The Secret Admirer of Dusk

What Problem? Who Them?

"We're going back to Jogja now, Mas!" Saying Dusk suddenly.

"What's the matter exactly? Why did you suddenly go back to Jogja?" Many questions in the mind of Andra that can only be spoken in the heart.

"Wait a moment, Mas Andra order a taxi online first. So we pray maghrib first while waiting for his car to come, huh?"

Dusk nodded according. He wiped his tears and exhaled slowly to neutralize the tightness in the chest.

After performing the Maghrib prayer service, coinciding with an online taxi ordered by Andra arrived. Although surprised by the words of Andra who asked to take them to Jogja, but the taxi driver finally agreed to it because tempted by the payment offered by Andra.

Although he could have contacted Bayu or Rudi to pick them up at the place and then deliver back to Jogja. But he recalled the words of Dusk which he said they should be able to occasionally settle their own affairs without interference from the assistant, Bayu.

The journey from Semarang to Jogja that feels very long, especially with a stomach condition that has not been filled makes Dusk feel nauseous.

Andra had offered Dusk to eat the wrapped food, but his wife refused.

A day of walking, then rain, an empty stomach coupled with what he had just heard from his mother's phone, made Dusk instantly feel unwell. He asked to stop for a moment to get his stomach out.

"His wife craves, huh, Mas?"

Andra who was massaging the nape of Dusk was surprised, she turned to the voice behind her. The sound came from their driver.

The man frowned, "do you mean?"

The driver smiled and showed off his teeth.

"Soally my wife is also so Mas pas early in pregnancy. Now the hell has been meningan, so I really get the spirit of the order from Mas and Mbaknya, can make the savings later," said the driver with a fluffy smile.

Dusk just silent do not say because it still feels nausea in his stomach. Andra just laughed and nodded her head.

"You want to stop by for an angel drink first or what, Mas? Let the Mbakan good, or-" The driver took something on the dashboard of his car.

"The mother in this pakein back is the same as the nape of the neck so that the angel," said the driver held out eucalyptus oil on Andra.

Andra accepted, "thank you, Mas?"

"Lukman, Mommy. The cook?" Answer and ask the driver named Lukman.

"Andra, my wife is Twilight."

Lukman mangosteen, "we continue or what about, Mas Andra?"

"What are you, Dek? Do you eat it or need to stop by for orange anget first?"

"It looks like you need anget drink first, the nausea is really the problem."

"Find the nearest angkringan first, Mas."

"OK," Lukman immediately run the car back slowly so as not to be missed if there is angkringan.

"Here I help with oilin,"

Andra poured oil on the shoulders and nape of Dusk without opening or revealing the clothes his wife was wearing, because there was Lukman too.

With painstakingly Andra massaged the shoulders of Dusk, then moved on the back that he felt a little from under his clothes. The silent twilight felt the warmth of Andra's hand rubbing her back, for her this was the first time the husband had done so.

Because at the time in the store at that time, he was unconscious so did not know that the husband had done it before.

Finally Andra poured eucalyptus oil on the stomach of the wife who had previously been covered with a jacket he was wearing. He gently stroked the area.

For some reason, his heart felt something when he remembered Lukman's words earlier. He imagined if it was true, he smiled to himself in silence until Lukman's voice shattered his imagination.

"Had arrived at Angkringan, Mas, Ma'am,"

The three men went down and ordered their own drinks. Andra also persuaded his wife to eat a little something. Because the journey they will take is not short, after all they have not had dinner.

Because of a little coercion and the threat of Andra who also will not eat if he does not want to eat, at last Dusk relented and opened his mouth to take a bribe from Andra.

After filling their stomachs with a simple menu, all three including Lukman continued their journey.

"If you're sleepy or tired of saying, Mas. Later change with me," said Andra when their mobkl has started to move.

"Ready, Mas. But thank God it is still very, very excited, already abis in the coffee treat, eating, already abis video call the same as well," replied Lukman cengengenesan.

Andra and Dusk laughed, it turns out Lukman is funny and what the person is. They feel safe because they meet good people. Because you know the current situation that makes people justify all the ways to get money.

"It's good that it is."

"But by the way, Mas Lukman's wife is okay to be left at work until this night, she said again pregnant?"

Lukman laughed before replying, "he's really happy, Mas. If I work, it means I get money. If he doesn't work, he gets angry,"

"Why?"

