Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 93. Celebrating Love

Jakarta

Pocktail

"If you had low teeth." Tama is getting smirking. "Now we're high Rpm gas."

She who does not understand the meaning of Tama's speech prefers to shuffle out of bed rather than serve her husband's words.

"Are you sure you don't want to try a different sensation?" Imbuh Tama followed by a crisp laugh, even though he had moved.

And all the way to the dining room his forehead kept shrinking. Test drives? High RPM? Maybe he can find out what it means through a search engine. Is it something good or bad. Because when saying these two words, Tama's face clearly implies temptation.

It seems, from now on he must be friends with search engines in order to keep up with Tama's chat. Especially if not to know the latest topics, the hottest news, or just enrich the vocabulary in English. Because when chatting, Tama often slip words in English.

Exactly like the advice of Miss Niar, if she has to keep moving in a better direction. Sharpen your abilities, increase your knowledge, mature your attitude. Not because she has now become the wife of a Wiratama Yuda. But more for himself.

"One of the things that makes a woman's beauty radiate is confidence" said Ms. Niar at a restaurant, after they made the last fitting of clothes.

"See." Ms. Niar pointed at someone who had just entered the restaurant. A woman his age might be. Simple yet elegant appearance. Long pants, blouse and blazer. Not wearing excessive makeup and accessories. Moreover jewelry like a gold shop goes. But it looks so attractive and impressive.

"It does not have to be beautiful like the ideal standard in our society in general to look attractive," continued Ms. Niar. "Confidence, attitude when treating others, and knowledge possessed more can make a woman look attractive many times than physical appearance."

"Yes, of course, we don't deny that men are visual creatures" added Bu Niar quickly. "They can instantly like something just based on a momentary eye sight."

"But a real man is a man who can appreciate his woman. One of them is by giving the woman a chance to hone herself." Miss Niar smiled. "Improve your skills, keep learning."

"And a true partner is one who can complement each other." Miss Niar is still smiling. "When given the opportunity by the man to hone himself, he can use it well."

"Then dedicate the results to support the husband, educate the children, raise the degree of the family." Bu Niar grabbed his hand and held it tightly. "Pocut is beautiful from there. Stay nurtured the spirit to want to continue learning."

"Because in the future there are more and more challenges. It is not impossible that Tama will follow in the footsteps of the deceased papa or even more. The hope that was spoken by the deceased before death."

He swallowed nervously. His palm in the grasp of Niar's mother suddenly broke out in cold sweat. Just imagining Tama has a position like Mr. Setyo alone has made him afraid. Fear of not being able to handle well. Fear disappointment. Fear of being a barrier to Tama's success. Fear ....

"Mama is very hopeful, Pocut can be strong, patient and sincere in accompanying Tama."

"What is my wife doing?" The bass voice that was now starting to sound familiar in the ears suddenly approached. Followed by a smooth grip from behind. And since Tama was only wearing shorts, she could feel how the loamy abdominal muscles were sticking to her back.

"Want to make tea," he replied nervously as he hurriedly grabbed the cup intending to brew tea.

"Choose what flavor?" Tama's hand stretched out so she could kiss her husband's inner arm. Take five packs of tea at once that are available.

"Earl grey, english breakfast, chamomile, sencha, creme caramel?" Tama showed him one by one a pack of black, red, green, white, and yellow tea.

"There is no Sariharum?" Although it sounds bo doh but he is asking for real. The taste of tea offered by Tama sounds foreign to the ears. To find safety, he wanted a million people's tea that tastes familiar on the tongue, Sariharum.

Tama chuckles. "Sariharum is special for our home" whispered Tama right in her ear. "If there's bule tea here."

"Who is the best?" He tried to get rid of nervousness even though Tama's flat stomach was getting tighter on his back. He should certainly start getting used to Tama's masculine touch and whispers in the ears.

"It's a variation of black tea with a sour taste of fruit." Tama lifted the black wrap.

"It's like a pureed tea." Tama showed me a red wrap. "Sometimes drink it plus milk so it's not too bitter."

