieter, without the usual drone cooling tools menina their bobokan.
"Cold baby." His whisper when he saw his wife sleeping curled up inside the bedcover.
"Hhhhmmm ... " Reply Tata without expending energy.
Al drowned in it. I wanted to offer to try to warm up the atmosphere. But their attitude is equally jaim and choose to be quiet with each other.
A pent-up feeling, that expression might be the right one for them.
"Ehhhmmm ... " Al stretched his hands until he reached his wife's shoulder away from his arm.
"Hhhhmmm ... " Reply Layout, while writhing, who had been curled up gini sleeping on his back with both hands holding the edge of the bedcover just above his chest.
Slowly but surely, Al began to shift his body bit by bit. Similarly, Tata felt compelled to close the line.
Until the end, not only meetings, but indeed no splits. Their eyes looked at each other, expecting each other. Their fingers clashed with each other, clasping each other.
With great difficulty, Tata grabbed the knob of the still-lit sleeping lamp.
Kink ...
The lamp successfully extinguished, dark without lighting. As if to be a signal 'that I'm ready'.
Only the occasional flash of natural light from the outside illuminates through the sidelines of the window panes. It shows the beautiful face next to it.
Al began to launch his hand movements, grabbing the child's hair that participated covered part of his wife's face.
Not only that, even his lips did not want to lose, guerrilla around the area of his face. The calm night atmosphere seems to support the activities of two people who warm each other.
Al's sigh became increasingly irregular, along with the motion of body contortion. Like a dancer swinging the beauty of harmonious body movement.
"Mas ... Al ... " Respair of the Order.
One accidental bite she perched on her husband's burly arm.
Tata's tears flowed without a sound of crying, but there was a single smile on her lips.
"Sorry dear." Bisik Al lirih after completing one main task that was delayed.
I don't know what the word 'sorry' means that Al said. He gently rubbed his wife's forehead, he gave a kiss several times on her lips, before finally descending from the throne.
Warm murmurs flowed, there was a pain that he felt as patches of holy marks spilled from his cup.
"Want you to wake up ?" Al said, after a few minutes they lay down, set their breath and gather energy again.
Al's soft hands again wiped away the remaining tears on his cheeks. Patiently he took his wife. Warm water reduces pain in part of his body.
For a while, Tata was in the bathroom. And come out fresher, though still a bit staggering.
"Where is Mas Al." She muttered to herself, not finding her husband in the room.
His eyes swept across the room.
The lights are already brightly lit, the sheet that was a mess has been replaced.
"Did Mas Al do all this ? Fragrant and neat." She praised her husband.
Tata sat in front of her dressing table mirror. He looked at her face while combing her hair.
"Drink this, let it be warmer." Said Al who suddenly came carrying a cup of wedang uwuh. Typical drinks that are believed to have more properties than just warming the body.
"Mas did all this ?" Tata asked, still not believing what he saw.
"You think ?" Ask Al back.
Tata smiled as she felt the warmth of the cup through her palm.
"Where's Mas Al ?" Tata asked when she found her husband's bare hands.
"Of course, just make you." Al answered while sitting on the edge of the dresser facing his wife.
Sure enough, one seruput wedang uwuh has managed to warm the body, even his mood.
"sickness ?" Al asked still with a look of mischievous eyes that did not escape his wife's face.
"Little." Shame answer.
"Of course, are you used to yourself ?" His shirt is without sin.
"What's ! Indiscriminately, I want to do it again." Al gomas said in response to his wife's joke.
Outside is still drizzling, sometimes lightning or lightning noises are startling. Tata ran back to the bed. Cowering in fear like past moments while still alone.
"Ssuuuttt .. here, near here, let's be more comfortable." Pinta Al's.
It is true, in the deck of an Al feels more secure and comfortable.
'That's enough for tonight, there will be several times for the nights to come.' whispered Al inwardly, smiling to himself.
Tired of making them sound in dreams. Dream good to have a happy tomorrow.
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"Well, last night the rain was heavy, Bun ?" Canda Mbak Watik, when he saw Al and Tata out of the room in a wet state.
'Alhamdulillah, it seems that they have been able to enjoy their days as husband and wife.' Mumbles Mother in the heart.
"Alhamdulillah, yes Mrs Watik. May the torrential rain last night make it flourish and soon bear fruit." Comments Mother straighten.
"Ehem ... ahem .. ahem ... "
This time deliberately Mbak Watik clarified his jokes. Tata just smiled shyly, while Al stay cool.
To eliminate his embarrassment, Tata prefers to approach Nindya who is engrossed in enjoying her breakfast.
"For Mother." Sapa Al flat.
"For my boy, how did you rest last night ?"
"Alhamdulillah, sound Mother."
"Thank God then."
"Oh yes Al, this weekend, Mommy wants you to take your wife for a vacation." Pinta Mother.
"Vacation ?" Tanya Al, astonished by Mother's request.
"Yes, think of it as a honeymoon."
"No need for Mother, after all there is much for Al to do in the office." Al Sanggah.
"Al, the name of the work is endless. Then when do you have an intense time alone with your wife." Urge Mother.
"There is still a lot of time Mother, after all Nindya is with us." Al is looking for an excuse.
"Nindya is safe with Mother. What matters now, schedule the time between you two. It doesn't take long, just this weekend." Mother said more chuckling.
"But Bun _"
"No words but, until when do you want to delay continue." Cut Mother.
"Yes, Mother, yes." Al said ending the debate with Mother Arum.
Small debates that increasingly attached the familiarity of the two.
"Why do you want a pelgi ?" Tanya Nindya is in.
"Dear, Papa's at home today."
"Holmes ... We play the game, Pa."
Al nodded in agreement to his little daughter's invitation. Not only Mother, but also Nindya who always asked to be obeyed her will.
Either coincidentally or indeed because Nindya heard the conversation of Madam Watik with her Eyeang. At its core, water was the main topic at the dinner table this morning.
In my heart, Mother smiled.
'May what God has not given, will soon be realized.' Mother's prayer for the happiness of her beloved son and daughter-in-law.
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