Sacred In Stain
Shabby Dress

Chapters 2. Shabby Dress

A shabby negligee on his wet body in the middle was pierced by water from an apron while washing a pile of dishes and cookware while Khalisa was put off. Finished with the mopping business of the floor he rushed to clean himself after previously cooking hot water in the pot and taking it to the bathroom. Khalisa flushed his tired body mixed with the aroma of cooking and sweat. Let warm water and soapy foam greet his skin that craves fresh taste.

Khalisa washed away as quickly as possible because the clock continues to move eroded time. He did not want to lose many moments to hug his son just before the boy fell asleep, also wanted to mingle while letting go of longing with his beloved husband.

He came out of the bathroom and found Dion on the bed. The straight-haired man sat cross-legged with eyes focused on his screen without caring or interested in Khalisa passing by still wrapped in a towel in the room that is not too big.

Khalisa tried to find a nightgown that was still worth wearing to please her husband. It is the duty of a wife to always look beautiful in front of her husband when he wants to move to the contest. Eagerly he ruffled the whole closet looking for a dress whose color was not too faded. Khalisa has not been shopping for clothes for a long time, if you remember two years ago he last bought new clothes.

For a moment he sighed in frustration because his sleep dress was not much there was none that was still worth showing to Dion. But then, the corner of his eye accidentally led to the lowest pile of clothes.

Face radiant. She found a pink nightgown that was actually a little faded as well, just not as severe as the others. Khalisa immediately put on it, combing hair and spraying the cheap colon that is commonly sold in minimarkets. He does not care about the brand and so because the funds for his personal needs must scramble with his mediocre pockets, which is important the aroma is fragrant.

With an expanding smile he rushed to the child's room first which was located next to his room. To simply kiss and say good sleep to the baby who has already fallen asleep. For Khalisa, Afkar is everything, the jewel of his heart, the pivot of his life. When the son was born, his world that was sometimes still covered in gray disappeared already, changed with a flash of joy from the soul-medicating baby.

“Ehm, Mas,” great-grandson Khalisa slowly.

“Hmm.” Dion simply replied with a mutter, he continued to focus on the online game he was playing.

“Mas, not sleepy?” ask Khalisa.

“Not yet. You sleep first. I again bear the responsibility,” said flat without caring for Khalisa who looked at him expectantly. Being longing to want to pour out each other's affection in an effort to fulfill the inner living.

Sigh resigned, Khalisa died a flea. It seemed that her husband was not tasteful to her even turned his head reluctantly. Though he has put all his abilities to beautify himself with makeshift capital. Wishing tonight could be a love to let go of longing after the last few months Dion was more busy with work. Very often come home late at night.

“Ya already, Mas. I slept first.” Khalisa said listlessly. Exhaling a disappointed breath while pulling the blanket.

Seriate.