IN-LAW
Is he this handsome

Varga walked to the sofa, sat down to lean her body. Fold your hands in front of your chest with your eyes closed.

Strange, if Aralia is really cheating, shouldn't the man call or just send a message. From day to night I haven't heard the phone ring. Inner Varga, opening her eyes turned towards Aralia.

"When I was so eagerly waiting for him." he muttered again shut his eyes and a dark night brought him to dreamland.

At two o'clock in the morning, Varga awoke from her sleep. Sitting while yawning raised both hands up.

How's withya? Inner Varga, wake up to Aralia who is still asleep. Varga touched Aralia's forehead, still warm but unlike eight hours ago.

Varga filled the water into the glass, pulled the dresser chair to the side of the bed and sat down.

"Ra, hey .. wake up for a drink first," lazy Aralia curled back into her blanket. Varga sighed pulling the blanket, raising Aralia's head slowly forcing his wife to open her eyes.

"Drink to recover quickly" said Varga, grabbing a glass on the nightstand and giving it to Aralia.

Aralia finished it and then went back to sleep.

Varga was still sitting there, slowly taking Aralia's hand put it on her palm that field. Varga smiled, "very small," he murmured, grasping the hand slowly.

Somehow Varga ended up falling asleep, Aralia's hand was still in her grasp while she fell asleep in a sitting position and leaned over to Aralia's bed.

Aralia opened her eyes, her sloping sleeping position and facing Varga made her a little surprised. " Did he sleep like this all night?" batin Aralia pulled her hand slowly from her husband's grasp.

Aralia took a breath, making her hands cushions watching Varga fall asleep with a plain look. The corner of Aralia's lips was attracted, "she tortures herself," he said, "but is she this handsome?" Aralia muttered to herself, looking at Varga's look from a short distance away.

Not knowing the courage from which Aralia took out one hand that she made a pillow, outstretched to touch Varga's face, but when her hand was approaching the man woke up with a swift Aralia pulled back and closed her eyes. Self-condemnation for almost doing silly actions.

Varga squirmed, gathering all his consciousness. Her ping was achy however, the man did not complain at all over what he was feeling at the moment. The main thing for him is the health of Aralia, a wife who until now has not been able to accept him.

Varga straightened her seat, reached out to check on Aralia.

"Thank God," he muttered, Aralia's body temperature had improved. Varga walked towards the balcony, flicking the curtains letting the sunlight through the glass into the room.

Varga stared into the courtyard, yawning wide in fact the drowsiness still pervading him.

The knock from outside the room made Varga even more conscious. Varga walked towards the door and opened it. Ele brought a glass of tea and a bowl of porridge in there.

"Porridge for Ara, how is it? Still feverish?" ele said, taking Aralia's phone on the nightstand gave it to Varga and put the tray containing breakfast there.

"I think it's better, but justin just take a break he doesn't need to go to college today." Varga said checking Aralia's phone made sure the man called or texted Aralia. But not at all. Varga smiled wryly, putting the phone on the dresser.

Ele checked Aralia's condition by touching her daughter-in-law's forehead and nodded after feeling that Aralia had improved.

"The grave is still hot, get up and give him breakfast" said Ele, leaving the place and Varga just nodded.

"Ga ..., not working?" Before Ele closed the door she asked.

"ma work. There are similar client meetings that have been scheduled far away days. Maybe take a break eating cyan Varga home." Varga Sahut.

" Yes, take a shower and get off breakfast" said Ele closing the door.

Varga steps towards the bathroom, waiting for Aralia to wake up she thinks of taking a bath first.

Hearing the bathroom door open and then closed again, Aralia opened her eyes to realize how stupid she was right now. Aralia got up and sat leaning towards the bathroom door and turned to breakfast on the nightstand.

Aralia felt that something was wrong with her, and how evil she had been all along. Pretend to this family. A family that has given him love and attention that he has not been sure to get from others.

Although no word of love has been spoken directly from Varga's mouth but the actions he has done have exceeded that. Ele and Mr. Roland was, too, his daughter-in-law was treated very well.

A sense of tightness burst into his chest, he wanted to let go but forgot his way.

Forgetting to bring clothes to the bathroom and thinking Aralia is still sleeping. Varga got out of there using only a towel wrapped around her body, showing her midwife's moist chest and thick black hair combed back to back making her look sexy.