"If it's Anja's favorite." Tama chuckled until her back shook.

"Chamomile?" He read the text on the white wrap.

"It feels fragrant flowers mixed with honey" said Tama. "There's a little apple."

He chose chamomile tea. Tama swiftly grabbed the cup, inserted the tea bag, brewed it with hot water, then let it sit for a few minutes. And Tama did it all while still grabbing it from behind.

"Please, Madam." Tama chuckled as she handed the teacup that gave off the fragrant fragrance of flowers to her.

"Thank you" he answered trying to get away from Tama.

"Where are you going?" Tama is even getting stronger. It made him worry that the tea water inside the cup would spill.

"Sit down."

"Why should you sit?" Now Tama actually drowned the face in the niche of his neck. He could not see the cup in his hand. "Drink here."

He sighs. "If you drink, you have to sit down, my mother."

Tama chuckles with her lips pressed along her neck. "Who said?"

"Mas why take it lightly ha--"

"It's principle?" Tama cut his words. "Drinking while sitting is also a matter of principle?" He looked into his eyes in disbelief.

"Dare you give the commander a lot of rules?" This was clearly joking as Tama said it with seductive glittering eyes.

He came laughing. "Now use my way" he murmured while holding back a laugh. "After marriage, use your way."

"Just remember that." Tama's voice rang out between laughing and complaining.

"Looked?" He suddenly suspected. "Mas forget everything that was ever said?"

Tama is laughing. "Here we go, mistress Wiratama Yuda begins to show her fangs."

Now, he was sitting on the sofa enjoying a delicious chamomile tea. While Tama turned on the television screen and chose the rebroadcast of the overseas motor racing game.

"Kids haven't called yet" he murmured as he sipped chamomile tea. Suddenly missed her four children. Especially Sasa who when he left was still pouting.

"No need to wait," replied Tama lightly. "Let them have fun without us. Later if kangen also called."

"To the power-dead hp?" He sighed in disbelief.

Tama chuckles. "Kids safe. There's Cakra, Sada, Dara."

But he missed. Miss the seriousness of Sasa, miss the cuteness of Umay, miss the relaxed Icad. Even miss the Reka who is still being timid towards him.

This time he was separated from the children. It turns out to be quite torturous and make the heart not calm. It felt like a rush to meet again and be together every day. Inseparable.

The night after Tama ensnared and conquered her on the sofa, her husband turned on his cell phone.

"Now not a night?" Ask wonder. Because the situation is still messy because of Tama. With disheveled hair and wearing only a thin kimono. Astarghfirullah's. How could he possibly let the children see his quite terrible appearance.

"You wear clothes first" he said nervously trying to get up.

But Tama hindered his intentions. "No need. All it looks like is this neck up."

"Some people will understand." Tama grinned.

"Mass?" It cringes. "If there is Agam or Sada how? I have to wear a veil."

He didn't realize he called himself me. It seemed like Tama's entanglement had truly captivated the entirety of her.

"Should, huh?" Tama astonishment. Either completely astonished or just teasing. Didn't Tama know that Sada and Agam were not his mahrams?

When she was busy looking for instant hijab gifts from PKK mothers in the storage cabinet, Tama had already started a video call.

"Not slept?"

"Rubetish." The voices of Sasa and Umay sounded in unison and full of excitement.

"Papa's pretty boy is crying, isn't he?"

"Enggaaak," replied Sasa with his characteristic giggling laughter.

"Crying for a while to get on the plane" Umay seerobot. "Fear she said she wanted to be with Mama."

"Don't, Brother." Sasa protested loudly. "No cry, Pa. Sasa was just afraid to see the plane that gedeee bangeeeet. Bigger than an elephant. Hihih ...."

He was immediately stunned when he heard Sasa calling Tama Pa.

And when she managed to reach the hijab in question. Then hurriedly put it on while walking closer to Tama on the sofa. Suddenly his eyes started to heat up when he saw the cheerful faces of Sasa and Umay on the mobile phone screen. It includes a background behind him where Icad and Reka are seen sitting watching television with Arka, Yasa, and Agam.

