The Winged Angel

33. A tip of Surat

The Flash Back Off

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"Non Niken cooked breakfast?" Buk Min looked at me.

"Yes Buk Min. I'm used to it" I said convincingly.

"I help you."

"No need. Buk Min do the other one."

Although her face looked uneasy, the woman finally nodded. Leaving me alone to fight with kitchen tools.

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"Hmm .. the fragrance is right." Henry hugged my waist from behind. He returned the morning prayers from the mosque near the house. The man looks handsome with a scabbard and a peci on the head. Her hair still looks wet.

"Which one did you say was fragrant? What's the guy cooking?" I smiled, stirring the fried rice in the pan.

"The guy dong." He sniffed my hair.

"Consideration of bo' ong. I haven't had a shower yet. Week." I looked at him while sticking out my tongue.

"You shower just as hard, stay beautiful." Still she seduced. I see his wife still falling apart like this.

Tombal.

"Why haven't you taken a shower? It's busy, huh? Here is my brother who continued. You take a shower!" Henry nudged my body from the front of the stove, until my body shifted from its original place. He took the spatula from my hand.

"Prude, just be done," I murmured. I want to make breakfast for her with my own hands. I asked Buk Min to cook. Without being helped by him.

"Bath school there! After breakfast I have a surprise for you." Henry's nimble hand held the spatula. Looks like Henry is more adept than I am at cooking.

I looked disappointed at him. Henry didn't realize my reaction. I'm trying to be a useful wife. There's not much I can do for my husband in this house. Everything's been done Buk, Min.

I left Henry in the kitchen. Stepping into the bathroom in our room. Looking at my ugly face in front of the glass. Original curled hair. Greasy face. It looks like a mother.

We have been home from Borneo for almost a week. I'm not making any progress. A wife who serves her husband.

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"Here, Honey!" Henry shifted the chair beside him for me to sit down.

Fried rice has been neatly arranged on the dining table complete with two glasses of warm tea. Henry makes me feel so insignificant.

"Why is my face bent? Again, yes, Yang?"

I mean, how do you know? I just found out about it, shower time.

I'm silent. Sit next to him for breakfast.

"Why, anyway?"

"No." Boost.

Henry turned my chair towards her. Staring at my face. Our eyes are clashing.

"If there's anything it's talking! I'm not a psychic who can read your mind. Don't make me wonder! Hmm?" Face ducks. Pecking my cheek.

"I was going to make you breakfast. But you've messed it up" I said with pursed lips.

"Mhhhmpt ...." Henry held a smile.

"Not funny!" My eyes glazed over her reaction. I don't know .. I'm being sensitive like that.

Henry's face stiffened. Watching the glass in my eyes. He pulled my drown, buried my face in his chest.

"I'm sorry, I don't know if you're his. Okay, from tomorrow you make breakfast until you're done. I won't bother you." His hands rubbed my back. Time and time again rained a kiss on my head.

"I'm forgiven, right, honey?' He rubbed the corner of my wet eye.

"Hu' um," I said, nodding.

"Smile."

"Hm." I pulled both corners of the lips.

We started breakfast as usual. The clink of the sound of spoons and forks coloring the dining room. Henry is good at changing my mood. I was sad to be cheerful again with the ball.

"Which ...which country do you most want to visit?" henry asked as he swept the corners of his lips with a tisue of eating.

"Country? Someplace abroad?"

"Hu' um." Henry nodded.

"Many, anyway. But the most curious about Dubai."

"The day we leave."

"What?" My eyes widened in disbelief.

"We're on our honeymoon there."

That easy?

Oops! pat the forehead reflex. My husband is Horang Kayah.

***

Dubai in the morning.

Like being in a dream. I didn't expect Henry to easily take me to this place. A place that previously I could only see through photos and videos on my social media homepage. We fly on private jets from Indonesia.

"It's real, Ken," I muttered to myself.

