Alin and Hazar
CHAPTER 36

Bik Ratih takes Alin around the village on foot. Their main destination right now is the village's traditional market. When he arrived at the market Alin returned to the khilaf, he spent all the money he had taken from Hazar's wallet. I don't know what it means to skimp on his mind.

Alin was forced to go home because he no longer had money. With a medium-sized plastic bag in each hand, Alin and Bik Ratih walked back to the Villa.

The path they were walking on was different from the one they had walked on when they left earlier. Alin saw some children playing in the water on the river bank.

“Aunt what they do?” alin asked, pointing at the children on the river bank.

“They're catching a baby fish Miss.”

“Fishes! Sounds fun. Let's go there Auntie!.”

Alin immediately walked with wide steps toward the river bank. Bik Ratih had to follow him. Alin immediately joined the children. The river with clear water, not too deep only limited to the knees of adults and the area is not up to three meters. Alin forgot himself. He soaked thoroughly while chatting and occasionally laughing with the village children.

Alin came home in a drenched state, his lips were already a little blue skin his palms were already wrinkled cold. He walked a little hastily while clutching his hands.

Hazar, who was sitting on the balcony of his room, was surprised to see his wife at the time. He grabbed a towel and ran downstairs.

“What happened?” hazar asked worriedly, while covering Alin with the towel he was carrying.

“Nona was playing on the river Tuan.” Bik Ratih answered.

Hazar's eyes immediately glared at Alin.

“So I'll be angry later! I'm so cold.” Alin clutched the towel getting stronger. His lips seemed to tremble withstanding the cold.

Hazar immediately took Alin into the bathroom.

“Why did Brother bring me here? I've been very cold.” said Alin.

“Shut! And sit!” Hazar presses Alin's shoulder, forcing him to sit inside the bathtub.

Alin felt a little comfortable after being bathed by Hazar with warm water.

“I was buying an interior in the market. But where was my groceries.” Alin checked around the room, looking for his grocery bag earlier. “What's still under!” muttered.

“Where else are you going?” ask Hazar.

“Taking my grocery bag earlier Brother!” Alin sighed, already quite satisfied she was in omeli during the bath earlier, and it seemed that her husband's annoyance had still not subsided.

Hazar approached the door and locked it.

“Sister! I have to go downstairs to pick up the clothes I bought in the market!” exclaim Alin.

“You don't need a shirt at this time.”

Alin started to feel bad. Hazar's face was grinning. Alin clasped both of his hands on his chest, while taking a step back.

“Kakak...!!! Hemmm...”

Direct Hazar******* Alin's lips. He lifted up his wife's body and laid her on the bed. Without letting go of her pagutan, Hazar's hands moved untied the bathrobe on Alin's waist. Alin had already lost by a landslide he could not dodge anymore. She could only give up and follow her husband's play. “This can also be considered as a natural warming action.” Mumbled Alin in his resignation.

*

Alin is still lazy to get up and release his embrace from Hazar's body. He really feels very comfortable at the moment. The coldness in his body was gone unceremoniously. It has been replaced with a soothing warmth. Hazar's eyes were still closed, it seemed like he was very exhausted at the moment. The smooth snoring from his nose was still heard by Alin.

Alin played his index finger on the chest of the plain Hazar field, like writing something there. Hazar was disturbed because of this.

“Kakak!” call Alin.

“I don't want my birthday at Grandpa's house!” alin.

“Hemm..” Hazar muttered again, and clasped Alin's body, plunging his wife's face into his chest.

“Sister! I really don't want to!” alin exclaimed, his voice had gone up an octave. He was very unhappy with Hazar's response, which only mumbled indistinctly.

“Then you want the show celebrated where?”

“Come here!” answer Alin.

“Your birthday is still a week away. And I have to get into the office.”

“What is the office business more important than me!!?”

“Hemm..”.

Alin raised his head, pushing Hazar's chest away from him. There was a look of disappointment on his face now. He looked annoyed at Hazar who was still keeping his eyes closed.

“Leave me here. I'll be home next week, after my birthday.”

“Can't!”

“Why can't! Brother take care of the company's pride Brother. I'll stay here!”

Alin was about to get up, but suddenly Hazar squeezed his body, making it hard for him to move.

“What Brother did! Go there!” Hardik Alin's. He threw away his face not looking at Hazar's face. His face was already flushed red withstanding the vexation in his chest.

“Summit! what's the reason you don't want to attend the show?”

Hazar flanked Alin's chin. Turn that face to look at her. Hazar was stunned when he found Alin's sad face with eyes that looked already glazed.

Hazar put away the hair boy covering Alin's forehead, then buried his lips there, Hazar maintained that position for a long time. Until he felt Alin's body shake a little accompanied by the sound of a stuffing that increasingly hardened.

Hazar again dropped his body beside Alin, pulled his wife's body back into his arms, and gave her many kisses on his head.

“Will I think back about the event.” Hazar said.

Alin did not answer, and he buried his face in Hazar's chest. His cries sounded increasingly hard.

***

That afternoon Hazar had to go to an ATM. All the money in his wallet had been wiped out in a very short period of time by his wife. Actually he was very lazy to get out of the Villa yard, but want to be like nowhere else. There was no one he could command now. There is only Mang iman and Bik Ratih, a middle-aged couple who do not really understand the world to an ATM. Therefore Mama Rosa always give their salary with cash/cash.

“I'm coming!” alin said, when he saw Hazar was preparing to leave. He is still upset with Hazar. But, how else. He did not want to just stay at the villa alone.

“Prepare fast.”

“I don't have a shirt.” Ketus Alin's. Since this afternoon until now Alin still did not wear clothes. He spends his time playing on a bed with a thick blanket wrapped around his body.

Hazar sighed, opening his wardrobe. “Wear this while. I'll buy you a shirt later.” Hazar throws his shirt at Alin.

“But I still want to come!. I don't want to be here alone.” Alin took away the clothes Hazar had thrown.

“You can leave wearing that shirt! Or do you want to leave without using anything?”