I'm Not a Choice.
Sweet attitude Icha.

As Amanda advised, Riyadh continued to do what her best friend said, of course! With Icha's permission, the man never crossed the line even though sometimes he almost got carried away. But so far his sanity has worked well.

Her determination to cure Icha was far greater than her desire to get her right as a husband, although it was not uncommon for her to have frequent headaches. He's still a normal guy, waking up every morning in the same bed as Icha, what a torture for him. Moreover, the appearance of the wife in the morning, looks very tempting faith.

"Why?" Icha asked, the woman had just opened her eyes and found Riyadh still lying down, the man's eyes closed but his hands kept moving against the base of his nose.

Hearing the wife's voice, Riyadh looked up and found her sitting next to him. It seems natural to be worried, but he did nothing. Just shut up and look at what her husband is doing.

"No papa baby, just a headache." Riyadh replied, without opening both eyes.

" What should Icha do?" Icha asked, she really felt sorry for her husband, but she really didn't know what to do." How about taking my medicine." Say Icha again offers a drug that he often takes first if the headache.

Make Riyadh surrender! It was useless to expect his wife to do something to him. " No need darling, I can still hold it! I'm sure after a cold shower I'll feel better." The man then got out of their bed and stepped inside the bathroom, leaving Icha who could only stare at the bewildered back of her husband, who had disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Icha used to feel a headache but the pain would not go away even if she took a cold shower. Maybe her husband was lying to keep her from worrying.

Icha continued to think hard, but he did not find any answers, until finally he decided to call the brother and ask the brother, he said, who knows, Rista has a recommendation of a drug that is safe and can treat headaches Riyadh.

Rista only gave advice to buy cost headache medicine for Riyadh. Rista thinks Riyadh is just a regular headache because of his work.

Icha also nodded in understanding even though the brother could not see it from across there. After ending the call with her sister, Icha immediately rushed to wash her face and brush her teeth in the bathroom, which was in the guest room, then took the cardigan and wallet. After that he stepped out of the house to buy medicine at the pharmacy and breakfast for the two of them without waiting for Riyadh to finish with his ritual in the bathroom.

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Riyadh who just came out of the bathroom with a fresher face did not find Icha in their room, the man thought his wife was cooking in the kitchen so he decided to change clothes and would catch up with Icha to help him.

It did not take long, now that Riyadh has finished changing clothes, the man then followed Icha in the kitchen. But unfortunately he didn't find Icha there. " Dear, baby" Call Riyadh, the man started to go around his house looking for Icha, but he never found his wife." Honey where are you." Riyadh asked himself, stepping back into the room to contact Icha and, as usual, his wife forgot to bring her cell phone.

Making Riyadh start to panic on his own, the man walked towards the car garage to check the motor Icha used to use if he was going to the supermarket nearby and sure enough, the motorbike did not exist.

While she was riled up and pacing around like an Icha iron came, the woman brought some plastic parcels, which she hung on her motorcycle.

"Remain here." Ask Icha. Make Riyadh take a deep breath! Really with this wife he has so much stock of patience, emotions that are always overflowing, whether lost anywhere since being with this woman.

" Dear, where should I ask you? you know, I'm worried about you." Said Riyadh while slowly pulling Icha's hand and hugging her. " If you want to go, tell me first, let me not worry! Keep your phone also brought." He continued, while rubbing the head of Icha so unfortunately.

" Dear you heard me not." Riyadh reduced his embrace and then restrained Icha's cheeks, causing her to stare at him.

" Hmm." Icha muttered while nodding her head. " I'm sorry! I do not mean to make you worry, I did not have time to permit, because want to quickly buy headache and porridge medicine for our breakfast. Nih." Icha said as soon as Riyadh released him.

" Yes, not papa! But don't repeat it." Icha also just say yes, whether true or not, let time prove it.

" Oh yes, we take yuk, continue to take medicine so that the headache quickly goes away." Icha said, unknowingly the woman pulled on Riyadh's wrist to enter the house. " Wait here let me prepare breakfast. " Next told Riyadh to sit in the dining room, while he went into the kitchen to move the chicken porridge into the bowl, not forgetting to take water and a spoon after that he brought the porridge to Riyadh.

" Why not cook, yank." Asked Riyadh, the man seemed reluctant to enjoy the porridge, because to be honest he did not like roadside food. During this time if they order food, he always orders food from expensive restaurants that are guaranteed cleanliness. According to Riyadh.

" You're gonna have to take your medicine fast, if you wait for me to cook for a long time." Answer Icha. " Yes already eaten, do not look at it, where the food is clean how dare I guarantee, delicious." Connect Icha again.

" Yes," Only yes but Riyadh did not eat it.

" Cobain it up." Icha scooped a little porridge from Riyadh's plate, then thrust it on her husband's lips. " Let's open his mouth." Out of nowhere, Riyadh just complies, when Icha bribes him. There was a feeling of happiness and disbelief in the treatment he got today. Can he believe that his wife is healed. " How good, good." Ask Icha again.

" Yes, delicious! Thank you, dear."

" All together. Continue eating again." Icha said, giving the spoon she used to feed Riyadh to her husband.

After that, they both ate in silence. Sometimes Riyadh will glance at Icha with a smile, for his wife's sweet treatment today.