Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 91. Alright, Wifey

Jakarta

Tama

Sasa continued to complain of difficulty sleeping. Though Pocut already rubbed the little girl's back to calm down. It has also arranged the bed in such a way as to be comfortable to occupy. But it doesn't have any effect. Sasa even started sobbing and asked to go home.

He finally decided to leave the room. Deliberately leaving Sasa alone with Pocut. Maybe its presence is still quite foreign also affects the mood of Sasa becomes worse.

He also turned on the television. Meant to watch the first matchday of the Premier League this season. Bigmatch Arsenal vs Manchester City. Quite, rather than bengong waiting for Sasa to fall asleep.

But the team ripped Arsene Wenger © and Pep Guardiola could not seize his focus. Fast football played feels less greget. Too many ball hulls and long passes are wasted. Even in the 14th minute, Stering easily managed to conquer Cech through a hard kick into the corner of the goal. 0: 1.

"Van?" He finally called Devano. There's no other choice. Although initially had intended to use the butler service facility, but was canceled. "Where?"

"Just finished the evaluation with the team, sir."

"Bawain PS here."

"Now, Sir?"

"Next year!" His grunts are a little upset. "Take this with nanya!"

And finally Pocut caught the four of them playing exciting games, even though time was almost in the early hours.

"The kids must be tired. Where to go tomorrow." Pocut gave him an accusatory look. "Mas moreover. Not that rest does anything useless."

He just smiled as he grabbed Pocut's shoulder. Not at all concerned with the first scolding of Pocut which in his ear actually sounded like a sweet statement full of love. More interested to ask the thing that became his main focus since going up to the 25th floor. "Well are you asleep?"

Pocut still gave him an accusatory look. "Don't switch the conversation."

But a second later nodded. Makes him clutch his shoulder deeply.

"Eh, the room's over there, Mas." Pocut pointed towards the master room with wide eyes.

But he shook his head. "It's safer here." Pocut immediately drove through the dark alley to the private spa room. Then open the door wide.

"Lumayan." He smiled with satisfaction when he saw the situation in the room. There is a spa bed, a sofa, and several chairs.

Pocut looked over with a frown. But according to him when he guided into the private spa room. Then close the door with just a touch of one foot.

Clamps!

His ability in kicking turned out to be reliable at this crucial moment. Great jobs.

"The mattress is too small." But he suddenly shook his head as he checked the size of the bed that certainly would not fit to accommodate the two of them. Maybe enough, but far from the word comfortable because it is not able to accommodate the activities they want to do. Absolutely right, yes? The grin in the heart.

"Why would you like to do something?" Pocut's voice sounded astonished. But when their eyes collide and he throws a meaningful smile. Pocut's face suddenly splashed red and immediately turned his gaze to any direction. Gotchas.

"Sofa." He swiftly pointed to the corner of the room where stored a comfortable white sofa. "Sip." His smile immediately grew. "Perfects."

Then he turned to look at Pocut. Stretching out the hand trying to grab the unraveled black hair that the waves at the ends cover the shoulders. Means touching the neck as soft as silk. Then stroked her slowly with a slight gentle swab.

For a man who has failed miserably in his household, what he currently holds is more than worthy of being called a gift. Pocut is not perfect. Himself too. But the clarity of heart and sincerity possessed by Pocut has managed to calm his mind. Without exception. One thing I've been looking for all this time.

"Rather than having to be in the bathtub," always tried to melt the atmosphere because Pocut's facial expression turned tense.

"Cold." He clicked. The bathroom is as good as any shape and as sophisticated as any is not an interesting place to celebrate love. Moreover, this would be the first time for the two of them. It would be nice if you choose a comfortable atmosphere and quite soft. That's just right.

He grabbed a pinch of strayed hair covering his shoulders. Then smell it deeply while inhaling the aroma. Fragrant. Such pleasant fragrance makes the heart more flowery.

Then he reached the beautiful body in front into the embrace. Drowned his face along the black hair that was scattered to the back. Enjoying how moment by second is so precious. Feel every change in the Pocut reaction as small as possible. From what was originally very stiff, slowly but surely began to loosen. Especially after he swept his face through the neck as soft as silk. It can be ascertained if the owner of this charming face has 100% surrendered to him. Until he also had to tighten his arms around the waist slender in the grip so as not to fall.

