Miss Your Hugs

Chapter 49

The next morning, Nisa opened her eyes. It looks like Bara is still asleep sleeping still holding him tightly.

Slowly Nisa let go of her husband, so as not to wake him up. Nisa picked up her clothes scattered on the floor, due to the behavior of her husband's bars.

Nisa goes into the bathroom, does the mandatory shower. Praying at dawn as a Muslim.

He took off the face he was wearing, after he finished performing the prayer. Walking towards the balcony door, opened the little curtain that covered the glass window letting light into his room.

Opening the balcony door, letting the morning breeze into the room. Nisa walked towards the balcony to look around, accidentally seeing Erwin and vice versa. Their eyes met each other every few seconds, their eyes stopped when they heard the murmur of Bara behind the blanket.

Nisa went inside, disregarding Erwin who had been staring at her since.

“What do you see? Quick in! We are almost too late,” said Dion lowered the car glass.

Hearing Dion's cry, Erwin immediately got into the car.

Nisa reentered her room, slowly waking her husband up.

“Mas, wake. Today is the first day of work,” said soft Nisa.

Tidying up her slightly cluttered room, taking her husband's clothes put in the basket.

“What time is it now?” mumbling behind a blanket.

“Jam six,” Nisa says.

The sound of the car slowly drifting away.

“Erwin go to work so early?” inner Nisa.

But he tried not to think about it.

“In the meantime,” Mumbles Bara is not clear.

“I'll go down to make you breakfast,” says Nisa.

There was no word from her husband, Bara must have resumed her sleep.

Nisa rushes to the kitchen, making breakfast for her husband along with lunch. Quite a long time in the kitchen, with good hands cooking.

The doorbell rang, indicating that a guest was coming.

“Who is visiting so early,” murmured Nisa wonder.

He washed his hands first, and hurried to open the door.

“Good morning Nisa,” said.

“Uncle,” said Nisa then smilingly let her in.

“Sorry uncle is visiting so early. Is Bara awake?” tanyakanya.

“Mas Bara still sleeping uncle. Nisa will wake her uncle,” said Nisa was about to pass away.

“It is better to just let Nisa, uncle is not good if disturbing his sleep.”

“Not bother uncle, soon mas Bara will go to work.”

Uncle Ridwan nodded.

Nisa goes up to her room, thinking how her uncle knows their home address. Maybe Bara told me what he thought.

Ceklek, the door sounds open. Bara just opened his eyes, sitting leaning on the bed while closing his mouth because he yawned.

“Available?” sapa Nisa closed the door of her room and sat next to her husband in the opposite position.

“Hm,” Bara replied in a lazy tone, because he still felt drowsiness.

“Why see me like that?” ask Bara.

Seeing his wife staring at him.

“There is an uncle coming,” said Nisa.

Bara frowned in wonder.

“Uncle, This Sepagi is coming?” ask him to make sure.

Nisa nodded.

“Did you tell uncle that we've moved house?”

“No, I haven't communicated with uncle in weeks. Out of nowhere uncle knows it,” said Bara.

“Yes already, take a quick shower! Uncle is waiting for you below,” said Nisa about to pass away.

“Eits, where are you going?”

With a single pull, Nisa fell into his arms.

“Silence, talkative! Your voice beats a parrot,” taunts Bara.

He brought his face closer and kissed his wife good morning on both cheeks.

“Anaan anyway, my voice is good!” nisa protested while pursing her lips.

Bara chuckled, anxiously kissing his wife's cheek again.

“Already, come down! I'll take a shower first,” said Bara let go of her arms.

“You are,” protest Nisa justifies her slightly messy clothes.

Get out of bed, go to the bathroom.

“Honey,” call Bara when it is in front of the bathroom door.

“Iya,” says Nisa.

Seeing her husband wearing only boxer shorts, made her immediately turn her face away.

“I'm talking to you,” call Bara upset, because he saw his wife turn her face away.

“What?” nisa had to look.

“Please bring me my work clothes in the room yes,” Bara said.

Seeing Nisa nod, Bara resumed her steps into the bathroom.

Nisa goes into her husband's room, and opens the closet looking for work clothes that are suitable for her husband.

“It looks like it fits,” his murmur takes on navy colored clothes.

Remembering in his mind, how Bara treated him first because he was looking for navy-colored clothes.

He smiled and shook his head.

“All that has passed,” murmured.

He rushed out to go back to his room. Put the shirt on the bedside table.

His gaze was shifted to look at the mattress, there were traces of blood spots. Immediately remove it and put it in the basket where the clothes are dirty.

“I'll wash it later,” murmured.

Nisa went back to the kitchen, to prepare breakfast. Along with warm green tea, for her husband and also the uncle of her husband who was waiting in the living room.

Bara, who had just finished his bath, smiled never separated from his ripe lips. He glanced at the clothes that were already available on the table, then took the clothes and put them on.

After putting on his clothes, Bara sat on a chair about to put on his shoes. However, when he was about to stand up his eyes felt dappled. In fact he almost fell down, quickly grabbing the table beside him to hold on.

“Why suddenly my head hurts so much?” mummy Bara sat on the floor.

Bara took a breath, then threw it away so on until he felt his head was a little light and his pain began to subside.

Bara slowly went out and went down to meet his wife for breakfast.

In the middle of the stairs he paused for a moment, looking at the beautiful wife with her hair down. Nisa is still busy stirring her husband's favorite green tea, without her husband noticing her.

“Honey,” call Bara.

Nisa turned her head towards the voice, Bara approached her and hugged her.

“Mas let's have breakfast,” invite Nisa to let go of her husband's deck.

“Uncle has been waiting for you since. Meet first and have breakfast together, I have prepared everything,” said Nisa.

“Alright, I will see uncle for a moment,” Bara said kissing his wife's cheek at a glance and passing away.

“Uncle,” call Bara.

Uncle Ridwan who was initially busy with his cellphone, was distracted by the sound of Bara's call.

“Bara, how are you doing, son?” asked the uncle who hugged him.

“I'm good, as uncle saw. What about uncle, aunt and Reyhan? It has been a long time not to meet them,” said Bara who sat with his uncle on his soft sofa.

“They're good. Where do you work now? I heard your business is bankrupt right now!”

Making Bara's tongue unable to speak, how his uncle knew it all. In fact, he hasn't told it.

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