
It's almost one o'clock in the night Kamelia's still messing around in her bed. Sometimes he got up and stood in the corner of his room. And once in a while he stared fixedly at the abstract painting on the wall of his room.
"Papa Idris said... Abstract painting is very unique... Unfortunately I am not the painter, so I am unable to interpret the meaning implied in it.
And I was like the abstract painting itself, said Papa... Because I was too closed off, I made a misunderstanding with aunt Rahma about papa Idris.
But I'm sorry... I can't tell you." Kamelia muttered by herself. He again tried to lay down his body and find the most comfortable place there. But his eyes could not be closed.
Kamelia glanced at a small bofet in the room. During her stay in that room, Kamelia never opened it.
He opened every little drawer. Suddenly his eyes were fixed on a photo neatly stored inside.
"This was my father when I was young..." Mumbled Camellia astonishment. "But whose photo is the same papa? Who is this woman?" Kamelia looked at the photo. He was so curious about the woman in the photo with his biological father.
"I don't think I know this woman... Maybe she's your age now?"
Geck... Geck... Geck...
The sound of knocking sounded like whispering on the door of his room from the outside.
Kamelia rushed to tidy up the photos and put them back in the drawer.
Kameli immediately approached the door of his room.
"Who...?" He whispered half a whisper.
"It's me, Kemil..." Kemil from the outside.
Kamelia. But he immediately opened the door of his room.
"Can I come in?" Tanya Kemil hoped.
"What are you doing night and night in my room?" Kamelia asked confusedly. He did not answer Kemil's question directly.
Not getting an answer from Kamelia, Kemil finally sneaked into the room.
"Close the door..." Kemil's orders are relaxed.
"But..." Kamelia looks shaky. He looked suspiciously at Kemil who had been sitting on his bed.
"Closed...." Kemil's orders again. Kemil did not want to hear any excuses from Kamelia.
Kamelia closed the door to her room. But he stayed behind that door.
"Let's get closer..." Kemil's orders again.
Kamelia did not say, she was still in that position. Finally Kemil got up from his seat and picked up Kamelia from there.
"Candy... What do you really want?" Kamelia was so gerogi, scared and anxious with Kemil's sudden attitude.
"So you slept a lot, right? So, surely now you'll have a hard time sleeping." Kemil tries to drive out Kamelia's fear. "See..." Kemil glanced at the wall clock of the room and was followed by Kamelia. It's almost two in the morning. Kemil pulled Kamelia's arm slowly onto the bed.
"Sleep... I'll be with you tonight." His word.
Kamelia finally complied. Kemil stretched his arms and Kamelia slept with her back to Kemil with a heavy Kemil arm. While Kemil's hand next to him rubs Kamelia's stomach slowly. Kamelia felt a sense of calm and comfort because of it.
She knew at that time the baby also felt the touch of Kemil's hand.
"Is it comfortable?" Kemil Whispers.
Kamelia nodded her head innocently. From behind, Kemil gave a warm kiss on Kamelia's head.
Not taking long, Kamelia fell asleep in the arms of Kemil.
I'll be your husband on standby, Kamel... I will treat you like a wife carrying a child from my own seed...
You're correct... Never mind you, no one wants to be like this.... As you feel...
Before long, Kemil also followed his Kameliasi to dreamland with a position that has not changed from before.