It felt like he had not enjoyed this sensation for too long. Remembering when it was the last time you experienced it was difficult. Even forgot. How beautiful it is

But the sound of crying children who were heard walking closer made his ears suddenly look out. Dispersing the impulse of desire at the tip of the horn which in an instant suddenly shattered into pieces.

"Mama! Huhuhoo!"

And that's his death knell. Sasa's cries and shouts called out the name of the person in the embrace.

Pocut, whose red cheeks met gave a contrite look full of regret. "Pardon me."

He briefly touched himself briefly before releasing a hug with a heavy heart. Then take a long step to open the door. His eyes immediately caught the shadow of Sasa being led by Icad walking in a dark hallway like he was looking for someone.

"Sasa nangis nyariin mama," said Icad with a crooked face.

"here." He waved asking Sasa to come closer. Then lead the sobbing little girl to meet Pocut.

"Sasa?" Pocut immediately hugged Sasa. "Why awake?"

"Sasa nightmare. Everything is dark can't see anything." Sasa hid the face on Pocut's chest while covered in tears.

"Truly have to wait tomorrow," his bitter chuckle as he rubbed the top of Sasa's head. Then grab Pocut's shoulder and guide the child's mother leaving the private spa room to the master room.

Pocut's regretful face continuously looked at him unwell. But he replied with a brief kiss on the forehead. Wright, wifey.

"So good sleep." He patted the pillow that Sasa was going to sleep with. "Don't miss the plane tomorrow."

Sasa who was rubbing his eyes did not answer. While Pocut looked at her worriedly. "Where are you going?"

"Please, not PS." He laughed discordantly. "You're watching you versus Spurs."

***

Sasas

He likes Tama more than anyone. Because in addition to having a handsome face (his eyes suddenly buyak while covering his mouth with both hands. Sssttt .. don't say mommy, yes) and good. Om Tama is always nice. Just like yahbit. But in the end, he likes Tama more than yahbit. Maybe because he was bored with Yahoo. Hihihim ....

He also always imagined, if you have a father like Tama om. Must be so much fun. The world will be more colorful like the story of Rainbow Ruby in the rainbow village.

But when dreams come true. When everyone smiled widely and gave him congratulations with almost the same sentence with each other.

"Welcome to you, have a new father."

"Well, now Sasa is Tama's son."

"What dream could you have a father as cool as Mr. Tama?"

Suddenly he changed his mind. Especially when he caught Tama standing behind the door of his room. Then I saw my mom sleeping in Tama's arms. I don't want and don't want my mom to be close to anyone but her. He felt, om Tama who was originally fun now turned annoying. Om Tama will take mama from him. Can't do.

"Why do you like crying now?" Ask mom when Tama's out of the room. "It's usually good, really. Never cry."

"If Sasa was crying, people wouldn't understand what Sasa wanted." Mom gave a warning look. "Sasa can say fine if there is something that is not liked."

He just nodded while bowing his head.

"I forgot what my mom said?"

He shook. But with your head down. Remembering the story that mama often told me every night before bed. About the brave children whom God loves. Dare to be honest, dare to do good, dare to share.

"Even though now there is om Tama and mas Reka, Mama still love Sasa." Mama stroked her head gently.

"Yes .. but Sasa doesn't want to sleep alone." He grumbled annoyed. "I can't sleep if I'm not with my mom."

"Now Sasa is sleeping with Mama. But still crying?"

"When you wake up because of a nightmare, your mom doesn't exist!"

"Where's the jogja, Ma?" He asked while hiding his face in his armpit. Hmm, it feels comfortable and pleasant.

"In the middle of the island of Java," answered the mother while rubbing her back.

"Not far, Ma?"

"Not too far, but not too close."

"Mama's been there?"

"Not yet." Mama laughed.

"Why don't you come tomorrow?" He looked up at my mom. Feeling to find an idea. "Pity is Mama .. have never been to Jogja. Come with me, Ma?"

Mama laughed again. "Mama should accompany Tama here."

