Unknown Love's

Go Again

Before the dawn of Adhan reverberated, Kinara was awake. He glanced at Ajeng who still looked sound, then he rushed to the bathroom to wash his face and ablaze.

Kinara walked towards her bedroom, slowly opening the door. Erlangga also fell asleep.

The sound of the dawn began to be heard.

"Mas, wake up. It was already dawn", Kinara gently rubbed her husband's shoulders.

Slowly Erlangga opened his eyes and narrowed them.

"Mmmhhh.iya dear", he answered short with a distinctive hoarse voice of waking up.

Kinara already looks neat wearing mukena, not forgetting she woke Ajeng to join the morning prayers together.

After the dawn prayer, Kinara immediately tidied up her room and then struggled in the kitchen. Although it was Sunday, but he remained busy cooking breakfast for the three of them.

"Bright craving, gini weekend cook early in the morning", said Ajeng who was busy making sweet tea.

Kinara smiled, "Yes what about Jeng. It's customary" Kinara replied casually without taking her eyes off the marinade that started to give off a fragrant smell.

"Hmmm..wanginya good", praise Ajeng.

Again, Kinara just smiled knottyly.

This morning he made a special fried noodle, salad and carrot juice.

Degs...

Kinara was shocked as a pair of hands coiled around her waist. Who else did it if not Erlangga.

"Mas..lebas, ashamed of Ajeng", whispered Kinara while trying to release her husband's embrace.

"Why should I be ashamed? let Ajeng see, after all we are husband and wife", said Erlangga. He's getting his arms tight.

"I'm still cooking this" Kinara tried to persuade her husband again.

Erlangga is getting spoiled. He kissed Kinara's neck, making Kinara go awry.

"Ehm..duuuhhh.I thought I was a statue", Ajeng chirps saw a romantic scene not far from where he sat.

Kinara's face flushed, she was completely embarrassed by her husband's actions. But it seems Erlangga does not care about Ajeng's speech.

"Colorful.".", whispered Erlangga.

He smiled as Kinara's long hair slightly blushed. The results of his actions last night were clearly visible there.

"What the hell is mas?", asked Kinara.

"Didn't you look in the mirror this morning, hm?".

Kinara poured the fried noodles with great difficulty as Erlangga's hand still held him tightly.

"Huufftt.I've seen. It must have been because of what you did last night huh?", replied Kinara half-whispering. He did not want Ajeng who was focused on watching TV to hear their conversation, too personal according to him.

"You like it, don't you?", teased Erlangga. His right hand began to uncontrollably, he gently squeezed Kinara's chest. Kinara is made all the more wrong.

"Mas, please, don't fuck around. I'm ashamed.", whispered Kinara again. He brushed off Erlangga's hand that would repeat his mischievous deed.

Erlangga chuckled, and cup, she kissed Kinara's cheek before releasing her embrace.

"I took a shower" she said. Kinara nodded small.

The clock has shown at seventy-thirty in the morning. The three of them sat down at the dinner table. Kinara and Ajeng looked fresh.

"Waaahh.aku kangen very similar Kak Kinara cuisine. Just smell the smell I was hungry", Ajeng began to enliven the atmosphere.

"Basic, voracious", Erlangga sneered. The look of the war began to appear among the sister's brother.

"Don't start y'all" Kinara warned, painstakingly taking rice and side dishes for her husband. Not forgetting the carrot juice he had prepared as well.

"Uuuhh.so is so sweet. Big brother is very lucky to know that he can get my best friend", Ajeng chanted again.

Kinara just smiled knot.

"Yes that. You have a lot to learn from Kinara. You guys are the same age, but the behavior is far from the same as Kinara, Jeng. You are childish, when mature", her brother's spicy comments this morning made Ajeng upset.

"Don't compare me to Kak Kinara donh. Gini-gini also I am an independent woman", replied Ajeng did not want to lose.

"Well, where is it independent? still flipping with papa and mama", Erlangga increasingly fierce to comment on his own sister.

Finally the sister's opposition stopped.

After breakfast, Erlangga seemed busy struggling with his phone. Just now that the phone was stored on top of the idle, there was already another incoming call.

Ddrrt...

"Yes hello..."

"...."

"Oh ok. Prepare all the necessities for departure tomorrow".

Erlangga hung up.

"Who is mas?", Kinara was surprised, this weekend the husband still seemed busy receiving calls.

"From my assistant. Tomorrow I have to review the project in Surabaya. I went to the service five days" he replied heavily.

"Mas go again?", looked at Kinara grimly.

"Just five days. I promise I'll be home soon, baby", Erlangga stroked his wife's head gently.

Kinara nodded small. Somehow there was an uneasy feeling in her heart when she knew her husband would go far away again.

"Jeng, tomorrow we have to go to Surabaya. There is an important project that must be reviewed directly. You don't go home until you get back. Later let me tell papa to mama, you're here to accompany Kinara".

"Ok mas happily", Ajeng replied cheerfully.

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Meanwhile, Bu Asri, Farhan and Erik have just arrived at the airport. At ten this morning Farhan's scheduled departure to Germany.

"Mother, Farhan said yes. Praying Farhan always", he asked. He hugged the body of the mother who had begun to look older.

"certain son. You don't have to ask, I always pray for you. Let me know if you get there" said Ms. Asri, who was answered with a sweet smile from Farhan.

"Rik, thank you for taking care of all my needs. Titip mom same office. Let me know immediately if there's anything", this time it's Erik's turn to get a message from Farhan.

"Yes sip, Han. Don't have too much thought. I guarantee Bukde Asri same office is safe", Erik replied reassuringly.

Farhan nodded and hugged Erik. The sound of the departure call was heard. Farhan kissed his mother's hands, then passed with a wave of the hands of Bu Asri and Erik.

There was a deep sadness in Farhan's heart as he looked back at the mother's face. At his age, he really wants to have a life companion who can accompany his mother every time he goes. But the ideals are still limited to hope and do'a.

"Let's go Bukde, let's go home" Erik asked. Ms. Asri stepped out of the departure entrance after Farhan completely disappeared from her eyes.

"Rik, did Farhan never tell you about women?", asked Bu Asri.

"Do you mean Bukde?", asked Erik in surprise.

"That's the story of who was about to look close to Farhan".

"His boyfriend means?", Erik tried to guess.

"Iisss. Bukde is only worried about Farhan, he is still young, but twice he is sad because of women", said Bukde Asri.

"Farhan never told me about anyone, Bukde. Just.", Erik's sentence hung up, making Bukdenya turn her head to look at his nephew's probing.

"What only?".

"Just.he was still thinking about Kinara" Erik replied carefully.

"Hm...Kinara again. Indeed, from the time of college, it seems Kinara is special for Farhan. Honey, not a soul mate", replied Bukde Asri.

"Yes, we pray that Bukde will let Farhan's soul mate be close. All of Erik's prayers are also Bukde", Erik grinned, trying to cheer the atmosphere.

"You have a candidate yet?", search Bukde Asri again.

"Your mother and father told you this same story" he said again.

"Still PDKT, Bukde", replied Erik clumsy.

Bukde Asri smiled at Erik's honesty.

"Yooo wis anyway, nothing, the name is also a business. Bukde do'ain your soul mate is also near yo".

Erik smiled happily at his favorite Bukde's answer.