The Longing for Perfection
Olive Oil

Clik. And he turned off the phone after that. She's shy. Right after that, the room door was knocked slowly.

"Far, eat," Mother Atun's voice sounded.

Farah took a deep breath and took it out slowly. She realized that Mom was paying attention to her but sometimes, her words hurt her in conveying.

"Yes, ma'am" replied Farah. Farah got out of bed and picked up the chocolate. She carried out the instructions of her husband.

Atun's mother was watching an Indian drama series on television when she came out. Bu Atun's favorite Indian drama.

"The smell is in a normal place" said Bu Atun when he saw his daughter-in-law leaving the room. 

Farah nodded slowly. He walked towards Bu Atun who was focusing on watching his favorite Indian drama series. 

"For Mom," Farah said by giving a packet of chocolate to Ms. Atun.

Bu Atun looked at the brown and then brought his gaze to Farah. 

"What's this?" ask the layman about this meal. 

"Said Mas Zayn, this can make mom smile," replied Farah honestly. 

"What is this, anyway?" asked Bu Atun again more astonished. Even so, he received chocolate from Farah. 

"Ummm, this is Farah's bouquet of wrappers," Farah said. He took the chocolate back from Bu Atun's hand. And give it back after he peels it. 

Slowly, Ms. Atun bit the chocolate and chewed it. His eyebrows looked wrinkled as he enjoyed it. He moved his cheeks harder as a piece of chocolate stuck to his teeth. It's very troublesome, her inner self.

"It feels normal" commented Bu Atun after the chocolate in his mouth ran out.

"But Mas Zayn said that this could make Mom smile" Farah replied naively. 

"That child is strange" said Ms Atun. It turned out that it was not Bu Atun who smiled back but Farah. The woman's lips curled up looking at her in-laws confused expression. He even smiled back to eat. 

On the other hand, Ms. Atun spent a long time giving chocolate to her daughter-in-law while watching an Indian drama that drained her feelings.

When Zayn came home from the office, the two men had joked and told each other on the porch while taking notes of the rice that will be taken tomorrow.

"Assalamualaikum" said Zayn.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." The two women answered simultaneously. Zayn kissed his mother's hand first. Then on Farah.

***@*** 

Her night. The night after all the activities have passed. Now it is time to rest the body. 

Farah was wearing a pretty sexy nightgown. There was only a small rope on both of his shoulders. If asked if he has passion, the answer is yes. He has a desire. She was like an ordinary woman who had that. She was like an ordinary woman who wanted that too. 

Farah put the comb over the nightstand after neatly combing her hair. Right after that, the door to his room opened. 

Zayn's face met red when he found his wife so beautiful and looks sexy tonight. 

"Uhum." Zayn coughed small. He locked the door immediately.

"Talking to her dad already?" ask Farah. 

Zayn nodded. He gulped his saliva to moisten the draining esophagus. Without taking a look, Zayn stepped closer to Farah. He reached out and rubbed Farah's hair in love. 

"Darling, you're so beautiful" she praised. 

Farah smiled happily with a hue on both of her cheeks. "God," added Farah. 

Slowly, Zayn's hand came down to rub his cheek and then lowered his head to make a kiss on his lips.

The sound of the night was so shahdu. Mix with the wind and the crickets singing outside. The headlights are starting to go out. The two human children had already started to drown. 

"Mas," Farah held Zayn's body. He then shyly took the olive oil that he had just bought this afternoon. "This is" he said, giving Zayn olive oil. 

Olive Oil?