Alin and Hazar
CHAPTER 54

“We're going to the hospital now!”

“For what? I'm just menstrual pain, nothing to worry about.” Alin tries to remove Hazar's hand from his wrist.

Hazar let go of his grasp. His sharp eyes stared at Alin full of prints.

Alin shrieked, he lowered his head not daring to look at Hazar. “I have never come in the last two years.” Alin closed his eyes, not knowing how to explain it to Hazar. “What Brother, still Expecting a child, from me?” Alin raised his chin staring into Hazar's eyes. “I'm barren, and I won't be able to give you a child! What Brother still did not understand with Papa's explanation that night!” peekkik Alin's.

Hazar's eyes dimmed, his heartbeat as if he had stopped hearing Alin's words just now. Alin's eyes have glazed over. Ten seconds later, the clear search escaped wetting his wife's cheeks.

Hazar pulls Alin's body, cradling it into his arms. He feels very guilty. “I'm sorry, I.” whispered Hazar. “Now I really don't want it anymore. You're all I need. Sorry, I.” Hazar tightened his hold.

Alin was about to break away from Hazar's arms.

"I'm sorry, I." Hazar tightens his arms, not allowing Alin to escape. "I'm sorry, I." Hazar repeatedly called out the same sentence.

Instead of subsiding, Alin's cries became increasingly heard Hazar's words. Until he tightened his grip on Hazar's waist. It sounds more heartbreaking.

Hazar felt a little relieved when Alin was no longer in his arms.

Hazar rubbed Alin's head in love. Let his wife cry.

*

Hazar left a kiss on Alin's forehead, before he got out of bed. Yes, now his wife was asleep, after crying as much as possible.

After changing into clothes Hazar went back downstairs. He was so hungry right now, he just remembered that he had missed his lunch and dinner.

“Goodnight, Mr.” Sapa Aunt Yona, greet Hazar in front of the stairs.

“Night, Aunt.”

“There can I help you with, Mister?” ask Aunt Yona, because Hazar looks like he's looking for someone.

“Is my wife having dinner?”

“Already, Sir. Fatma herself delivered Miss's dinner to the room.”

“Where is Aunt Fatma, now?”

“She's in the kitchen, sir. I'll call back for a minute,”

“Not necessary. Just prepare my dinner.” said Hazar, then stepped into his study.

“Good, Mr.” Auntie Yona turned to the kitchen.

Hazar's steps stopped when he found Karin in the living room.

“Goodnight, Mr.” Sapa Karin's.

“What's up?”

Karin replied, Hazar spoke again. “Come in,” Hazar invites Karin to enter his study.

Hazar sits on his desk chair, while Karin remains standing next to the desk.

“Begging someone to check the authenticity of the medical record, this. Do it secretly, lest anyone know, especially my wife. And find out also who sent this letter to me.” Hazar pulls out an envelope from his desk drawer, which is none other than Alin's medical record that he still keeps well.

Hazar is just worried right now. He could clearly see the suspicious behavior of Alin earlier.

Actually he could have asked Alin to explain the situation earlier, only that he did not want to make things worse. He better find out for himself what his wife is hiding.

“Good, Mr.” Karin grabbed the envelope and kept it in her lap.

“Tomorrow to send all gardening needs to Mama Diana's halfway house.”

“Good, Mr.”

“What do you need, come here?” Hazar just remembered, it wasn't him who asked his secretary to come home.

“All files and documents required for transfer of your shares to Miss Alin are complete, Sir. The Notary Team and the Legal Authority have also examined it. They just need Miss's signature, now.”

“Ask them to come here tomorrow afternoon.”

“Good, Mr.”

*

Having gotten used to eating with Alin without having to be accompanied by a waiter, Hazar asks Aunt Yona and the others to leave him alone in the dining room.

Of course that makes Angel even more arrogant. He only had the opportunity to look at Hazar when his master was eating. There is no other time than breakfast and dinner. But, since Alin's appearance, it's been very difficult to meet Hazar. The time to look at Hazar for a long time was no longer there since Alin appeared.

