Don't Cry Mother
JMB 47. Question from Tara

Tara's in her studio. The boy settles out of the child's room not caught by the mother if she again stayed up late to finish the painting. Tara complains a little, it is actually better to paint in the room because it will not be caught if he even stayed up until morning. But his room was no longer able to accommodate all the paintings that were being done.

At least in a day he can do 2 to 3 paintings simultaneously. If he is not in the mood to work on a painting then he will try to do another.

As now he left the painting in the style of the old batavia building for and work on the painting of Mount Bromo request Mr. Sun as payment for what he wants tempo heart.

But again Tara stopped. He pulled his chair to face the painting he initially refused to continue.

" What's hidden in this place is really mysterious. I feel like there's something there."

Tara began to take the brush and paint it and then began to incline it into the canvas that still looks empty in some parts. Tara really focused on doing the painting of the old building.

For almost 2 hours he was there. Her stomach felt a little hungry, Tara then got up from her seat to grab some snacks. However, the boy stopped when he discovered that something caught his attention.

Tara sat down and continued her painting. He was sure he would get something when he finished his painting.

A total of 5 hours of Tara in front of the canvas. Incorporate little by little the paint until a painting is finished and shows the true form. The boy stood up then walked back a little away from the painting to see it more clearly.

Tara's eyes are perfectly rounded when she realizes that the person in the painting is someone she knows very well. When he paints, he really doesn't realize it.

" Wasn't that the face of Grandma. Why could. It's impossible for Grandma to live in those days, right? Grandma is still of Dutch noni descent. Is grandma a blaster? And what does this have to do with the painting?"

Questions swirled in Tara's brain. He must make sure something and the only way to ask the truth to his mother or grandmother.

Unlike Tara who was busy thinking while looking at her painting that had just been so, Kaluna currently woke up and headed straight to the bathroom to fetch some water. The clock on the wall shows at 02:30, Kaluna will perform her evening prayer. Habits that have been for 5 years this routine he did. Usually Kaluna will do it with 4 rakaat and two greetings.

after finishing Kaluna will take her holy book and for a moment read even if only one sheet. Yasa sayup-sayup listened to the voice of Kaluna who was reading the holy verse. The man then woke up and sat cross-legged while continuing to listen to the voice of Kaluna which turned out to be very melodious even though it sounded very soft.

A sentence was pronounced Kaluna as a sign that he was ending his activities. The woman was surprised to find the husband sitting while looking at her.

" Are you awake? because I listened to my voice, I woke up. Sorry if that's so."

" Lian times wake me up too if you wake up first.let's do it together."

Kaluna smiled and then nodded. This time it was Yasa's turn to get out of bed and perform the night prayer.

the atmosphere returned awkward when both of them were already sitting on the bed. Both Yasa and Kaluna were confused as to what to say.

" Buset deh, why so awkward gini the atmosphere. We're married, but it's like a pedekate."

Yasa muttered in his heart. He himself was also confused how to start the conversation until he found an idea.

" Oh yeah Kal, it looks like the day after tomorrow I have to go back to the city. My cut is up, I have to go to college to get back to teaching."

" Good mas."

" Kal, how about the plantation?"

" Yes we have to start from the beginning of the mas, start to fix the land back to be ready to be planted. But we'll seed the seed first so that when the soil is ready we can immediately move the bud to the ground."

Yasa just nodded. For that matter, he certainly doesn't know much. Kaluna was silent. But suddenly the woman faced the husband.

" Mum, I'm sorry if I ... ."

" I know I won't force you. I'll wait until you're ready. But can it be niggling first."

Haish, it seems that Yasa is unable to do anything to Kaluna's lips that always tease her eyes. Aren't they lawful and free to do anything?

Yasa grabbed Kaluna's chin and brought her face closer to her. He looked at Netra Kaluna carefully. Those brown eyes are so pretty. For a moment Yasa felt Kaluna's face was not entirely the face of the natives.

" Can?" Yasa again asked permission from his wife.

In Harti Kaluna tried to convince him that this was part of his obligation to Yasa. Is it love? The answer is not yet, but he will strive for it. Kaluna nodded as well. Got the green light from his wife without hesitation Yasa landed his lips right on the lips of kaluna. He began to sip and smear Kaluna's lips, biting the little lips of the wife to open it.

Kaluna closed her eyes enjoying Yasa's tongue which started to break through her mouth cavity. Of course this is their second experience, but this is the first experience when they are conscious not like the first time 6 years ago.

" Thank you, for this moment."

Yasa unraveled his kiss, he kissed Kaluna for a moment and hugged her.

" Thank you and sorry. Thank you for waiting and I'm sorry I haven't been a good wife to you. But I'll try."

Kaluna found comfort in the chest embrace of Yasa's field. He felt his heart really relieved, there was something divided there. Kaluna felt her burden slightly reduced in the arms of her husband.

The morning prayer rumbles, this time Yasa and Kaluna fulfill the 2 rakaat obligations together. The two offered each other prayers after they were done with their obligations.

Kaluna took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. His chest suddenly felt tight. I don't know why, but right now that's how he feels. Kaluna even had to pat her chest so that the feeling of tightness subsided a little. Of course, this cannot be separated from Yasa's view.

" Kal, what's wrong with you?"

" I don't know, suddenly I feel bad. Like something bad is going to happen. But hopefully not."

Just now Kaluna finished with her words someone knocked on the door of Kaluna and Yasa's room with a little louder. Can they know that the one who knocked on their room door was mbok Yem.

" What's wrong mbok?"

" I-it neng, den outside there ... ."

TB