Dusk Sky
Quarrels - Peace

Harmony does not mean their home life is without problems. Small discussions often occur. They are young and still unstable. The stubbornness of twilight is also often a source of debate. Even the guilty tomorrow will give in and apologize. It returned as usual as if there had never been a problem before.

No exception tonight. The two lie down on each other's backs. Or rather the twilight that turned Baskara. The problem is that Baskara was late when it was the last day of college before the winter break. Especially when Dusk contacted her husband, it turns out that Baskara was actually driving Lura to the airport.

"I just feel sorry, ayy. The flight schedule is half an hour away. But no taxi passed. I happened to come out here, so be it." so the defense that Baskara gave when the young man reached his wife's apartment.

The selfish attitude of the childish twilight certainly does not take it for granted. It involves other women. And for her there were many alternatives for the woman to arrive at the airport.

"Udah knows winter, should have booked a taxi long before. Or request an invitation from the airport! rich just first lived here!" a sharp twilight gaze unsheathed Baskara's eyes. Just by looking at her expression, one would know if the girl was angry.

"Why the hell, ayy? I was just helping. No other intention." Baskara came closer and grabbed his wife's shoulder. But his touch was immediately pushed aside by his wife.

"Not close!" his jolt. "If you want another girl more, don't go home!" Dusk left Baskara who was pleading for his understanding.

Dusk did not know it was innate him who was in the midst of the arrival of monthly guests or what. But clearly she doesn't like her husband to be in touch with other women whatever that's the reason.

Baskara, tired after a long journey and previously also escorted his friend, became upset with his wife's attitude.

Not welcomed with warm hugs and warm greetings. It was even greeted with debate.

The young man breathed heavily. Stepping into the kitchen looking for something to prop up his stomach that was rumbling because it was not filled since noon.

Putting a paper bag containing gifts that he had just bought in the mall for his wife on the pantry.

Heats the steak that his wife had cooked before into the microwave. While waiting for his dinner to warm up, he headed to the room to change his clothes and wash his face.

It was seen that his wife was lying in the blanket. But he had no intention of getting close. They both need time to ease their emotions. Will not find the word peace if emotions still dominate.

Dinner alone in silence but will usually always hear his wife's endless chatter when accompanying him to eat.

Although his stomach was hungry before, but eating in such a state suddenly made Baskara's stomach full despite only a few mouthfuls that he did not even feel the taste of the cuisine that his wife made.

Not because it's bad. Baskara believes the wife is already adept at cooking even without her help. The bland feeling he felt because of the mood or the atmosphere of the apartment that was equally gloomy.

Giving up on food. Baskara switched to the living room. Delaying entry into the room because it still takes time. He deliberately lingered in the kitchen making coffee and took it to accompany watching television.

Baskara is not a coffee lover. It can even be counted on the finger when he drank the caffeinated drink. But his tired body and heavy eyes made him forced to drink the thick black drink.

He needed something to distract what he was feeling now.

Maybe if he was an alcoholic, he would run into the liquor. But unfortunately he didn't even want to touch her.

In addition to the religious prohibition he adopted. Also because of the health awareness that has been instilled by both parents since childhood.

While in the room, Dusk can not sleep. He just lay down restlessly. Change its position from right tilt, supine, left tilt. And so on until he got tired of himself.

The door opened as the day approached midnight. His body even stiffened. But he again tried as calmly as possible so that his pretense to sleep looks natural.

"But don't be long, baby, get angry. In front of me bring you a present."

"But not to bribe you not to be angry, suer. That's what I bought right back on campus." kissed his wife's head.

"I was wrong. I'm sorry, aren't I?"

"Promise is no more."

"Maybe if you're that rich, I'll get angry too."

"I promise to think ahead before I act."

Again. A warm kiss of twilight got on his head before the stranglehold came off. He just remained still not moving. Breathe very carefully.

She actually did not have any love for her husband. But the sense of prestige still dominates his feelings. He was ashamed of being angry just such a matter. Even though it was still for him that Baskara was wrong. But she should not be so angry that she silences her husband like this.

Moreover, she also missed her husband's warm embrace. And now he must accept extending his longing until he is able to lower his ego to forgive Baskara. Maybe tomorrow morning.

There was a soft snoring coming from behind him. Dusk was sure her husband had slept because he was tired on the road.

Carefully she turned to face her husband who also slept facing her.

She saw the peaceful face of her husband while sleeping. Macung nose that is not too small but looks right on the face of her husband. Lips are thin but full enough. Bold eyelashes that frame beautiful eyes that always look at him warmly. Staring at him with love even in a state of anger.

The husband who was so patient faced his stubbornness and childishness. She knew she could not be her dream wife. A good wife who understands her husband under any circumstances.

She was even the most selfish when Baskara had just finished college at night, but she forced her husband to come.

Patiently, Baskara complied with her wishes and ended up sick the next day.

"Sorry mas. I hope you're still patient with my selfish attitude." she whispered before kissing her husband's forehead and entering into the embrace she had longed for.

Baskara who has not really fallen asleep presents a smile with eyes that remain closed. Replying to the embrace of his wife who was already leaning comfortably on him.

This is how they are if they are listening. If Baskara will apologize in person. Dusk always does it when Baskara is asleep. And the next day he was cheerful as usual.

But Baskara accepted it all. His wife was happy with their marriage. Happy to live with him. It was enough to forgive any selfish attitude his wife gave him.

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