With a heavy heart, Angel followed Aunt Yona into the kitchen. When looking at the coffee cup on the kitchen table, Angel also found an idea for him to go back to the dining room, and meet with his beloved employer.

When Aunt Yona went to the back house, Angel began to brew a cup of coffee. With an unceasing smile unfolding, while a small humming Angel stirred up the black liquid. After feeling all perfect he sauntered into the dining room.

“Your copy, Mr.” Angel said as softly as possible. Put the coffee cup on the table.

Hazar frowned, looking at Angel. “I didn't ask for it.” Hazar said.

“You did not ask for coffee, sir. I just want to make it for, you.” Angel's lips were unceasingly widened.

Hazar was so careless to see Angel's face that he threw her out. “Go, and bring that coffee back.”

That instant also the smile on Angel's face disappeared, replaced with a look of disappointment.

Because Hazar had no taste for food, he stood up and was about to leave. But...

“Aduh... Sorry, Mister. Sorry..” Angel accidentally crashes into Hazar, until the coffee she holds spills over Hazar's arms and waist. Angel puts an empty coffee cup on the table.

Hazar clucked lazily, looking at the t-shirt he was wearing dirty splashed with coffee water. Actually the skin of his arms and waist feels sore, but it is the feeling of being arrogant that is more rampant now.

“Sorry, Sir. I was not accidentally!” exclamation Angel.

When Angel's hand is outstretched, she wants to touch Hazar. Hazar also violently brushed Angel's hand, not until there Hazar even pushed Angel's body away from him, until Angel's waist hit the side of the dining table.

Without a word, Hazar continued in his footsteps. Ignoring Angel who continued to complain of pain because of his encouragement earlier.

Angel grimaced at Hazar's departure who didn't care about him at all. He was trying to hold on as hard as possible.

“We'll see, Sir. Until when will you treat me like this.” Angel grinned as she looked at the door where Hazar had disappeared earlier.

***

Hazar couldn't fall asleep, because the burns from the coffee had not been treated properly. Until he felt the pain around his arms and waist. Because of his cockiness still left Hazar also rose up with a rough movement, until without realizing his movements had disrupted the sleep of Alin who was lying next to him.

Hazar turned on the lights, lifted up his ping-piece shirt, saw a scar splashed with hot water that left a trace of redness on his waist and arm.

“What's up?” alin asked, opening his eyes.

Hazar realized that he had slept with his wife. Hazar approached Alin. “Nothing. Sleep again.”

“Why, this?” Alin grabs Hazar's hand which looks flushed. Alin looked at Hazar's face waiting for an answer from her husband, because Hazar was just silent looking at his burns.

“Due to hot water, earlier.” replied Hazar. When he recalled the incident earlier his cockiness again rose. “Do I fire him from this house!” geram Hazar's.

Alin chuckled at Hazar's annoyed face. “Who wants Sister to fire?” Alin got out of bed, picked up the medicine box he had stored in a small cupboard under the television.

“It's done!” exclaims Alin, again close the burn medicine ointment.

“But.” Hazar lifted his shirt until he showed his reddened waist. “This too, obati.” he said.

Alin frowned, looking at Hazar. “How can Big Brother spill hot water all the way to the waist?”

“It wasn't me who spilled it, but Angel.” infuriated Hazar.

“Angel?” Alin looked confused.

“Already, treat my wounds, fast!” Hazar's face still looked upset.

Alin said he slightly bent over to apply the ointment to the wound on Hazar's waist. “It's just a hot water spill, why is Big Brother this sorry?” alin asked while treating Hazar's wounds. “What Brother was ever rejected by him?” Alin chuckles.

Alin immediately fell silent, suddenly Hazar straightened up and cupped his shoulders, making their positions face each other.

“Listen to me, all right! Before I met you, there was no such thing as a woman in my life. You're the first, you're my only woman! And you're the only woman who ever rejected me!” Hazar's eyes looked at Alin full of seriousness.

Alin was stunned, his whole body was crushed to hear Hazar's words just now. Her eyes and nose were covered with heat until Hazar's face seemed to be shadowing because her eyes were already glazed over.