Replacement Ribs

41. Honeymoon

The sun slowly entered the contest, leaving a reddish stretch of sky. Seemed silhouette of a pair of humans who went along the beach as if reluctant to leave the beauty of the beach at sunset.

In the end, that happy spot Kirana had found. Tristan was no longer the cold and haughty figure that had always eluded him. The man has been transformed into a warm and loving husband as it has been only shown to his daughter.

All day long, they spent time together. Renting a saung and inn overlooking Kirana beach really feels like a loving wife.

"How about we stay here?"

"Well?!" Kirana is surprised by the idea that Tristan suddenly uttered.

"I want to spend more time with you" Tristan said, staring intently at his wife.

"We still have a lot of time together, Mas. Where are you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere. It's just, after we get home from here we can't really be both."

Kirana understood the meaning of Tristan's words, they were indeed not a fellow single couple who could spend time together before their baby was born. Especially if you have returned to Tristan's house, there will be a Mentari who also needs their attention.

"While it may be a little while, I want to make you feel like a new partner. Can enjoy time together without you having to think about anything other than the two of us."

"You mean Mentari?" Kirana chimed in and shook her head.

"I married you because of Mentari. Mentari our child, where maybe I feel disturbed by it. I feel very much missed with him now. He was lashing this morning because his call was not answered."

Tristan rolled Kirana's shoulders until they faced each other. Staring back fixed round eyeballs make the owner down because of nervousness. The man's hand stretched out raised Kirana's chin.

"Kirana, thank you for accepting me and Mentari sincerely. Thank you for forgiving me and for giving me a chance to be a better husband. Whatever happens later, please don't ever leave me and Mentari." Such a heartfelt speech was so touching. Kirana nodded slowly.

"I love you, Baby."

"I love you too."

A happy smile was etched on the lips of the two. Kirana's faith was realized. Tristan can insist on refusing it. But there is the Almighty who turns over the hearts of men.

"No!" Kiran pushed Tristan's lips closer.

Kirana turns the iris of the eye to the left and right. Not only the two of them are enjoying the beauty of the sunset. But not far from where they stand there are some couples who are some teenagers are spending their afternoons by the beach.

Tristan was also grunted. Instantly she carried Kirana over to the saung. Completing his pending wish.******** discharged lips of his wife who is getting smaller due to the pressure of both cheeks.

"Mas! Shame to see people!" hardik Kirana was annoyed when she managed to escape. Tristan action can be seen by other visitors because the saung they occupy is only walled no more than half a meter.

"What cares about other people?" dispute Tristan.

"Read, tuh!" Kirana pointed at the writing on one side in the saung.

The inscription prohibiting immoral is so clearly printed as a warning for visitors.

Tristan chuckles. "We are husband and wife, we want to kiss anywhere."

The wind is getting firmer blowing hibgga piercing the skin pores. Kirana chose to move on rather than respond to her husband's words. In the neighborhood of Tristan kissing in public and open may be common. But Kirana had to remember that they were in an environment full of surveillance. In an environment that still upholds adab and norms. Although there are still violations, but given his age, it should not be shown as an example that is not good for couples who are not legal.

Kirana down the stretch of sand to the villa located on the hill. Not far from the beach. Leaving Tristan who heard his steps were walking after him.

The day is getting darker and along the beach is only illuminated from the lighting of some of the villas rented. Tristan is really excited to have Kirana stay at the villa tonight.

"We don't bring a change of clothes, 'Mas."

A suitcase is dragged by Tristan in front of Kirana. The purple-colored suitcase that Kirana knew so well. Because it's his suitcase.

"This is my suitcase? How come it's here?"

Tristan smiled lightly. "Don't just make that suitcase here. Make a girl like you fall in love with me just as I can."

Tristan was strict.

Kirana opened the suitcase containing some of her clothes and Tristan's. There are also two sweaters inside. He did not question who was delivering the suitcase. It must be the man her parents sent. Karean who had access to Kirama's room to pick up the clothes was only his parents.

Kirana is looking for pajamas to change clothes that have been used all day. He was wide-eyed when he found a night service shirt given by Nabila who had never been worn. One lingeri from Nabila that he had used ended up in the trash because it was torn by Tristan. The rest of the maish is neatly stored in the closet and has now moved into the suitcase.

"Mas! This is who put the clothes in whose suitcase?"kirana asked Trostan who was sitting enjoying a warm tea that had just been delivered by the villa manager.

"Mother" said Tristan.

"You asked for my own initiative or your own?"

"Bec ….Self-seeking mother" said Tristan nervously.

"Mom or you?" scatter Kirana again.

"Mother!" answer Tristan sure. However, Kirana is unable to believe.

"Why indeed? Wrong take?" tanya Tristan pretended to bego.

"That's wrong!" reply Kirana ketus. He picked up a long pajama and a towel and rushed to the bathroom.

"Jqngan's door is locked. Soon it will be coming!" exclaim Tristan with a jail smile.

Kirana is not concerned about Tristan. He closed the bathroom door and locked it. His body had been longing to soak in warm water after the impact of salt water while on the beach earlier made the skin sticky.

Finished cleaning up, Kirana slid her feet on the sofa while enjoying her cold tea. He waited for Tristan to take a shower to prepare for dinner.

Not the fast food dinner they ordered. Termyata Tristan ordered fish that are still raw and grilled. They make a barbeque show behind the villa.

"Try the Mentari, Dad, Mom and Mama. It must have been more exciting" said Kirana as Tristan began to burn fish.

"That can be scheduled next time. Right now I just want the two of us here. There's nothing else. You know what, honey?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Let's just say we're on a honeymoon. Let's not ngenes-ngenes very so my wife never invited honeymonn," said Tristan joking.

Tristan flipped through the fish to make the toothpaste. Semnetara Kirana sat quietly.waiting for the fish to mature. What more could she do if her husband had told her to wait.

Kirana did not think that Tristan was so good at burning fish. The aroma of the wind-borne spice even made Kirana move to get closer.

"As I want ...I mean I want one that is not too fat."

Tristan looked at him with a dikulum smile. "Where's the plate? It's ripe."

Kirana took out a large plate. Two grilled fish were transferred into Tristan's plate.

They sat on mats enjoying grilled fish with a basket of rice. Two Tristan fish had to go to great lengths to burn themselves. Even if you order can. Kirana did not think about her husband.

But not only does Tristan burn fish, nor does he let Kirana's hands get dirty with food.

"I can eat by myself, Mas," Kirana refused as Tristan was about to feed her food.

"I won't bother with pronunciation, as comfortable as you are. I'm you, not a bad name."

Kirana thins her lips.

"But let this hand feed my wife food."

Kirana had no choice but to open her mouth. In every mouthful he can not be separated to pray, may the happiness he is feeling will be forever.