SHINE of My Love KAMELIA At the End of Dusk

MIND FRUIT

Kemil drove his car casually that night. His mind floated back to his mother Toni, Rianti.

Kamelia looked straight ahead. His head was leaned against the window of the car.

Milka, who had been sleeping quietly in her arms, did not break her daydream at all. He really felt there was a secret of the past among their parents. And it became the fruit of the mind that burdened him.

He remembered once that Toni's mother was a woman with her father in the photo he had met at the Kemil house at that time.

"Darling...

"Darling...

They look at each other.

"You go first.." Kemil.

"No, you're just..." Elak Kamelia's. She was also curious about what was on her husband's mind.

Kemil took a slow breath. "According to you, Rianti meant the grandmother of the time was Toni's mother, right, dear?"

"Possibility..." Kamelia Sahut. He was sure of what was on his mind. But she hesitated to tell her husband.

"What do you mean I look like Toni?" Kemil frowned which was not too wide.

Kamelia looked at her husband's face.

I just saw you have a resemblance to him, baby...

"Darling..." Kemil disperse the reverie of Kamelia.

"Hmmm..." Kamelia's voice is getting worse.

"Don't say yes, if you think the same way as your grandmother?" His word. Kemil did not want that to happen. "Not because of anything. But I don't want to go through hard things or face the secrets of our parents' past that will only complicate our lives and Milka's later."

"Eh... We're here, baby? Alhamdulillahot... I'm sultry, want to take a shower, clean up." Kamelia switched their conversation when the car they were riding in entered the grounds of the Arayan residence.

Bi Ina who heard the sound of the Kemil car engine, in a hurry opened the main house door for them.

"Assalamu'alaikum, bi..." Say them almost simultaneously.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, s... Uh little miss sleeps yes..." Sahut bi Ina while greeting Milka who was sound asleep in the sling of Kamelia.

Kamelia answered with a smile.

"Same father didn't come home, den?" Tanya bi Ina plangak plongo out of the house.

"No, bi... They'll be back tomorrow." Sahut Kemil while going inside.

"Oh so, den..." Bi Ina closed the door and followed Kamelia and Kemil inside.

"Darling... You want to eat again?" Kamelia asked her husband.

"I think I'm still full, baby... But the ginger made aunty also no problem, bi." Kemil.

"Yes already, bi... Wedang ginger just make Kemil yes, bi... We ate at the shop. Auntie's eating?" Kamelia did not forget to question bi Ina either.

"It's non..." Sahut bi Ina's.

"You'll pick up soon, bi... Let it stay a little warm. Kamel clean the same prayer first. Thank you, bi....." Said Kamelia and immediately passed to the room she occupied with Kemil.

"Good, non..." Bi Ina also left her position to go to the kitchen of the house.

After preparing Kemil's change of clothes and cleaning up all the mess her husband made in the room. Kamelia cleansed her daughter's body.

Kamelia and Kemil took turns to bathe, but they continued to perform Isha prayers in her room.

As usual, after each prayer Kemil will thrust his right hand at Kamelia and kiss her forehead. They know it makes them feel close to each other.

After all his activities, Kamelia picked ginger wedang which must have been made by bi Ina. And it may not be hot anymore.

While waiting, Kemil played with Milka who woke up earlier. But he cools by himself in his baby horbor.

"Yesdang... Unfortunately Aayah... Beautiful Aayah..." Kemil bent his body to be able to invite the tiny baby to chat with him.

Milka, who was aware of his father's presence, smiled widely and responded to Kemil's every speech to him.

He murmured as if to answer all Kemil's words. Every now and then he screams that doesn't know what it means.

Milka told me using her language which is very difficult to understand. His hands and feet were loose, unceasingly moving along with his chatter.

There was clear water flowing between his narrowed eyelids.

"Why, son... Why, darling? How do you feel when you shed tears? Why is this father's son?" Kemil lifted Milka to his chest and gently stroked the little baby's back.

"Why is Milka being carried, Dad? Milka's fussy, huh, Dad?" Kamelia came with a cup of ginger wedang and a bottle of white water lock & lock.

"No, Mom... Milka's father's not fussy... Father who misses Milka..." Kemil imitates the voice of a child in order to answer his wife's questions. Many times he kissed Milka's face that smelled typical of the baby with anxiety.

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