Alin and Hazar
CHAPTER 44

Before Hazar returned to her room, Aunt Fatma told the story of Mama Diana and Papa Haris. The story makes Hazar feel like he has lost the way to apologize to Alin. Because now his heart is getting overwhelmed with guilt.

Hazar dropped his body next to Alin. Looking at the tired face of his wife who was sound asleep. His heart is so sick now, having learned how hard his wife has lived.

Hazar showered many kisses on Alin's face. And it managed to get Alin distracted by it.

“Mandi first yes... You will not be comfortable sleeping in this shirt,” Hazar said.

Alin muttered, turning his back to Hazar.

Hazar turned Alin back on his head, and held him firmly until Alin felt tight from breathing. Alin opened his eyes lazily, staring at Hazar's bruised face.

Alin sighed, his hands raised touching Hazar's bruised temple. “Will I treat later,” He said. Alin closed his eyes again.

Alin's breathing regained its regular sign that he had returned into his dreams. Hazar got up and came out of the room. Calling Aunt Yona.

“Abibi..ask Aunt Fatma to prepare my wife's favorite meal, and deliver it to the room,”

“Good Sir,”

“Susu for my wife too!”

“Good Sir,”

Hazar went back into his room. He immediately lifted Alin's body, and took him into the bathroom. Even though his wife was still sound asleep.

“Alin... wake up! We're already in the bathroom.” Hazar said as she patted Alin's cheek.

Alin can only curse when forcefully bathed by Hazar. His head felt a little dizzy because of his short sleep disturbed. But, when he saw something on the table made him feel alive again. The distinctive aroma of spicy food instantly seeped into his nose as he exited the bathroom.

Alin immediately squandered sitting on the sofa. He repeatedly swallowed his saliva. When he saw the spicy fried noodles and balado shrimp and a plate of warm rice in front of his eyes.

“Wear your shirt!” Hazar sat down beside Alin. Hand over the nightgown he took in the dressing room to Alin.

“Nanti.” Alin put his clothes on the couch. Grab a spoon and open the meal by eating fried noodles first.

Hazar could only look at Ali in astonishment, it only took five minutes of fried noodles. Alin started the second round grabbing a rice plate and a balado shrimp. Hazar was hungry when he saw Alin, who quickly finished his meal. He grabbed a piece of sandwich and started eating his breakfast.

***

“What Brother fights often?” alin asked while treating the wound on Hazar's face.

“Last night was first.. and will probably be more frequent now,”.

Alin frowned, he did not understand Hazar's words.

“What Wira also hurt this badly?” ask Alin.

“So, his name is Wira!”

“Kakak doesn't even know his name, instead just play smash!” Alin stared cynically at Hazar.

“Do I have to get acquainted with him first and ask for permission before hitting him!”

“What's wrong Wira until Big Brother hits him!” exclaimed Alin furious, now his anger that last night rose again. He looked angrily at Hazar.

“What would you do if you saw me naked in front of another woman?” Hazar asked back.

Alin was silent for a while, to digest Hazar's words just now. “Maybe... I have to inquire what Brother undressed for,” replied Alin doubtfully.

“So you won't get mad?”

Alin exhaled his breath violently. “What Brother thinks I didn't wear clothes last night!” exclaim Alin.

“You almost finished*ng last night.” Hazar stared intently at Alin's eyes which were also glaring at him. “What do you mean dressed like that?”

Alin threw away his face. “I... just want,” replied Alin. Hazar quickly snatches Alin's hand as the woman tries to run away.

“Where are you going?” Hazar pulls Alin's hand, and Alin sits next to him again. “I'm not done talking,” Hazar said.

“What else do you want Sister to talk about?” rutu Alin with a wrinkled face. “He's getting chatty!” muttered.

“Jawab my question earlier!” hazar.

