The Secret Admirer of Dusk

Comfortable Start

A beautiful morning greeted two people who were drunk with romance. Almost all night they woke up to discuss something they had been through. From the moment they met until the two were separated by distance.

After the dawn prayer, they fell asleep. Not because of spending a hot night or a passionate night. But a nostalgic night that still did not feel enough for them to express their respective happy feelings.

"Astaghfirulloh," Dusk screeched stifled looking at the wall clock showing 6 o'clock. That means he's only been asleep for about an hour.

But realizing that he was in the grandmother's residence of the husband, he rushed to clean himself in the bathroom and hurried out after being ready. Although he did not know what to do and how the habit in the house, he chose to go to the kitchen and found the aunt was busy preparing breakfast.

"Asalamu'alaikum, Batik. Good morning, how can I help you?"

"Eh, waalaikumsalam, Nile. No need, you are there if you want, otherwise you can do anything else,"

Although Dusk kink has transformed into a graceful adult girl, but the call Cenil still attached to her in the eyes of those who knew her first.

"I mean, help with that prayer." Twilight sniggered at his own talk.

"What, you still can't work, Nile?" ask Bulik while putting the beef into the soup.

"Know it yourself, if I prefer the real tile rather than cooking,"

"Udah has a husband, it's still like you," Bulik Sri shook her head knowing the tomboy side of her bangs had not disappeared completely. Her appearance alone looks more feminine, but her soul is still full of tomboy turns out.

"Yes thank God my husband wants to accept what is, Bulik. Even the boro-boro cook, want to peel apples just not get the same eye,"

"Did you?" Bulik looked at Dusk.

"Yes, eyang. His grandmother Mas Andra in Jogja, whose home we live in. Uh, I mean that I'm the same Mas Andra who lives there, the same as Eyang Kumala," explained Dusk.

Bulik nodded in understanding, "why did his grandmother Mas Andra deny you so much?"

Twilight sniffed shoulders, "no, he said it was already the work of Mbak Asih same Mbok Minah, if I do not master their duties, ntar they will be stopped as eye-to-eye, would pity, Bulik."

Again bulik nodded, "does your eyes seem very dear to you?"

"Alhamdulillah, all this time I know him like that. He is a very kind, gentle and warm person. Not much different from Mbah uti."

"Alhamdulillah yes, Nile. Join the seneng you get a good family and love you,"

"Yes, Bulik."

"Your husband is also handsome, kind, and looks very affectionate with you," Bulik teases the twilight who began to flutter when he remembered his husband.

"Emm, that I also did not expect to be able to get a husband as handsome and as good as Mas Andra. He's too perfect for me, Bulik."

"Ekhem.. on what talk, huh?"

Suddenly a very familiar voice Dusk sounded in the ears. Dusk turned his head and saw her husband leaning against the wall while crossing his arms.

"Mas Andra, been there long?" The stale base of Dusk covered his surprise.

"Lumayan, since you said you did not expect to be able to get a husband like Mas Andra, that is."

"Mas Andra uh.."

"Why? Mas Andra's most fortunate part to be able to have a perfect wife as you," speech accompanied by a charming smile Andra always managed to make Dusk palpitate.

"Mas, don't make Adek fly early in the morning dong! Not yet breakfast, but already full," the cheeks twilight increasingly blushing get praise from the husband.

Andra pinched the twilight cheek that blushed, "no need to cook dong if you are full of breakfast ucaoan from Mas,"

"Basic yes, Mas Andra is now,"

"Yaudah no, Mas Andra seriously with the words Mas. I'm so lucky to be married to you,"

"Fortunate from where, just cook can not you know your wife, Mas." It was no longer Dusk who answered, but Bulik Sri who had just smiled saw the interaction of the two couples who threw compliments to each other was tempting them.

"No papa, Bulik. Andra's looking for a wife, not a cook." Andra answered lightly while sitting on the chair there.

Bulik laughed happily at Andra's reply, while Dusk was already in flowers.

"Oh yeah? who do you know if your wife can't cook?" Not giving up, Bulik Sri again asked questions.

"If here, there is Bulik Sri. If in Jogja, there is the same Asih Mbok Minah."

"If there were none of us?"

"Being able to buy, weighing about eating is not a problem for Andra, Bulik."

"If no one is selling?"

"The current time that sells food every meter there is Bulik on the side of the road, in restaurants, food stalls, cafes and many more. But if you really don't exist, Andra can cook for both of us."

In the heart of Bulik Sri ceaselessly praised the earnest love of her niece's husband, it turns out there are men who want to accept a girl like Dusk which incidentally far from the word perfect it with what it is.

