An Overdose of Love
N2=My Missing Wife>>Visiting The One That Still Sick
Ceklek, I opened the door.
Apparently Ana had fallen asleep, and I did not have the heart to wake her up, so I just sat in the bed where she was treated. Netra had been staring fixedly at Ana's face that looked still pale.
"Hhhhh, what a struggle you have for loving me, Ana! It doesn't feel right that I always hurt you, too much that you fight. Without your love surely my life would not be as happy as it is today, I'm sorry Ana," a heart murmur that continues to hold tightly to her hand.
"Mas Adit," he called slowly.
"Yes, honey. What's up?"
"You been here a long time?" his awake tananya, who began to try to lean the body.
"Just arrived, really."
"Why not wake up Ana, if Mas is here?" soft talk.
"It's not good with you, who looks really good sleeping. How are you doing now?" my many.
"Alhamdulillah good Mas, although the stomach still a little bit sore," he replied while shrinking the face.
"You do not need to be too good to move first, rest a lot, let the body fit and fit again quickly," my advice.
"Yes, Mum."
"Ooh yeah, mom's home. He said Aliya was crying all the time, so she had to go home first" he said.
"No pa-pa, as long as you're okay no one accompanies you."
"I'm good with all this, even if no one is looking after me, there will be a nurse when there is an urgent need."
"good. If not, I'll have a maid aunt come here to help you take care."
"Yes. They look so lethargic! What was? Is the company's problem in chaos again?" tanyanya's worried.
"No, Ana. I just feel a little bad, as a result of hearing the words of the man who pushed you yesterday, that Nola's sister was the culprit," I explained.
"Well .. what I said. It's true that brother Nola did it. Yes, his eyes have been blind, as a result of being tempted to see his kebahenolan," he said.
I just scrunched my face, because he seemed to accuse me, and I also did not want to just sit still, who turned around to want to prank him.
"Yes anyway, Mas is quite interested in the same as a cloven kak kak Nola, 'fine dear can sodaap later in the mattress," I explained pretending to be perverted.
"Ciiieh, basic human eyes basket. If you want, marry sono noh, the same widow bahenol it," Anas voice angry nyolotnya.
"What?."
"Don't glare at the surprised eyes so, ahh."
"The end of Gatel. Basic perverted creatures, bini just not take care of, want to add again 'is it? The head may be m
Mas Adit later floated, due to the beheading of your baby," after Ana was angry.
"Hahahaha, that's a psychopath. You have to find a good, beautiful, beautiful, and certainly not as chatty as you," my god again.
"Basic, what's a chatty wife? I talk a lot about this because of Mas Adit too. I'll shut up, if Mas ngak much action and behavior tease girls," he growled again.
"Isn't he?" I just can't believe it.
"You know honey?."
"Know, why?."
"The honey is indeed sweet at the beginning of the taste, but if you have a lot of drinking will taste bad like hot, and if most drink it can make a little unwell. Such is the case with polygamous honey, delicious at first, over time you yourself will be dizzy, and will cause illness in yourself, because you can not carry out the obligation to guide your wife well," inexplicably.
"Isn't honey the apostle?."
"Indeed Mas, but the Prophet married not out of lust, he was able to carry out his duties as a husband."
"Mas can too." Increased bragging.
"Have you forgotten what you said? Are you looking for a nice, beautiful, cool, and unrelenting woman? If that's not lust, what is it? That's the name of choosing a partner lustfully, not sought after kesholeannya," he replied smartly.
"Hihiii, you are indeed good at reversing facts" I said.
"Not smart, Mom. It was just my experience that many of his friends were victims. Most have wives, but the wives quarrel with each other, and eventually split and there is hostility" he said.
"It's also what you said, baby. Take it easy, Mas was just kidding, which is impossible to betray your sincere love for Mas," I explained while kissing his hand.
"But joking Mas earlier, for me quite a bit late. Remember you! Every speech is usually a prayer."
"Yes .. Yes, I'm sorry, okay!."
"Heem, okay!."
Women who argue with men can beat them. But really what Ana said, joking me was too late, and could lead to anger and jealousy, but fortunately Ana could understand it all.