
Kiran nodded in understanding. "Yes, sorry that I can't be a good daughter-in-law to you."
Shafiah smiled with the answer she heard. "Bettered yes. Abiyu loves you so much, if not for love, what else try, right?"
"Yes bun."
Abiyu soon returned home. Still breathless, he sat on the sofa, rubbing his shoulders and neck with the small towel he was carrying earlier.
"Tuh.your husband's coming home." Shafiah told her daughter-in-law, wiping her hand.
"Do you know what you should do?"
"Bawain your husband drinking water gih." he said.
Kisya nodded in understanding, he got up from his seat, then took warm drinking water, and immediately handed the water to Abiyu. "It." The voice still sounded cold.
Kisya's sudden arrival was quite surprising, and immediately looked at Kisya's face with a frown. Clearly he still saw an angry look on his wife's face. "No need if you don't want to." Abiyu ketus. He chose the cake and this time leaned back. Weary.
Kisya rolled her eyes puffed. There was a sense of anger, but he held it. Breathe in, before returning to talk. "This is Abiyu's drink." He said with a forced smile.
"Sad.." Abiyu sighed, glanced back, and there was Shafiah watching the two of them. He saw his mother talking through eye movements that were very easy to understand. He knew very well that his mother asked him to receive the drinking water that Kisya gave him. "All right." He murmured in his heart. He also drank the water that Kisya brought earlier until it was finished. "I am really kahausan."
"Thank you." Abiyu said as she placed the empty glass on the table.
He smiled a little, but tried to hide it. Abiyu stood up without saying. "Abi.." Call again. He stopped his steps, looking back.
"Where are you going?"
"Rest." The answer was short and continued to walk toward the bunda who was still sitting at home in the place, the dining room which was not far from the family room, making the activities there clearly visible from where Kisya stood.
"Well at breakfast bun?" Abiyu asked the mother. He sat on the left side of his father's seat.
"Yet, wait for you to be with your father."
"Wait for me? and eat first."
Zahfran was coming soon. "Udah is gathering." He said sitting beside the Shafiah, then kissing the top of the hair of the wife wrapped in hijab. He always does that, as a form of his affection. "It's sweet, isn't it?"
"Mas.. There are children." Dread, shame.
"Why baby?"
"Then be it."
They smiled at Zahfran's attitude towards the very sweet Shafiah. Kisya sat next to Abiyu, and Kiran just came along with Kayla and Audy together.
"Mother." Shouted Audy running towards her bundle.
"Mother." muach. kissed her left cheek. He took Audie to sit on his lap. "Well, baby's bath?"
"Mother, I took a bath together with Kayla." A warm conversation always occurs between them in the morning.
In contrast to Kayla, who was instead walking casually towards the dining table, holding Kiran's hand, she was just smiling with her chatter with Kiran. "Huh.ha.ha.. Big brother is so funny." That's what they heard.
Kiran sat down beside Kisya, while Kayla sat in their midst.
"Let's start eating." Zahfran said, because they were all in their seats.
"Pretty dear." stopped Shafia's hand when she took the rice to her plate.
"What do you want?" The whole thing is attentive.
"It's the same as hell." Looking to the other side. "There stir-fry? can you, sweetie." His word. Shafiah also poured all the menus mentioned earlier. She always tried to serve her husband very well, even full of love.
Kisya and Abiyu could only smile at the affection before her eyes. "Dad.so..What a great tweet is the same mother?" He smiled amusedly.
"Mas.. Ah."
"Kishya, Abiyu."
"Yes dad?" they glanced at each other, then looked back at Zahfran.
"If you fight again, same time when you are happy, when dating. A lot of sweetness, right?" Zahfran said as he scooped the rice into his mouth.
Kisya and Abiyu were silent, while Shafiah was busy feeding Audy who again came to his panjanya.
"Dad sure, your message is more than the fight, right?" This time Zahfran looked towards Abiyu and Kisya in turn, with his mouth half full. Brands were silent, even the rice before their eyes, only to fit a few spoons into their mouths.
"Don't fight anymore, I don't want to, you have to learn to mature." This time Zahfran's voice was a little different. Shafah knows what that means. She glanced at her husband, then at Abiyu and Kisya who looked terrified, perhaps more precisely not feeling good. Thought it.
Breakfast was over, Abiyu did not spend his rice, as well as Kisya who was busy listening to the advice of his in-laws.
"I'm sorry, I discussed this at the dinner table, if not here, I rarely find the right moment, because I'm rarely home." Zahfran.
"Nothing dad. Sorry if Abiyu makes the atmosphere of the house so bad because of our household problems." Abiyu said with regret.
"It's okay, I just want you guys to be as harmonious as ever, happy, that's all."
Abiyu responded with a smile, then moved from her seat. He passed by without saying a word. Kisya, Zahfran, and Shafiah glanced at each other, but along with Kiran, Kiran held Abiyu's back further away up the stairs to her room.
Kisya continued to struggle with her thoughts, it felt like she wanted to hug Abiyu, say sorry words, say longing words, also said I love you. But it felt all stuck at the tip of his tongue, he closed his eyes, trying to fight against his lust and conscience.
"Abi.." Kisya's voice sounded very soft, very slow, Abiyu did not hear it, she continued to walk up the stairs.
"Darling.." Shafiah grabbed Kisya's hand and held it tightly. "Sana, Abiyu said inside, say what you want to say, don't hold back son."
Not thinking anymore, Kisya immediately stood up and called her husband's name. "Rubber.." Feeling her name on the call, Abiyu stopped her steps, then looked back, she saw Kisya running up the stairs and immediately hugged her. "Abiy. forgive me." He shed all his tears in the arms of his beloved husband.
The scenery far in front of his eyes, made Shafiah smile full haru, but immediately his smile faded when he saw Kiran's eyes glazed, even some he had seen Kiran wipe his tears. "What'sthis? don't-don't, what am I afraid of happening? Love clapping one hand?"
"I love you in silence."
"I love you in every prayer, a prayer that you will always be happy."
"I love you brother, be happy, because I want you to be happy with him, and surround me with this taste, a feeling that will never be spoken, a feeling that will never be revealed."
"I love you."
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