I was standing on the balcony of the hotel room. Staring at the view of Dubai from a height. It still looks dark outside. The clock was pointing past seven o'clock. A thin mist is seen rolling over Dubai City. The air was still cold even though my body was wearing a thick sweater. The head covered in hijab I coated again with a knit hat.

Henry came out of the door to my room and approached me. His body is wearing a thick coat. He then grabbed my shoulder from behind. Warm.

"You likey?" Henry put his chin on my shoulder.

"It's so like." I looked at him. I scooped up those tomato cheeks. "Thank you" I said again.

Dubai is currently in winter, cold air like this is perfect for laziness. But, today we have an appointment with a tour guide to travel.

Me and Henry then went down to the first floor of the hotel for breakfast at the cafe. Today, Henry said, he will take me around the gold market, Dubai Souk. One of the places that must be visited if visiting Dubai.

In the hotel lobby, a guide whom Henry had hired had been waiting. He introduced himself to us, his name is Mister Malini who will accompany us while exploring in Dubai. He is very fluent in Indonesian.

Not far from us like a shadow I saw there was Beno and some of his colleagues. Their appearance is very similar to the body guards in the movies. Dress in black and have sunglasses. It seems they are trying to keep their distance from us. Fear of disturbing our comfort perhaps.

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A car was waiting in front of the hotel to take us on our way. Mister Malini sat down next to the driver. Me and Henry on the passenger bench. A comfortable mini bus. Perfect for long journeys. The facilities inside are quite complete.

Along the way, Mister Malini kept chattering about his knowledge of Dubai City.

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It didn't take long for us to arrive at the destination. The car stopped in front of a row of shophouses.

The Gold Market was not just showing off the beauty of gold jewelry. But also the beauty of the place. There are gardens in front of the store area that are deliberately designed to make visitors comfortable. The park is also surrounded by a very clean lake. Very pampering to the eyes.

"We're taking the front photo here, Yuk Hen!" my proposal.

Henry agreed. We took several selfies with various poses in front of the park.

Henry then invited me into the gold shop.

"Do you like gold jewelry?" henry asked whispering.

"Like," I hesitated. I'm afraid Henry will be disappointed if I say no.

"I want you to pick a ring that you like."

"But you bought me a ring. I like it."

"Dear, come on .. let me please you."

I looked at him fixedly and nodded slowly, Not wanting to disappoint the man.

Henry took me to the gold shop. Our hands are intertwined.

Once inside, the glass storefronts show off a dazzling yellow light. All of these shophouse-like areas are filled with jewelry. Very spacious. The wide streets are vibrant with traders and artists trained in the craft of designing jewelry, from order jewelry to alluring Arabic designs at bargainable prices. We started to go into some shops.

Henry pointed to a ring. Gold ring with unique shape. I have to admit, Henry's taste is good. He then put it on my ring finger that had not been attached to the ring. The size fits my finger.

"I want you to have this," he said.

"Hu' um I like it too," I said honestly.

Henry smiled with satisfaction. He immediately paid for the ring. The shop owner was very smart. Or maybe he knew Henry had a lot of money. He showed off a few other jewelry devices in front of us. The shape is very unique and beautiful. Henry seemed interested.

"Hen, I don't need that much jewelry" I whispered in Henry's ear. "I just need your love" I said.

I blinked my flirtatious eyes as Henry turned to me. Don't let my influence lose to the influence of the shop owner. I pulled my husband's hand. He relented.

Satisfied around, we then went out of the market area, to a long chair, under a palm tree. Sitting together on a long bench enjoying the quiet and comfortable lakeside view. The water of this artificial lake is very calm. In the middle of the lake there are several ships passing by carrying groups of tourists.

"Have you been here before?" I asked Henry.

Henry shakes. "Same with you. I also just saw the city of Dubai. If you want we can stay here. Opah has several apartments in the middle of the city" he said lightly.