“Which question is more!” spray Alin. “About my dress last night? Yep! I was deliberately wearing an open dress like that. Because I know Big Brother doesn't like it very much.” Alin stared fiercely at Hazar. “What is Brother angry? That is my goal!” alin continued fiery. chest seemed up and down with hunting breath.he ruffled waist ready to challenge Hazar.

“Engine...!” Hazar stops his finger, asking Alin to come closer to him.

Alin became confused, why Hazar only looks ordinary when he heard his words earlier. His hunting spirit and emotions slowly faded away. He obeyed Hazar's orders, shifting his seat closer to Hazar. His subconscious habit is always obedient to Hazar.

“I'm sorry.. I forgot to tell Grandpa to cancel your birthday,” Hazar slightly lifted Alin's body, sat his wife in his lap. Hazar pulls Alin's nape and leaves a kiss on Alin's forehead.

“Are you still sleepy?” hazar asked as she tidied Alin's hair, and slipped it behind her ear.

“Iya, I want to sleep now.” replied Alin quickly.

“Sleep... I'll wake you at two,”.

“No need, I can wake myself!” Alin was about to stand up from Hazar's lap, but could not. Because, Hazar locked his waist back. “What else!” yang Alin lazy.

“What... I should put you to bed?” ask Hazar.

Alin looked at Hazar cynically. “I'm tired, and I don't want to!” rutu Alin while trying to remove Hazar's hand from his waist.

“What you don't want... I just want to lull you in. What do you think?” Hazar frowned and looked at Alin.

Alin looks wrong. What the hell am I thinking? His inner.

Hazar grinned at Alin who was throwing away face unwilling to look at him.

“Lease! I didn't need a dininabobokan,” Alin pinched Hazar's arm, and he managed to break away.

*

Hazar comes back out of the room when Alin goes back to sleep. His wife was indeed worthy of the title of princess of sleep. If you have met the pillow only takes less than five minutes he will be pat, and unconscious again.

Hazar walks into her study, followed by Aunt Fatma and Karin. They seem to be discussing something. Karin repeatedly wrote down and read whatever Hazar mentioned. Then contact someone with their phone.

Karin, Aunt Fatma and some of the servants in the back house looked as if they were going somewhere. Hazar goes back into his room, with a laptop in his hand.

*

Wira did not feel astonished anymore when she got a call from the Foundation Secretary. It can be guessed, certainly not far from the incident last night. He bravely beat up the beloved son-in-law of the Foundation Chairman.

“Please read first,” Secretary Jon put a brown envelope on the table in front of Wira.

The woman opened the envelope without having to be told a second time.

“If the doctor agrees please sign,” Secretary Jon put a pen on the table.

The hero laughed heartily at Secretary Jon. “I guess... I will be prosecuted in court for beating up a rich man.” The hero still laughed. “It turns out the world of the rich is not what I saw on television. I'm lucky now.” he continued.

Secretary Jon just silent did not comment on the words of the Hero earlier.

The hero grabbed the pen that Secretary Jon put on immediately affixed his signature.

“The money has been transferred to your account,” Secretary Jon said after contacting someone via his mobile phone.

“Can I go now?”

“Please doctor,”

***

“Nona... ! Wake up aren't we going this afternoon?” aunt Fatma said as she shook Alin's shoulder.

“Hmmm.... What time is it now?” muttered Alin with a distinctive sound of waking up.

“It's three o'clock in the afternoon Miss,”

Alin opened his eyes lazily. “I'll be ready,” he said.

“Alright Miss... I will wait for you below.”

Alin yawned time and time again, with a staggering step he walked into the dressing room.

*

“You're ready Miss,” greet Karin when Alin has been downstairs.

“Ya!.” Alin turned his gaze around the house. “Where is Sister Hazar?”

“Mr Hazar is waiting for you somewhere Miss,” replied Karin.

“Waiting me?”

“iya, Miss. Let me drop off,”

Alin sighed and exhaled in annoyance. “I have an appointment with Aunt Fatma.” Alin said.

"Cih...he is always annoying, and always does as he pleases." lukuk Alin upset.