"Yamaa!" Sasa waved at the camera. "It's brave now, Ma. No more crying. I was on a baguuus plane. Mom comes along sometime, yeah. Excitement yes, Bang, yes, to Lana's house?"

Umay who was standing next to Sasa with Lana nodded while lifting up an orange-haired baby cat. But he could not hear Umay's words because the clear fur dripped down his cheeks.

Apparently, it feels like this is missing.

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Tama

He kissed Pocut's forehead that was still drooping on the bed. "Go first."

Pocuts just nodded weakly with my eyes. His wife looked exhausted despite the new clock showing at 7 am. It seems as a result of serving the gelora is too smoldering. Yeah.

Pocut nodded and then tried to get up.

"Where are you going?" Ask wonder.

"Toward the front."

"No need to." He doesn't agree. "Sleep to be fresh again." This time he couldn't hide the gap. "We still have plenty of time until the kids get home."

This morning is the day of the Independence Day. He must visit the office to ensure the delegation of tasks to the related ranks runs smoothly. Before taking a long vacation. Almost two weeks.

"Morning, Ndan the newlywed," said Franky, Waka (deputy chief) as soon as he showed up at the office.

"Healthy, sir," greet all who approach and feel for him.

He just grinned while clenching his right hand upwards. "Rose!"

He presided over the coordination meeting until noon. Just returned to the hotel in the afternoon. And found Pocut sitting on the living room couch reading a magazine.

"Eat, Mas?" Fresh Pocut while pointing at the dining table filled with dishes.

"This is the breakfast menu?" He asked while sitting on the chair.

Pocut. "Menu noon. I called room service when I thought Mas was coming home for lunch."

He smiled happily because Pocut had the initiative to order his own food. Not awkward in making decisions even though it is as simple as lunch. Without hesitation or waiting for him to come home.

"You want to get hot first?" Pocut pointed at the plate containing the seared salmon and braised wagyu before him.

"May," he answered happily. Being flattered by the way Pocut treated her.

But unable to help but laugh as Pocut looked at her timidly while saying, "Can you please tell me how to use the tools? I've read the tutorial on Google but I'm afraid it's wrong."

He began to give a short kitchen course to Pocut. How to use microwave, electric stove, toaster, coffee maker. It is often calming. "Don't be afraid of being wrong."

Before finally eating food and mingling. This time he explored a place that had not been touched before, namely the workspace.

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And Pocut made no comment when he made the choice while smiling seductively. "Sofa or chair? But the table is good too."

Pocut gave him evidence with concrete actions. Presenting the most beautiful banquet that feels will be difficult to forget. Fulfill all his desires and enthusiasm. Makes him the happiest man. A celebration of love for both of them.

"Again what?" He asked as they waited for the children to return. After half an hour ago Cakra sent a short message if it had landed.

"Finding sports that can strengthen the breath," replied Pocut who was opening the magazine sheet.

"Why do you suddenly want to exercise?" Ask wonder.

Pocut looked at him with his eyebrows intertwined. "Over time my breath can be used up if Mas be-"

He laughed. "Do you want to be killed again now?"

"You want to exercise first so you can compensate" muttered Pocut embarrassed with a reddened face and head down. Keep flipping through the pages of magazines that he knows must not be read properly.

"Don't" her deterrence meant flirting with a stifled smile. "I like my wife like this."

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Pocktail

Time seemed to roll so fast without him even realizing it. Children who come home with a face full of satisfaction. Sasa who no longer antagonizes Tama. Even directly hugged Tama tightly while whispering, "Gift for Her Sasa when, Pa?"

Umay who fell asleep tired on the sofa. Icad who several times he found was chatting seriously with Reka without mutual awkward although it could not be said to be familiar.

The next day they stayed in the hotel. He waited for uti (he began to get used to calling bu Niar as uti) and mamak in the suite. While the kids and Tama are busy swimming.

On Wednesday they all flew to Medina. There they daily walk together from the hotel to the Nabawi Mosque. Worship with full joy and joy.