"Don't want to ah. There's no muddle, no pecel, no fritters."

Henry laughed at my answer. Not yet know him that his wife's tongue can not be separated with Indonesian culinary.

"If you are alone, where would you like to visit the most?" my many.

"I? I want to go to Africa."

"Why are you there?"

"Experience in the African jungle. Camping, hunting."

"Wow fun too."

"Entar, we'll be there sometime. It might be more exciting if we have kids, Ken. Take our kids camping."

Henry rubbed my head that was covered in hijab. I leaned on his shoulder.

A ship passed by the lake, the sound of its engine disrupting hearing. His pace left the ripples of waves bubbling. Desau wind lake feels cold caressing.

"How many children do you want?" my many.

"How much is important" he said.

Henry's hand took a small stone under his foot, then threw the stone into the middle of the lake to form a circle.

As the day progressed, the sun still shone coyly. The wind is still blowing cold. Lonely, the lake no longer sounded boisterous by passing ships.

"Ehem." There was a Deheman's voice behind us. "Can we continue our journey again Mr and Mrs Henry?"

Henry and I looked back. We forgot Mister Malini was waiting. Poor too. Since when did he stand there?

Hidhi.

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As soon as we got closer. Beno and two of his men were standing standby near the car. They rode in separate cars trailing us from behind.

According to Mister Malini our next trip to the desert safari. Today we will play in the desert. The journey takes about two hours from Dubai. Before entering the desert location, the car stops at a refueling station.

The journey continues. Many sellers of accessories and knick knacks at the place we arrived. I chose a turban headgear for Henry. Other tourists I saw also wearing a headband typical of the Arab land. Henry just said it when I put a turban on his head. My husband looks handsome.

"Flat." I pinched his cheek.

Henry and I took another picture before continuing on.

Beautiful desert we will wade by riding a 4WD car. At the location, we moved to a special car for the adventure. A special driver was provided to take us.

"A little while the adrenaline will race. The next tour is sand bashing. Off road in the desert, this will be very thrilling" Mister Malini told us.

Mister then let us ride in a 4WD car, specifically for off road,

"The driver driving this car must have a special certificate. Not everyone can drive it" our guide said again.

Henry and I were in one car. Beno and his men also took part in another 4WD car.

Henry smiled, glancing at me. I understand the meaning of that flirtatious glance. Both of my arms were tightly coiled in his stomach. The next scene will be full of hugs.

The adventure begins, at first the car crept slowly, the longer the more shaking. The 4WD car took us madly up and down the sand dunes that seemed endless. The car can go uphill, stop in a dived state on the edge of the hill, or tilt as if to upside down! Really adrenaline rush!

Henry and I kept shouting. Both arms now hugged Henry's stomach. We are fighting to maintain our position. A very exciting experience.

"Yuhuuuu!! Yess!! Haargk!!" Henry's mouth kept screaming. I've watched Henry's silliness. Sometimes he deliberately showed me his crossed eyes.

Shouts of horror and enjoying adding to our fanfare in the car. The driver deliberately played music at a loud volume. He knows how to make passengers happy. Several times the maneuver was done inviting hysterical screams from us.

For about thirty minutes, we were shaken in a car roaring over the vast desert. Missing all the burdens and burdens in the heart. Henry and I enjoyed this trip. Our hands embrace each other.

Finally, the car stopped at a place, like an open dining house. Mister Malini welcomed us.

"It's time to enjoy dinner, ladies and gentlemen. This place carries the concept of open table, and barbeque. Let's follow me" said Mister Malini.

Henry and I followed the man walking into the sandy area.

He then let us sit in a long chair. Many tables and chairs are prepared in a circle. There's a stage in the middle of the yard. We will enjoy the attractions. Already dozens of people sit sweetly while enjoying the sunset.

Dusk rolling in west horizon. From here the sun begins to head towards the contest, leaving behind a beautiful orange tinge.

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