Dusk Sky
Anak

Dusk let her husband sleep again after dawn. She knew her husband was tired. And as her apology and thanks, today she will spoil her husband with a variety of favorite foods.

Arriving in the kitchen, he saw a paper bag and remembered Baskara's remarks last night saying buy him a gift.

Both eyes sparkled to see the contents inside which turned out to be a couple watch with a famous brand.

A simple model but looks elegant according to his taste. The white color for the smaller clock seems to be for him and the black color for Baskara.

Not just a watch. Inside there is also a gray sweeter that looks warm to wear in the cold season like this.

It felt bad last night as if yawning unceremoniously. Not because of the value of the goods her husband gave her. But because of Baskara's attention and initiative to have a spouse's goods. That's what touched him.

Even he who is a woman does not think up to such a couple's goods. But when the goods are in front of his eyes now, he did not deny if his heart flowered. Even his heart was pounding twice as fast.

Let people say they are overreacting. Alay or whatever. Dusk no matter the origin of his heart and Baskara was equally happy.

"My husband." he said proud of the lips that showed a charming smile. Removing the remains of the sour face he put up last night.

Keep the goods given by her husband into the room.

He saw Baskara still asleep with the prone position. Not wanting to disturb, he only gave his sweetest smile even though Baskara could not see it.

The day was pretty cold. Even the temperature dropped by a few degrees compared to yesterday. Anyone would want to linger behind a blanket, including himself. But unfortunately his stomach has asked to be filled. After last night she skipped dinner because she was upset with her husband.

Back to the original purpose came to the kitchen. Dusk began to prepare the ingredients to make breakfast.

Because for breakfast. So he just made a turkey sandwich and fried rice. Let Baskara choose for himself to eat which one.

Lunch later he promised to cook Indonesian food with a recipe that he had obtained from his parents' home assistant in Jakarta there.

Indulge the tongues of those who long for the taste of the archipelago.

He even asked to be sent spices and materials that were not there to his mother.

His hands were dancing on the frying pan. Stirring rice that has been mixed with spices and also sausages and eggs as a complement.

Suddenly his stomach was wrapped in warm hands. No need to ask who did it.

Other than no one else but the two of them. Also because Dusk is very memorized the masculine aroma of the husband.

"Repeat the cooking kiss until the room." muttered Baskara who rested his head on his shoulder with the face implanted dredged the neck of Dusk.

"The lie is getting smoother." said Dusk. The distance between the room and the kitchen is not close. In addition, he had made sure the door was tightly closed because he did not like the smell of cooking entering his private area.

"If you are still sleepy, go back to sleep. Later I wake up if the breakfast is ready." added Dusk when turning and saw her husband closed his eyes.

Taking soy sauce as the last step of his fried rice this morning.

Baskara answered with a gel that made Dusk feel amused and his hair bristled because of the friction of his neck skin and the husband's nose.

"Geli iiih mas." tried to release the entanglement but nil because Baskara increasingly tightened his embrace.

"Let's gini first, ayy. What don't you miss, a week you haven't seen?"

The hands of the Sun no longer clashed. She let her husband want it. Instead, he took out a plate to lay a plate of fried rice and a turkey sandwich he had made before.

"Ayoo breakfast." The call of Dusk made Baskara let go of his entanglement. Honestly, he was hungry. Last night the dinner wasn't over. Cold weather often makes her stomach hungry.

"Wash your face first dong, mas." prevent Dusk once her husband will immediately sit down.

"No, cold, ayy."

Twisting his eyes lazy. If the face wash is cold, her husband may rarely take a shower if in winter like this.

Relented and stepped into the bathroom beside the kitchen, Dusk filled the basin with warm water and washlap. Approaching her husband to help wash her face.

"Learn ngasuh child." said Dusk which made Baskara pursed his lips. But soon a wicked smile appeared on his face.

His wife glared sharply. "Not to be weird!"

"Kok, weird shit? my beautiful wife said she was learning to have children. If we have a child, you will also nenenin, ayy."

"Yes, if his son is real. Not a big baby modeled mas."

The twilight hand painstakingly washed Baskara's face down to the neck. Make sure each side is clean.

"Surely his father was not given either? will kangen be digituin?" baskara Goda.

Dusk's face flushed instantly. Why did her husband so lightly say such intimate things.

Thankfully, there were only the two of them. If anyone else heard, he would be even more ashamed.

Talking about the problem of children, although initially Dusk refused to have it while still in college. But after walking the wedding it turns out the desire itself.

Now he even misses the presence of the baby to complete the happiness of their household.

"Mas."

"Hmm?" sahut Baskara who has started scooping his fried rice. He will not be full by eating sandwiches after not eating last night.

"How come you never talked about children? Don't you want to have a child with me?" ask Dusk carefully.

Because of what he read in the novels. Surely the husband will rub his wife's stomach after they have intercourse and say "May you be present quickly."

But Baskara never even talked about it. The young man would just kiss her and thank her. Although sometimes he is uncomfortable with the word thank you after they do it. It feels like a paid woman.

Maybe later she needs to talk about it with her husband too.

"Yes, ayy. Where there is a husband who does not want the wife he loves to be the mother of his children." Baskara looked at the wife seriously.

"Continue?"

He gave a gentle smile to his wife. "You said you didn't want to have children" he said softly. I don't want to be offended.

"Sorry." the twilight great-grandson bowed his head. "But now I want to."

Large and warm palms perched above his head. Gently rubbing her beautiful mane.

"We've tried. Let God determine when he is present by our side" he said calmly. "We enjoyed it first, the post-marriage courtship period."

"Enjoy the precious moments of both of us before there are ngerecokin" he added trying to joke.

And sure enough, his wife chuckled and hit his chest softly.

Baskara smiled back and brought his wife's body into his warm embrace.

"Not to be too thoughtful. There's gonna be a good time for him to attend."

"You are still small enough to have a baby. Later I'm confused which child is the mother if equally spoiled like this."

"Damn bummer!"

Baskara. He likes it best when he teases his wife like this.

"Reduce the risk is also if your age is more mature?"

Dusk nodded. Justifying everything her husband said. And his feelings are now a little more relieved.

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