"What are you praying for?" Whisper Tama when they were already in Mecca. Walking distance to the Grand Mosque.

He showed me a small notebook containing his collection of requests. He made his note a week before the marriage contract. In it are prayers for mamak, Tama, her four children, uti, Agam and Anjani, Sada and Dara, yahbit Hamdan and his family, PKK mothers who entrust prayers to her. Do not forget the prayers for bang Is, nyanyak, father, bang Risyad and bang Umair.

Tama took the note from his hand. "Can you see?"

He nodded.

And Tama gave her a haru look as she opened up sheet by sheet. "Get me this whole time?"

Prayer for Tama he wrote almost five sheets himself. May Tama be blessed with a long and baroque life. The salvation of the hereafter. Health is born spiritual. The power of faith, Islam, ihsan. Ability to guide, guide the wife and educate children. Ability to carry out tasks in protecting the community. All of them wrote without exception.

Prayers for both of them. To further strengthen the marriage rope bond. Blessed with godly descendants. A holy provision and blessing.

He asked for everything. He is aware that he has no power whatsoever for all his future circumstances and affairs. Now he leaves it entirely to the Almighty over all things. To bring goodness in it.

The eight of them perform Umrah harmony solemnly. Ihram, thawaf, sa'i, tahallul.

Many times he caught a mamak in tears while praying in front of the Kaaba. Or after the prayer at the Grand Mosque. Then mamak hugged her tightly while whispering beautiful prayers.

On the ninth day they returned to Jakarta.

"Baso .. baso ...." Say Sasa often while giggling. Teasing papa and her three brothers who headed pelontos after tahallul.

"Cilok, Sa," Umay continued unabashedly. Always confident even without hair.

While Tama, Reka, and Icad always cover the head with a hat.

Arriving in Jakarta there is no time to leave. The six of them directly occupied the official house. While mommy went home. Before later living in their official house with them during Tama education in Bandung.

This was the first time he had set foot in a house. I was amazed when I saw the kitchen.

"Don't like?" Tama grabbed him from behind.

Likey? His eyes immediately filled with glass when he saw the cooking utensils he had met at the hotel had now moved in plain sight.

"That's not enough" Tama whispered in her ear.

"There are children" he lamented in disbelief.

"Give it to me." Tama showed their room door that had been installed as many as three rows at once. Up, middle, down. "Safe."

Before closing the door, Tama first put the key on the outside.

Sasa banged three times and called his name. He was immediately surprised but it turned out that Sasa had ended. Following Sasa's voice chat with Umay, "Quiet, the key is beyond this. My mom couldn't go anywhere. Hihih ...."

He who was originally in a romantic atmosphere immediately laughed at Sasa's innocence. It is true that Tama is a strategist. Proven already now.

Two days later, Tama held a study and compensation for orphans at the official house. It was attended by Tama's fellow officers, other members, and local community leaders.

"This event is also an introduction to our family" Tama said in front of the audience.

"My wife." Tama pointed at him with a smile. "His mother's name is Pocut Halimatussadiah. My wife is a delicate being, ladies and gentlemen."

The audience was smiling at Tama's care.

"Tutu said smooth, smooth behavior," added Tama while continuing to look at him until he misbehaved.

"This is my fourth child. This one's called Reka." Tama embraces Reka who sits right next to Tama.

"Rishad." Tama pointed at Icad who replied to him with a nod.

"Mother." Umay threw a smile at everyone confidently.

"Rumisha." Sasa smiled shyly while whispering to each other with Umay.

"Please pray and support during my education in Bandung. Our mother-in-law will accompany our wife and children here. May the evening activities benefit us all and get the pleasure of Allah Subhanahu wata'ala." Tama's speech became the final event.

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Remarks :

Rpm: is revolutions per minute. The rpm unit is used to express the velocity of the rotation of an axis in one minute. Like cars and motors, 1 rpm means 1 cycle turnaround of a crankshaft or crankshaft (source: Gridoto.com).

Not mahram.: the one who can be married.

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