
Syakila quickly pushed Dion's body, then ran to the bathroom.
"Mother bother me anyway! I don't know what his son is doing anymore" said Dion. "It will fail again" he added.
Dion rolled his body on the bed while holding it covered his navel with both hands.
"Uhh, it hurts more than a toothache," he said.
Before long, Syakila came out of the bathroom. He scrunched his forehead to see Dion rolling around.
"What the hell is that kayaking roll?" ask Syakila.
"Huh," Dion stopped the action.
"Can I ask you for help, old man?" ask Syakila.
"Please what?" ask Dion back.
"My kerokin ya, use this coin and wind oil" Syakila pinta.
"It's here!" Dion took coins and wind oil from Syakila's hand.
"Oh, my body doesn't feel very good. Aira used to feel bad when I didn't feel well" Syakila said, then undressed and covered her chest with a cloth.
"Ihh, don't cover it up" said Dion, pulling a cloth over his wife's chest.
"I'm ashamed." lead Syakila then pulled the cloth back.
"Not to be ashamed, it's better to be shy!" Dion pulled back the cloth so hard that the cloth covering Syakila's chest came off. "Well! If the gini is good to see," continued Dion and threw the cloth on the floor.
Syakila advanced her lips, and her hands covered the part of her chest that was not covered by anything.
"Delicious, timid. Where was the shame?" dion asked with a mocking smile as she recalled Syakila taking off her towel in front of her while tied up inside the hotel.
"Aissh, why the past!" syakila's grunt "You don't want this?" his murmur.
"Yes-yes I'm kerokin ni," then Dion rubbed Syakila's back using wind oil. Slowly, he turned behind Syakila using coins.
"Auu, sick. Slow down dong!" syakila.
And it's true what Dion said, that this house is not soundproof.
Dion's father and mother, who were sitting in the living room waiting for prayers, heard this.
"Hust!" ms. Yanti put her index finger to her lips. Signaling don't be noisy.
"What's wrong mom?" ask husband.
"Try me to listen" said Ms. Yanti.
"Yes ma'am, our son and daughter-in-law are making us grandchildren." lead Mr. Budi.
"Great, then. I want to make a lot of milk and dinner to meet us, he must be exhausted," said Ms. Yanti was very enthusiastic.
Immediately Bu Yanti headed to the kitchen and cooked a lot of food.
In the room.
"Slow old man! This pain," said Syakila.
"Yes this is slow, you hold it! It's also red" said Dion.
"Auu," cried Syakila "Still not a long time!" syakila Gerrutu.
"Wait, there's one more. Doesn't his neck?" ask Dion.
"Now, behind me it hurts. What else is in the neck." lead Syakila.
Shortly thereafter.
"Finally!" Shakila turned her neck to the left and to the right.
"Old man! Can you ask for help again?"
"What else is a conch?" dion asked with a face that pretended to be annoyed.
"Ambilin drank," Syakila said in a spoiled tone that made Dion anxious.
"I took a drink, but there's a tax" said Dion with a sneaky grin.
"What tax?" ask Syakila while wearing her bra.
"I want to drink that one" pointed Dion at Syakila's chest.
"Bad-fucking-fucking-fucking-fucking-fucking-luck!" shouts Syakila.
"Heee, yes-yes I'll take a drink" Dion chuckled and ran out of the room.
"Ehh, dear mother," said Bu Yanti when she saw Dion pouring drinking water into a glass.
"Mother, I'm going to have dinner. What time is it?" ask Dion.
"It's eight o'clock Dion, Oiya,! This you give to Syakila. Let his body jump again and can fight again until morning," said Ms. Yanti, immediately made Dion supply his eyes. "Later you come out again, bring this food for her!" added bu Yanti.
"This is what I don't like, the wall has ears. Look no but the prejudice is so strong and sure," grumbled Dion inwardly.
***
After finishing with their dinner ritual.
Raka immediately said goodbye to his papa and all that was on the dining table.
"Pa, Raka Sama Aira went up first," said Raka.
"Hmm, rest is enough. Papa knows you two must be tired" said Mr. Bambang.
Raka and Aira climbed the stairs. It was not out of Intan's sight.
"When was I noticed like that by Raka? Even all this time he's never been so sweet toward me," Intan's inner cry.
In the room.
"Darling! Which one did I drink, huh?" asked Raka while opening the package of medicine they bought at the Pharmacy this afternoon.
"Where is it dear." lead Aira.
"Yes, that's it! This one is just the first one," Raka opened the pill tablet and swallowed it with drinking water that Aira prepared.
"Udah, let's try!" said Raka while raising her eyebrows.
"Where can that be! Only here is the cure" Aira said as she touched her husband's neck.
"Oh yes, everything will need a process," kekeh Raka.
"Mending now we sleep yuk, I'm tired," said Aira then lay her body on the bed.
Raka also laid her body beside Aira.
"Darling! What if I can't recover," said Raka suddenly made Aira rise from her sleep.
"Now, by the way!" ketus Aira's.
"Well, if only," said Raka.
"Where to heal, if you're not sure of your abilities!" snapped Aira.
Raka was surprised to hear his wife's response.
"Are you angry, dear?" asked Raka with a surprised face.
"I'm disappointed with you, not yet any effect has been resigned," said Aira with a different face than usual.
"Dear I'm sorry," said Raka.
"I've always been confident and excited that you've been healed, I've always believed that! But you, you have no spirit to heal!"
I don't know why tonight Aira's emotions just rise, but Raka just talks like that which according to Raka is not excessive speech.
"I'm sorry, I won't say that again. I will try to heal," said Raka with a clear face.
But Aira was silent, not responding to her husband's apology.
Aira threw her body back into the bed, but she slept curled up and turned her back to her husband.
"Aira, don't diem dong. I know you haven't slept yet" Raka said beside his wife's body.
Aira did not budge in the slightest, she silently removed the crystal bulges that started to drip on her cheeks.
"Why Raka? Why do you have no spirit to heal. It's as if you want to be forever like this," Aira said inwardly.
"Darling don't cry, I know I'm wrong! I'm sorry, I love you and I promise I will fight and not despair" said Raka, knowing that his wife was crying.
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