Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

39. First Night for Kiara

The beautiful woman smiled. Her pretty face was filled with clear fur. Yes, almost three hours he was struggling in front of the stove, finally the activity was finished as well, even though almost his entire finger was filled with plaster, Kiara did not bother about it.

"Bi. Thank God, I can really cook. Auntie's cool!"

Bi Arum and Devi were also happy to see the joy on her employer's face. The two of them are increasingly convinced that Kiara and Habibie's relationship may have improved.

"It's an effort the Lady made for Mr. Habibie. God willing, the reward is great, Madam."

The wider the smile on the little girl's lips. He released the apron. Soon already want magrib, her husband has not come home because maybe a lot of work.

"I take a shower, Bi. I'll come back here if I pray."

The two men just smiled. They stared at Kiara's back with teary eyes. During these three hours, Kiara had been desperately trying to do her best. When a spoiled child seems willing to work hard, it is already an incredible achievement. Regardless of the outcome, so is alhamdulilah.

Kiara kept glancing out the window of her room, looking at the gate maybe the husband had gone home. He had waited for a while after the magrib, and now, already in the time of the day, Habibie still did not come home.

The woman stared at the clock on the nightstand. It was 8 o'clock more, Kiara came back downstairs, but before that, she smoothed out her appearance, wearing a little lip tint so that she did not look too pale.

Seconds change minutes, minutes change hours, and Habibie still hasn't come home. It's already 9 o'clock, why Habibie hasn't come home yet. His shoulders suddenly lethargic, there was no way Habibie had not eaten if it had been a night like this. Kiara covered the food with a serving hood.

His feet brought Kiara back to the room. His face was no longer like that. Only sadness remained, but Habibie already knew that he wanted to learn to cook, but what happened, let alone go home quickly. It's already past the word too late.

The woman laid her body on the bed, for a while, her pair of neutrals just stared straight indistinctly. His gaze was blank, Kiara was really upset, as her eyes started to shut, the corners were letting out a clear melt. For some reason Kiara was so hurt when the problem was trivial like this.

Not long after that, Habibie's car arrived in front of his house. The man entered in a drenched state.

"Oh my God, sir. Sir why the rain? Car leaking?" That innocent Bi Arum made Habibie want to laugh.

"There was an accident, Bi. So many victims, so I helped."

Bi Arum smiled. He locked the door again, but Habibie stopped near the dinner table, opening the hood slowly.

Smiling a knot on her lips, she glanced at the rolex on her wrist. It's almost 11 p.m., pity the woman. He must have waited a long time. "I'm upstairs, B!"

Habibie's big hand opened the door to his room. The man entered the room with a feeling of anxious expectation. Very worried because again he had made a mistake. The man didn't go straight to his wife, all his clothes were wet, so he just walked through the bed.

"Mas Abie!" Kiara suddenly called. The woman sat down, watching as the floor her husband had stepped on had become wet. He went down, approached the husband still with the consciousness has not returned fully.

"Kiara ~~!"

"Mas Abie, why are you raining? Abie is not papa, right? The car broke down or what? It's late, why don't you forget Kiara. Kiara's worried about Mas Abie for nothing."

The little girl's hands were raised, Kiara helped Habibie release the tie that was coiled around the husband's burly neck.

"Kiara was actually angry with Mas Abi. Kiara was sad, had almost 3 hours of cooking, hours of waiting, but it was in vain. Kiara had a nightmare, thank God Mas Abie is fine."

Habibie. The man looked down, staring at the wife's hand that had been filled with plaster. In fact, it was still fine this afternoon. As hard as this woman tried to please her until she had to get hurt like this.

The woman continued to babble, she who had managed to pull the tie her husband suddenly made surprised when Habibie pulled the nape of her neck and kissed her just like that. The man gave kisses that made Kiara unable to wart, her knees weak, Kiara would have fallen if Habibie had not herded her, leaning Kiara on the dressing table. Habibie released her link for a while, she stared at the bead of my eyes in front of her, the roar of the two people's breath uncontrollably, she looked up, droplets of water from Habibie's wet hair began to fall soaking the cheeks of women below.

"Kiara .. can I---"

The question did not continue because Kiara had already given the green light, the woman pulled Habibie's head, she began to follow every way her husband did to her.

That night, under the midnight rain. The obligations they were supposed to have done a long time ago had just happened that night. The melodious groove of both breaths made the atmosphere of the room very warm. The lights are dim, Kiara cries, Habibie likes everything.

"Thank you, Kiara," Habibie said in a hoarse voice still slightly gasping.

The man clutched his wife's innocent body from under the blanket they were wearing. After tonight, Habibie promises, he will make more effort to accept Kiara as his wife intact.