An Overdose of Love
N2=My Missing Wife= Annoyed
I could only look in wonder at them. Flabbergasted to notice Mas Adit's rather nimble attitude. From the tip of the hair to the eyes of my feet I noticed the goal of his body.
"Sister Nola? It's really you're Nola's sister, right?" say Mas Adit to the woman.
"Yes it's me. Well, your memory is still fine, you still remember this upperclassman" praised the woman.
"How are you, brother!" ask Adit who's getting cocky.
"Thank God I'm good, Adit." He answered with a wide smile, showing off his dazzling teeth.
"If you?" tanyanya.
"Thank God I'm good too, brother."
A sickening meeting. I don't know why I feel so good, seeing a woman named Nola in front of us right now. Her face was pretty, but I didn't like the way she dressed that was too sexy and lacking in materials. His age looks a bit older than us, but the way to give it like a young child, with a polish is too menor once, let alone his lips too flashy redness like draining blood.
"Ooh, yes Brother. Recognize this my wife's name is Ana, "appoint me Adit.
Still trying to be friendly. It is not good to ignore people who want to get acquainted.
"Greetings Kak, my name is Ana" said I who was reaching out, trying to invite him to meet.
"Yes, greetings too. I'm Nola Adit's upperclassman" he answered welcoming my hand job.
It felt like he was pushing too hard when he welcomed my hand, and it hurt so much, that as fast as lightning I immediately took my hand off him.
My face only smiled faintly as his eyes continued to look at me. It seems she doesn't like me, but I want to say what else, all I can do is ignore her. This self can only be silent a thousand languages, without any conversation between us, and only the Aditlah mas who just now continues to babble at the woman.
Sitting quietly while looking at the cotton-white clouds. There was no other view than the clouds. The cold air of the air conditioner increasingly makes the hands embrace their own bodies.
Boredom began to come, because Mas Adit was indifferent to me, and he seemed very fun to enjoy chatting with his upperclassman. Even though I tried to close, so that I could sleep well, and not to hear anymore their chatter that I thought was very sickening, due to telling stories about their High School when they were geeky.
"Father strange woman, why is she sitting right next to us, too" I regretted pretending to be asleep.
The eyes were still reluctant to be closed, due to their increasingly noisy voices, which both laughed giggling.
"I am a widow, and just one year ago I was divorced" the woman explained.
"I'm sorry, brother. To my question that makes you feel a little sad now,"
Mas Adit who I think is getting better. I just want to answer the chat, but it's not good for other passengers to be afraid to disturb.
"No pa-pa, Adit! You ask because you don't know" the woman's response.
"Well, even if the widow's sister is still beautiful! Even if you want to get a replacement, it will most likely be easy to get it. There must be a lot of guys in line, right? mas Adit praised.
The more allowed the more gatel just this husband's speech. Gonna throw charm or get attention. If not a lot of people, there would be a lot of complaints.
"Ohuk .. uhukk .. ueeek. Uhukk .. uuuek," My pretenses are choking.
"Well, why you, baby?" tanyanya immediately responded to help me.
"I'm okay, Mom. Just a little bit of heat in my ear," my ear said.
"What the hell, anyway!" kebinggugan Mas Adit asked.
"Udah .. I'm not pa-pa. Forget what I said just now," I replied as I sipped some water in the bottle.
"But-?"
"Continue your conversation, I want to continue sleeping. Dizziness in my head," I told a lie, and averted the words caused by being a little upset.
"Why pa-pa, where's the pain? Here, let Mas help me scowl," Her worries.
That wide hand has already touched my head. It's convenient if he turns to this wife. Jealousy may be present, therefore as much as possible to find the sense so that the husband does not babble again his mouth with others.
It was seen that the Nola woman was enthusiastically staring intently cynically, when Mas Adit was so concerned about my situation.
"Ow .. duh, sick. That's really .. Bener mas, that one! The spit keeps on mas, my head feels like it's about to break. Pijit .. incandescent hold, Mas!" I said pretend to have a headache.
Eucalyptus oil continues to be smeared Mas Adit, on the edge of my head left and right. The Nola just pay attention, and it looks like he is turning his lips up, like a complete loss due to the loyalty of the Adit community to take care of me. I did all this acting, because let Adit stop talking to his upperclassman.
After feeling enough to help me massage my forehead, I finally fell asleep by hugging the arms of the Adit mas, and without realizing also beloved husband was following along also asleep leaning on my head.