Aralia was silent, swallowing her saliva silently clucking in admiration before her consciousness turned hysterical.

"Belg ...." Jerit Aralia, glaring right into Varga's checkered belly.

"Eeeh ..sorry, Ra." Varga went back to the bathroom, closed the door.

Aralia stroked her chest, "Ra, you forgot your clothes, can you please take them? White shirt, black pants are the same .. mmm panties one" Varga said from inside there and played down the sound at the end.

Aralia clucked lazily looking at the big closet owned by her husband, "don't want to, take it alone." he said with a hoarse voice typical of the sick." Just come in." Sahut again.

Going in all of you instead of me bothering, anyways know where it all is. Aralia's mind inched into the blanket and closed itself.

Varga rushes to get everything she needs in the closet, then goes back to the bathroom. Dress there and come out after it's neat.

Aralia heard the bathroom door open, she lowered her blanket looking at Varga who was tidying her hair.

"How did he feel?" asked Varga, now his hand moves to put a tie in front of the mirror.

"Still dizzy ...." Varga.

"Don't go to college, take a break at home. Lunch time I'm back, if it's still dizzy we go to the doctor, yeah." Aralia nodded.

Varga sits on a dresser chair, picks up a tray with breakfast." would you like a bribe or eat by yourself?" Aralia glanced at the food in Varga's hands, lazy and not feeling bitter.

"Not yet to eat. Ara will eat." he muttered slowly.

"Sick people do not have appetite, Ara ..., must be forced if not more severe tar. Ac ...." Varga scoops the porridge and feeds Aralia. Although Aralia tried to refuse Varga still thrust her spoon.

"Drink," asked Aralia and immediately Varga to give him a sweet tea that was still warm.

Aralia drank it, and put back the remaining glass.

"Let Ara be my sister, you'll be late." Varga smiled, a glimpse of his past flashed through his memory. Rena is currently sick just like Aralia, fussy and spoiled. He remembered his late wife's fever when he asked for it in his cradle all day and forced Varga to take a day off for it. Sweet memories for him dear if he could do that when Rena was in pain at the end of his time first. Not feeling bulir in both corners of the man's eyes almost fell making Aralia a little confused. I think he's the cause.

"Nr ...." Aralia flicked her fingers in front of Varga, waking the man from his daydream.

"Eh ..., why Ra?" Varga snapped the grain there and stopped him from falling.

"Ih .., think what the hell, even daydreaming must be another sister thinking of another woman."

"What do you want if you think you are?" Varga smiled, putting away the bangs that covered Aralia's face.

"No!"

"Make no fuss if you think of anyone else." Aralia glared, taking the tray from Varga's hand.

"Here, let me think freely of others." Ketus Aralia's.

"Well that's dong." said Varga did not want to lose. Smiling up from his seat. He had managed to bring out the tiger that was inside Aralia.

Menyebalkan, kenapa juga aku harus bilang itu. Kesannya aku peduli sama dia. batin Aralia, menyendok makanannya ke mulut.

"Yes, big brother yes. Don't take a shower and one more break." Varga's message, reaching for his postel on the table and checking the work schedule that Lisa had sent her secretary through the message.

Seeing Varga play his phone, Aralia realizes that from yesterday he has not told Reven.

"Reven ..., must be worried." muttered Aralia putting a tray on the nightstand and asked.

"Where's Ara's cell phone?" ask Aralia before Varga comes out.

Varga walked up to the dresser and picked up the phone that was there. Varga raised the object high between his fingers.

"I'll hold it until you heal" said Varga, Aralia looking panicked.

That can't be, what if Reven calls her. "How about Ara get bored." Aralia sulks.

"Come down and watch tv."

"It's boring, I'd like to call my friends." Aralia.

"Cayrol and the others know that if you're sick, they won't bother you."

Ah ... stone.

"Silver .. ummm Ara dizziness can increase later if you feel bored. Please ...." Aralia sulked in a spoiled tone, a behavior that Varga had never seen making the man pull the corner of his lips. But he kept holding that thing with him.

Jeez she was so sweet.His mind, Varga felt her heartbeat start to churn. Varga approaches Aralia. The girl shone out her hand. Hope his phone is back.

Cup

"Did?"

"Rest if your phone is going to come back quickly." Varga's word after landing a kiss on Aralia's forehead then smiling glaringly from there managed to upset Aralia and threw a cynical look at her who had disappeared behind the door.