Alin and Hazar
CHAPTER 38

If for most men accompany his woman shopping is the most boring thing. That doesn't apply to Hazar. Alin is the one who is bored right now. How not! The clothes he bought had to be Hazar who chose and had to suit Hazar's taste.

“This, this, this and this.”

Hazar pointed to some of the clothes that were included in his choice criteria. Long, loose, and covered the neck. The shopkeeper's parents reluctantly followed Hazar's words, quickly isolating Hazar's clothes, with a smile on his lips never dimmed from the beginning of Hazar's appearance.

While Alin prefers to sit on the sofa provided by the store owner for his visitors, right in front of the dressing room. Now Alin has been wearing clothes and trousers, according to Hazar's choice of course. His face seemed to frown, Since all his choice clothes were lightly thrown Hazar in any direction. He sneered and cursed at Hazar who wisely chose clothes for him.

“Come! We go.” Hazar extended his hand to Alin.

“Ck!” Alin rolled his eyes lazily. He stood up, ignored Hazar's hand, and walked out of the store without waiting for Hazar.

The same thing happened again in the restaurant. All meals Alin chose were cancelled by Hazar.

“You can no longer eat foods that are too spicy. It's not good for health.”

That's the reason he got it from Hazar's mouth, when he protested.

Alin only spent half the food on his plate. Suddenly, his stomach felt uncomfortable. Alin exhaled lazily, putting the spoon back in his hand on the plate.

“Spend your food!” hazar's orders.

“I'm full.” Alin kept the plate out of his presence.

“You don't be like a child. Spend!” Hazar's eyes were already glaring.

Alin sighed again, lazily he returned to feed the rice to his mouth.

“Uwweeek...!”

Alin smothered his mouth, suddenly his stomach churned. His throat felt full, it seemed like something was about to come out from there. Alin ran to the toilet behind the restaurant.

Hazar looks panicked to see Alin vomiting incessantly. While rubbing Alin's back, he yelled at the restaurant waiter standing behind him, to immediately contact the doctor.

Alin drooped weakly after removing all of his stomach contents.

Hazar sits Alin in the closet, leaning Alin's head against his stomach. He wiped Alin's eyes and nose, which looked watery using the tissue he had asked the waiter. Because, he did not want to wipe his wife's face with a tissue that was already available in the toilet. Then he asked Alin to gargle.

“Do not hurt anymore?”

Hazar crouches down to wipe Alin's mouth. His face still looks worried.

Alin shook his head, his eyes still closed.

“I want to go home!” lirih Alin's.

“Pak, the doctor has arrived!” said the waiter Hazar ordered to call the doctor.

Hazar carries Alin out of the toilet.

The waiter led Hazar to a room that looked empty inside, with only a long sofa there. Hazar lays Alin's body on the sofa, then sits down, resting Alin's head on his thigh.

***

Hazar drove his car a little. Occasionally he turned his eyes to look at Alin who was already sleeping and drooped weakly beside him. Although he was worried but there was also a sense of resentment in his heart at this time.

How he's not upset. His wife was now catching wind because she had been soaking in the river for hours.

The doctor did not prescribe Alin. He only advised to drink warm ginger tea, and get enough rest.

When he arrived at Villa Mang Iman and Bik Ratih had been waiting for them in front of the fence.

“Is Miss alright Mr?” ask Bik Ratih worried. Alin's face looked very pale by her.

“He only got in the wind Bik. What did I ask you to have Bibik ready?” ask Hazar. Now she had Alin laid on the bed.

“Already Sir, I'll get you a minute.” Bik Ratih came back out of the room.

Hazar closed all the windows in his room tightly. Then call Bobi's number, asking Bobi to come there immediately.

“This Sir!” Bik Ratih appeared with a glass of warm ginger tea, and a small plate.

“What is this?!” ask Hazar. Pointing to the small plate that Bik Ratih brought.

“What should this be mixed with tea water?” ask Hazar again.

“Ya is not Sir!.” Bik Ratih chuckles. “ini should be scraped into her back Miss Alin.”

Hazar did not comment again even though he still did not understand what Bik Ratih said.

Hazar sat on the side of the bed. “Alin! Wake up, you must drink warm water first.”

“Hmmm... I'll drink it later.” Alin kept Hazar's hand away from her cheek.

“Drink later Sir. Let my Miss scrap it first.” said Bik Ratih.

*

“Bibik Stop!” peekit Hazar's. He instantly moved Bik Ratih's hand away from Alin's back. “Bibik will hurt him this way. Look at this bruised already! What Bibik wants to kill him.” Hazar stared angrily at Bik Ratih.

“Hmm... Brother shut up!.” Hardik Alin, he's disturbed by Hazar's screeching. “Aibi go on, This is very convenient.” muttered Alin with eyes still closed.

Bik Ratih seemed hesitant, wanting to continue or stop the scraping. He looked at Hazar who still looked angry at him.

Alin sighed, lazily opening his eyes. He found Hazar lying next to him. Her husband now looked very angry at Bik Ratih.

“This aunt is already night, Aunt rest.” Alin said. He turned his body which had originally been lying on his back. He got up and sat down while holding a blanket on his chest. “Thanks Aunty.” Alin took over the coin in Bik Ratih's hand.

“Ba-well Miss! Happy resting.”

“Iya Aunty too! Happy resting.”

PLAQUE!!!

Alin slaps Hazar's arm which suddenly loops around her waist. “Get rid of Brother's hand!” Alin stared fiercely at Hazar. “Kakak is very disrespectful, glaring at parents.” Alin said.

“You should thank me. You were almost killed by Bik Ratih. Thankfully I didn't fall asleep!”

“Ckckck...!” Alin clucked his head. “Aaww!!” Alin screamed, because Hazar suddenly pulled her hair, making her fall back on the bed.

Hazar pulls Alin's body into his arms. “Sleep! You have to rest a lot.” said Hazar calmly after grabbing his wife's hair.

“It was my brother who wanted to kill me, not Aunt Ratih!” Alin tried to escape. “So I know this hurts so much!”

“You almost daily grabbed my hair, and I guess it didn't hurt at all.” Hazar smirked. “You want to reply me?” Hazar put Alin's hand on his head. “reply as you please.” he continued.

“Cih!” Alin moved his hand away from Hazar's head.

***

The phone rang loudly, filling the ceiling of the room. While the occupant was still sound in his sleep.

“Sister! Lift your. Brother's phone is very annoying!” muttered Alin, his eyes still unwillingly opened.

Hazar just muttered lazily. Keep letting the phone ring.

“kakak!!” peekkik Alin's. His hands also woke Hazar.

“Hmmm..” Hazar took Alin's hand off his earlobe. Then his hand crept to find the source of the sound that disturbed his sleep. Hazar picks up the phone call without looking vain who contacted him, he is too lazy to open his eyes. “Halo!” raucous answer.

“Hazar!” I heard Mama Rosa screaming across the phone. Hazar reflexively keeps the phone away from her ear. “You go on your honeymoon and have nothing to do Mama anyway!”

Hazar sighed. “What's Mama calling me so early?”

“What Alin there?”

Hazar turned his head.The bed next to him was empty.

“She's again in the bathroom.” replied Hazar lazily.

“Is Alin late?”

“He's on leave now. So he won't be late.” replied Hazar accordingly.

“Not that late!!!” hardik Mom.