"Yes, I don't have any money, Mom. The smell of buying this, especially if you want anything to be obeyed. Say cravings, but cook yes every time and everything cravings. It's a cravings what the chance name is,"

"What chance, Mom?"

"The opportunity in the name of cravings, let nothing be followed. He said if not, then our son will drool,"

"Emang yes?"

"He said so, Mom."

"What do you want, Dek? Whatever will be Mas Andra participated so that our children do not ngeces," said Andra staring at the wife who was beside him.

He made twilight, "who's cravings?"

"Shy,"

"When?"

"Soon," Andra chuckled with his wife's expression.

"Aamin" said the next twilight and Andra followed.

Because speech is prayer, good speech must be received.

"Want to?"

"What?"

"Nigid in the sense of being pregnant,"

"Well, which wife doesn't want to,"

"Alhamdulillah," Andr scooped his face.

"But how to get pregnant, the project never. Uh, program, uh dink process. Why did I become like this anyway," Dusk turned to the window, he bit his lower lip salting.

"Is this the green light from him, huh? Or just the origin of the answer," Andra was no less wrong.

It is undeniable that his heart flowered to hear the availability of the wife to immediately have children with him. Just how will they process it is possible. So their minds are approx.

Lukman who was no longer asked just silently listened to the conversation of the two passengers while continuing to focus on driving.

Because it is filled with various chats and jokes, then their journey does not feel boring. Dusk also slightly overcrowded his chest earlier when he heard the sound of vtangis restrained the mother.

Likewise Andra who did not ask about the problem that caused Dusk suddenly asked to return to Jogja, precisely to his parents' house. The journey felt so fast that without realizing it the car had entered the alley that led to the house of Mr. Sapto, the father of Dusk.

The journey taken for approximately four hours can be passed smoothly without significant obstacles. Arriving in front of the parents' house, it turns out there is one car parked. The door to the house is still wide open.

Get off the car parked on the side of the road, Lukman who was about to continue the journey back to Semarang was stopped by Andra. Dusk is also welcome to stop by first. So inevitably, Lukman said, because his body also feels tired.

For some reason, Lukman felt familiar with the car parked in front of the passenger's house, or just his feelings.

"Assalamualaikum," said the three people who had just arrived when they arrived at the door.

Everyone inside turned their heads and compactly answered waalaikumsalam.

The sight that was not wearing was immediately plastered in the eyes of Dusk and Andra. He saw the mother still crying in the arms of the father. His heart ached to see the two precious people in his life shed tears, despite trying to be removed and covered by his mother.

"Ba-" not to mention Dusk. There was already a voice that snatched.

"Lukmann? Why are you here? Did Asih tell you we were here?" Said a middle-aged woman who was about his age above Pak Sapto 5 years.

Dusk recognized the face, even though it had not met for a long time. But his memory wouldn't have mistaken him.

Lukman was shocked, how could his two in-laws be in that place.

"Mr? Grandparents? Asih did not say anything, indeed what is the same father Ibuk here?"

Instead of answering questions from her daughter-in-law, the woman spoke again.

"So this is the daughter-in-law you are proud of? What do you say is a rich man's son? Even his grandmother said he was the richest man in Jogja?"

Dusk and Andra frowned in shock, unable to hide the shock of hearing the disparaging remark coming from the woman. Both of them approached their parents.

"The rich man went in a rented car, and they even came here with my daughter-in-law,"

"Astaghfirulloh, Ibuk" Lukman rebuked his mother-in-law.

"Heh Madam! If you don't know it yet, rather than be ashamed of yourself!" Not Dusk or his parents who said it, but Bude Wati who called Dusk and said it.

Andra who did not understand sat down the problem tried to calm down and ask it carefully.

"Please everyone sit down first! Let's talk about it. Actually what is this, can you please explain in detail?"

The woman gave a rude snort, forced to sit back her buttocks that might have been hot because of the delay waiting for their arrival since this afternoon.

"Explain, To. Just like your rich son and daughter-in-law!"

"Astaghfirulloh adzim thing," murmured Mr. Sapto so as not to be ignited emotions.

"This is the problem, Son Andra, Ndok,"

Mr. Sapto began to tell how the problem began that they had never considered there, which was suddenly brought by a couple who were still relatives.

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