"Why should anyone so big om be accompanied by all? Meaning a coward dong, Ma? Hihih ...."

"Not accompanied by a coward." Mama nodded in disagreement. "But because now .. mama has become a wife om."

He frowned. "Om spoiled. Wear accompanied by all. Sasa the little boy is brave."

Mama stroked her hair. "Tomorrowing the rame-rame. Same Lana, Arka mas, Yasa's sister."

He's still pouting.

"The same Dekgam." Mama smiled broadly. "Definitely exciting. Already, now sleep. His mouth is locked." Mama twirled her fingers in front of her mouth mimicking the motion of locking the door.

"The key was thrown away." Mom threw away the key by throwing it.

He was still pouting but said nothing more. Back to hide face in mom's armpit. Mom whispered a prayer before going to sleep in her ear. Then he kissed her hair and said, "Iaaaang Sasa, the son of Salihah."

He smiled happily. Sasa also I have the same mother. Honey up to sky-high.

***

Tama

"Titip kids."

"Ready, Mas." Cakra.

"Don't hesitate to call if there's a problem."

"Maybe nothing, Mommy." Cakra smiled as he extended his hand. "Pamit first."

He patted Cakra on the shoulder.

"Bye, Papa." Umay who had been walking in the passage deliberately turned around just to wave his hand.

"Bye, Umay. Have fun." He returned Umay's hand. While looking at the back of Reka and Icad who walked away. Then switch to Sasa who still hugs Pocut.

"Yuk, go, yuk." Dara rubbed the top of Sasa's head. "The plane is waiting, no."

Sasa did not cry. But a gloomy face. Make him grab Sasa into the sling. "Do you want Papa to take you to the elevator?"

Sasa did not answer or nod. But he kept holding Sasa out of the suite. "Then you used to be with mom."

Sasa according. Waving hands weakly.

"Happy picnic, Sasa." Pocut returned a wave of Sasa's hand. His wife seemed to cover up his worries with a smile.

"If Sasa is good," he whispered as he stepped down the hallway to the elevator. "Let's give you a gift."

Sasa's eyes, which were originally sweet, were now starting to get excited.

"If Sasa is good," he repeated. "No cry, same massage om .. Papa means, same massage yahbit and aunt Anja. Go home from Jogja we buy the gift of choice Sasa."

"Well, can you choose yourself?" Sasa looked at him in disbelief.

He nodded.

"Which costs more than twenty thousand can also be?"

He laughed off hearing Sasa say the same thing as the first time he bought a toy a year ago. "The price is whatever you like."

"Really?" Sasa's eyes are breaking.

He nodded as he extended a fist to be pitted as a sign of agreement. "Promise."

"Let mama be angry." Sasa shriveling. "Mama said, you can buy toys but they don't cost twenty thousand."

"Then don't tell mama" she whispered in a mysterious style. "It's both of us's secrets."

Sasa laughed while smothering his own mouth.

"Deal?" He stretched out his fist again.

Sasa nodded. But not welcoming his fist. "Not a gini, Om."

Sasa opened his fist then grabbed the little finger and linked it. "Deal. Hihih ...."

"Kok still calling me?" He pretended to protest.

"Keep calling him what?"

"Papa kayak bang Umay, can. Or dad kayak mas Reka can too." He stopped because he had arrived at the elevator door.

Sasa seemed to think. "Papa bang Umay, Om."

"Our more?" He frowned.

"Oh yes forgot, hihihi ...." Sasa covered his mouth with both hands. "Pa .. pa ...."

He thumbs up. "Good."

Then lowered Sasa from the sling because the elevator door had opened.

"Yuk the Aunt." Dara grabbed Sasa's hand and took him to the elevator.

"Thank you Sasa, you've been a good boy." This is the sentence Dara designed when picking up the kids to their suite ten minutes ago. And he managed to pronounce it eloquently.

"Have fun, yeah." He waved his hand.

Sasa blushed. And before the elevator door closed perfectly, he could hear Sasa exclaiming. "Drug, Papa."

He returned to the suite with long steps and a heart filled with joy. Meet Pocut who gasped to see his appearance in front of the door.

***

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