"Mas Andra can cook?" Sahut Dusk.

"You forgot?"

Twilight frowned, "mean, Mas?"

"And the last time Mas Andra came here, you haven't moved. Have you ever cooked for you?"

Dusk seemed to remember, "right, that time Mas cooked noodles, right?"

Andra sighed, "that's spaghetti, Deck. Not noodles,"

"Oouh, it's noodles. The difference is not the same krit," replied Dusk while stirring warm lemon for the husband.

Andra was made by the behavior of his wife. It turned out that after he was more open to Dusk, his wife was now more natural and more comfortable he felt towards her. He felt his old weapon had returned.

Unlike the first time they got married, Dusk felt very awkward to behave to him. Talk is just as necessary, as if they had just met.

"Thank you, my wife, warm and fresh as you are,"

"What?"

Andra raised the cup in her right hand, "this is you see,"

"Oh, kirain.."

"What?"

"What a hayo, early in the morning have discussed a warm-warm aja mentang-about a new bride," said Bayu who just came.

"This is a warm Bayu Mas, fried banana made by Bulek," replied Bulik while pouring bananas into a plate.

Bayu eyes sparkle, "waah, fit nih Bulik. Moreover, there was a black coffee that accompanied, added favorably for sure," the man raised his eyebrows staring at Bulik Sri and Dusk alternately.

"Lo mode! Tell me to get a coffee!" Sambar Andra's.

"Emang" replied Bayu lightly.

"Marriage eat! Let someone drink every morning,"

"Not yet," said the man who was busy chewing the fried banana until it filled his mouth.

"Now! His black coffee, Mr. Bayu," Dusk thrust a cup of coffee with steam billowing in front of Bayu.

But when Bayu was about to take his hand hanging because there was someone who had already taken his cup.

"Loh loh, that's coffee gu-e," said Bayu paused when he found out who belongs to the hand that has preceded it.

"Bah Kung, that's Bayu's coffee! Mbah Kung can ask Dusk to make his own,"

Regardless of the ravings of Bayu, the old man who still looked fit inhaled the aroma of black coffee in his hand, he smiled and very carefully began to sip the coffee.

"Hmm, a mantab like a princess. Very fitting taste," praise Mbah kakung make Dusk smile shy.

"Now, Mbah balikin. Just suck your ass!" Mbah Kung again put the coffee that only shaved it to Bayu.

"That's already Mbah Kung's ex," muttered Bayu but still drank it because he was sure the grandfather of his best friend did not have a history of infectious diseases.

"Gedumelan always drunk too," muttered Amdra glanced at Bayu beside him.

"Mbah let be made special with this daughter-in-law of Mayu Mbah Kung,"

"The name is Dusk Amalia, Kung. Not Ayu!" Still had time to say Bayu Mbah Kakung when his mouth was full again with a second piece of fried banana.

"That is to say, she means that Mbah's granddaughter is beautiful, berparas ayu so,"

Got the nagging of Mbah kakung, Bayu just grinned and continued his eating action greedily. Because fried bananas are indeed his favorite food, he said reminding him of the late home of his beloved mother.

When everyone is busy enjoying their own drinks with warm fried bananas by Bulim Sri. The princess came with Rudi trailing behind her while carrying two full shopping baskets.

"Mbah Uti from the market?" Andra asked the grandmother when the old woman who still looked ayu was sitting in the chair opposite to him.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Don't you take Andra anyway, Uti?"

"What do you want to do to the market? You will be allergic again to splashes of muddy water in the market, not to mention the smell of fish, chicken, meat,"

"Yes too" Andra retorted scratching her back head despite not itching.

"Yes my mother's son, where can he go to the market, Uti. He made a clean and hygienic supermarket" Bayu said.

"Gue mother's son, not mother's son. You also want to manage the supermarket, try if I tell you to manage the market, want lo?"

Bayu seemed to think, he shook his head completely with the grin of his horse.

"Sok-sook'an about me, lo!"

"Of course, you're the same! Only Cenil can stand here, right, Nile?"

"Surely, Uti," replied Dusk quickly.

"That's not the same shame as women. Men are afraid of getting dirty,"

Bayu Want to return to answer the words of the princess, but urung because he felt his grandmother's speech was true.

"Here, Mbah Uti buy jamu for the three of you. Mbah has told the seller to give each name so as not to be mistaken,"

The three young men looked at each other. What's that herbal medicine, why the fear of being changed?

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What is it, Uti?

Seriate.