Replacement Ribs

40. The Coast

Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Good morning beautiful baby!" The sound from the direction of the door made Kirana turn her head.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Good morning, new manten. Are you here, aja?" sahut Kirana wonder.

"Bored at home. Know my job why I did it at home in-laws after returning from Bali? All day just roll over there roll over here in bed. All home work has been held by Mbak Tinah. Want to cook already lost the skill first with Umi. So early in the morning I asked for anterin here." Syifa put two paper bags bearing the logo of souvenir shops from the Island of the Gods.

"You're so well-gotten, you don't want. The crowd is complaining at home in-laws are not good. You are tired of not doing anything. Wonderful for you, Fa."

"Yes how? Maybe it is busy. Fortunately Mas Baraka still ngijinin I work."

"Alhamdulillah. Suppose you knew, Fa. As long as you don't keep thinking. If Mas Baraka doesn't let you go again, I don't know what to do? Tris was sure I would go home. I can't possibly live in this factory. But I think I'd like to follow her advice for an assistant. For you later. Your work turned out to make a puyeng. Every day should be given the same Mas Tris. Fortunately there was also him who helped check the report."

Syifa chuckles. He knew very well that Kirana was not painstakingly checking the reports. Every time he sends a report by email. Kirana will answer ok when she does not check at all.

"You're her passion to be the queen of the house. Be stuck. Here I work."

"Huh? Seriously? You're a two-week leave stone, Fa."

Kirana was astonished that Syifa had refused the one-month leave given to her. His best friend forced him to go to work today. What could Kirana be but cheering in the heart. Because honestly he was indeed made dizzy by Syifa's work. She also helped her husband. If he was alone, he might not be able to.

The advice from Tristan he received without a second thought. Kirana made job vacancy information for several positions. Adding sewing and packing energy. And also an assistant to Syifa.

But Syifa asked for an assistant vacancy not to be made public. Because he already has a candidate who will be made his assistant candidate.

"Jihan, who used to intern here. His cousin Mas Baraka. Fresh Gaduate, his son's deft. Regarding the skill, I'm sure he will be able to adjust quickly. Actually he's proposed to the cloth place anyway. But his mother is not willing if he works far away. Understand the child is merely a puppet."

"Yes how good. I'm so dizzy today, Fa. I couldn't sleep last night." Kirana twitched her head that had been throbbing but she held it.

Last night, he barely closed his eyes. His mind was disturbed by many things. Work, Mentari's request to go home immediately, and also about her husband who sometimes acts strange as if hiding something. But Kirana still tried to think positively that what came to her mind was just a fear. An exaggerated feeling because maybe he was too scared if Tristan did not completely change. I don't know, those suspicions sometimes just pop up.

"Na, if you get sick from falling in the room, deh. Or you call Mr. Tris to pick you up."

Kirana shakes. She may have just left Syifa. The day where he should still be off but instead chose to enter work on the grounds of boredom at home.

Kirana also refused to contact Tristan. Her husband is out of nowhere now. Since morning riweh asked for chicken porridge. Though hearing the type of food it is called has made Kirana nauseous. And this morning's debate happened just because of the chicken porridge thing.

Tristan just drove him to work, then left Kirana to look for chicken porridge. Kirana was really surprised by her husband. She is pregnant but Tristan is more frequent cravings. What makes Kirana upset, the foods are precisely those that are not liked by her.

Unable to bear the dizziness in her head, Kirana entered into one of the rooms. His childhood room before his parents owned a home. They live one roof with their father's parents.

Kirana settles down on a small wooden bed with a mattress made of cotton. Classic mattresses of his nemek relics are still well maintained.

Just about to close his eyes, his hand was touched by someone. Kirana opened her eyes again. Tristan's face greeted him.

"Back, yeah. Sleep at home."

"Yes, sorry. Tomorrow the promise will not eat chicken porridge again" said the man again.

"It's not just chicken porridge."

"Yes, the promise is not to eat chicken porridge, gulai opor and all foods that have thick soup" Tristan said convincingly. He never thought about food could make Kirana so upset with him.

"You're drinking iced coconut, Mas" Kirana suddenly said.

"Bought it, yeah. In the next fork there is a sale."

"Not that one there." Kirana folded her face again.

"Where to go?" ask Tristan then.

"On the beach."

"Say ask to the beach. Mode!" Tristan pinched Kirana's cheek. Then stretched out her hand to help Kirana stand up.

Traveling for almost an hour, they arrived at a beach. The winding road and uphill paid off with the beauty of the beach that makes Tristan amazed because it was the first time to visit it. Although according to Kirana, the beach has been very viral on social media, but Tristan never knew it. Time runs out in work until you forget to refresh your mind.

The stretch of hills along the beach and also the stretch of white sand become its own beauty. Along the hill there are saung and also villas to stay.

The private beach. Because on weekdays, beach visitors are only a few people. They chose one of the saung closest to the sea after ordering the young coconut.

"Wait for the afternoon, yeah. Wanna see sunset." It turned out that Tristan was more enthusiastic than Kirana who had visited the place several times when it was still daytime. They had to wait another 7 hours to see the sun set.

Kirana just wants to. He was already quite happy that his desire to drink coconut water by the beach was fulfilled. The rest, it's up to Tristan.

"Kok you never said that there is a beach as beautiful as this in your home area?"

Kirana rolled her eyes. It seems like Tristan forgot how they lived the previous days that looked more like a pair of enemies than a husband and wife. Let alone telling a long story about each other's background, talking to him Tristan was like a sin that should be avoided by Tristan.Their relationship has only completely melted since the last week.

A few minutes to look at the waves, Kirana has lost Tristan. The man didn't know when he was gone. He is seen taking some pictures around the beach. Maybe forget if you are married to busy taking pictures.

But all that was just a bad thought of Kirana, because a moment later, her hand was pulled by Tristan. Several camera shots of the cell phone captured the shadows of the two of them. Kirana's cheeks even blushed because Tristan did not hesitate to steal her cheeks when taking pictures. Although in her stomach had grown her husband's seeds, Kirana still felt awkward if Tristan just landed her lips in the open.

"Udah, ah!" push Kirana.

"One more time, huh?!" persuade Tristan.

Kirana sighed softly. Then return to the photo spot selected by Tristan. Kirana's shadow stood up and Tristan crouched down kissing Kirana's stomach with her eyes closed was caught on the camera lens of a cell phone propped up on a saung pole.

The photo that could make Kirana moved. Let him not feel the honeymoon to the beautiful places out there. As long as Tristan was sincere about being nice to her, that was more than enough.