An Overdose of Love
N2=My Missing Wife>>Honeymoon Home
Dert ... dert .. kling, the voice of the device has sounded in the morning.
"Hhhh, who's calling in the morning?" I nodded when I heard the phone ring.
Immediately I got up to pick up the device, and it turns out the screen has been listed name in-laws. And as soon as the clothes that came off last night, I'll wear them.
Click, I press the green button, to lift it immediately.
[Assalamualaikum, ma. What's up?]
[Guardner, Ana. There is nothing, dear.]
Cuuup, suddenly from behind Mas Adit has hugged and kissed the cheek, with his head already propped against my shoulder.
[You can go home soon? Because Aliya's body is very hot, so she's fussing constantly may have missed you, Ana]
[What, ma?]
Mas Adit immediately grabbed the device I was holding, and tried to converse with the in-laws, maybe already worried due to the in-laws describing something bad.
[Don't panic, Adit! Aliya had only a slight fever and had been hospitalized, but she was fussy that she might have missed her mother]
[We'll be home today]
Mas Adit has been so steady to answer, in order to eliminate the anxiety of his mother.
[Alright, then. But you do not need to rush and panic, because Aliya fever can still be overcome, only she often cries not secretly]
[Yes, ma. We will return to Indonesia today]
[Alright, you guys be careful on the way later]
[Good, ma]
Finally after we cleaned ourselves for a big bath, all the items and clothes, we had arranged neatly to immediately get into the suitcase. And not wasting any more time, we immediately went to the airport, where tickets have been booked Adit first.
Almost five hours later, we were on our way from Singapore to Indonesia, and we finally arrived home safely. Feet in haste want to go straight into the house, because the feeling of the heart has been hit by a very anxious worry, over the condition of a feverish child.
"Assalamualaikum," our greetings compact.
"Halaikumsalam," replied someone in the house.
Ceklek, the door of the house-in-law has opened.
His back hand I kissed immediately, accompanied immediately to take Aliya, who was being carried in-laws.
"Where's your trip, there's no obstacle, right?" asked my father-in-law, who had welcomed us.
"Thank God, just go easy, Pa!" answer mas Adit.
"Thank God you're okay" the in-laws chimed in.
We finally made our way to the living room, where I was still busy carrying Aliya, and I kept my cheeks unceasingly, because the longing was so stifling.
"The body's not too hot, Ma!"
The hand has touched the child's forehead.
"Yes, Ana. He was no longer hot, because my mother had given the medicine given by the doctor.
"Thank God then."
"The mother was so upset when Aliya was crying, and did not know what she wanted" said Mama looks depressed.
"Maybe he misses you" said the mother.
"Maybe it is, Ma!" answer mas Adit.
Time and again Adit kissed Aliya on the forehead, with his hands busy gently rubbing his head. I also did not waste any time to accompany and take care of Aliya. For me all the time means more when the child is sick, and my presence to care for him may mean a lot to him.
"Is he asleep?" asked Mas Adit when I put Aliya to bed in her bed.
"Already, Mom!" I answered while shaking the baby basket.
"Where is he?" tanyanya.
"Yes already, Mas will go to the office first, because it has been a few days not working. Fear Rudi will be overwhelmed to take care of all the work," he said he wanted to leave.
"Well, I'll help you get your clothes and supplies ready for the office."
"Come on!" bring him.
We just went to Mas Adit's room, and left Aliya alone, because the departure of Mas Adit for work is more important now.
Not long to prepare the needs of the husband. Now he has taken her to leave for the office.
"Jaga Aliya is fine, Mas will leave now," he said, who had offered a hand to kiss.
"Good, baby!" reply spoiled.
"Darling? Tumben you say that? Not usually, you know!" Mas Adit was starting to feel weird about my attitude.
"Yes, let my beloved husband have his work spirit" I replied, tidying up his loose-looking tie.
"The words are not enough. This ... here! Which can make Mas work more vigorously," he said who had pointed at the cheek.
"She, she wants!" my word doesn't like.
"Come ... sneak! Later I'll go out late, you know," he told me to keep pointing at the cheek.
"Yes .. yes. Cuuup," I'll put a kiss on his left and right cheek.
"Thank you, baby."
"Heem."
Not long after the departure of Mas Adit, now my step towards Aliya's room again, to accompany her to sleep. I do not know how long I closed, because sleep feels very good, because the body feels tired and sore.
The clock looks to have shown the time of 10.30, and this is definitely the time for mas Adit to have lunch. And without thinking much more, step straight into the kitchen, to see what the lunch menu will be.
"What a cook Bik, Ma!" ask them both, because it looks very busy in the kitchen.
"eeh ... Ana, Mama Sama Biibi again cook rendang, spicy mushroom sauce, fried tempeh, same eggs spiced balado."
"Is that a lot, Ma?" my many.
"Why indeed?" ask her.
"No, Ma! If Mama cooks a lot, I want to send it to Mas Adit. Because this morning he had not had breakfast, because we quickly wanted to go home to Indonesia, so Ana's plan now to send food," I explained.
"Ooh, not pa-pa, Ana. Please! Mama same aunt cook a lot!"
He was friendly and always welcoming.
"Thank you, Ma."
"Yes, baby."
Now I'm ready with jeans, the top of which is already wearing a half-elbow sleeve, which is red. Food supplies have been arranged neatly, and now have boarded a car delivered by the driver employee-in-law.
It didn't take long for myself to get to the Adit mas office . Many times I have long breaths, because it has long not set in the office that bears silent witness to the memory of my meeting with my husband, after six years of separation.
Everyone has bowed their heads, perhaps with the intention of greeting myself as the wife of the CEO in this company. It felt shame too, those whom I once knew to be friends, had now greeted me politely.
Ceklek, the door of Mas Adit's room I opened without knocking.
"This is what I brought?" My voice restrained as I entered his room.
I was also surprised by the widow Nola, who had been horrified to sit casually in Mas Adit's room, with Rudi the secretary.
"Geez, why else would that widow? How did you get here? Is he following us? So he's also in Indonesia?" my mutants in my heart, who were trying to step foot on foot wanted to approach them.
"Yes Adit, we continue our meeting later, because you seem to have an important guest," said the widow who looked at me cynically.
He immediately got up from his seat, and now walked towards me. And suddenly for some reason when he walked out, it had accidentally hit my shoulder, like a man in a grudge. And out of shock, even this little self stepped backwards a little.
"Astagfirullah," I said in a shocked heart, with the eyes of the Nola already looking at me sharp as it did not like.
I was so worried about what he was doing to me right now, because it felt like smelling odors there would be a danger to us.