Married to the Arogan Employer
Headache

That afternoon Gaston was like a toddler who was in the care of his mother. Dara asked him to sleep without moving much.

"You shut up, let me compress your head!" tukas Dara with a firm tone. I don't know what strength makes the woman to be brave to manage her husband's chat.

"What the hell, I'm fine. Don't be that!" gaston's argument is no less firm.

"Not what, what? It was a lump and it was blue. It's dangerous!" Dara still does not want to lose.

Feeling tired of arguing, Gaston finally resigned to the treatment of his wife. He stayed on the bed while playing the phone, while Dara was busy compressing Gaston's slightly bruised forehead.

After being silent for fifteen minutes, Gaston felt saturated. He was looking for a reason to avoid his wife.

"Udah stop! I'm hungry, I want to eat!" blow Gaston flat.

"Oh, are you hungry? Okay, you stay here, I'll bring food here." said Dara deftly.

"OMG," Gaston grumbled inwardly as he closed his eyes.

"Why is that his expression? Are you sick again? What's that sick? Do we need to go to the doctor? I'll call an ambulance..."

Dara's silly questions give Gaston a headache. The man ruffled his hair while clucking in annoyance.

"Please stop! Don't treat me like this! I'm not a kid!" Snap Gaston with a furious face.

The voice that was so deafening that Dara immediately tore her heart, tears were not able to hold her in the net. Dara cried sobbing isak like a virgin child who was angry with his father.

"Hush up ! Why are you giving me a headache with your strange treatment?" Gaston was still speaking at a high volume.

Dara was unable to answer her husband's question because her throat felt choked. His tongue was stiff, and his chest was tight most of the time he heard Gaston always scolding him.

It had been almost twenty minutes for Dara to cry, but she kept silent. Gaston did everything he could to keep his wife quiet, but Dara was still crying. Because of the way Gaston told him to be quiet, it was impressed to yell at and curse Dara.

"Duuuuh, please be quiet. What do I have to do to keep you quiet? My head feels like it's going to break see your behavior like this? Shut up, shut up. Can you? Quiet....!" once again Gaston called out a harsh sentence to Dara.

After feeling failed to use the rough way, with a heavy heart Gaston will persuade Dara in the same subtle way as when he used to persuade his former lover when sulking.

"Be quiet, I'm sorry if I've spoken rudely to you. Tell me, what do I do to make you shut up and forgive me?"

Dara's eyes instantly widened perfectly, her tears suddenly froze and stopped crying. Her body pecked as if her blood flow was blocked hearing the sweet words spoken by her husband. He was not dreaming and was afraid to believe what he had just heard. She was afraid to hallucinate because she cried for too long. To convince her heart, Dara asked a question.

"A_a_a_pa a_a_a_ku ti_ti_ not heard wrong?" dara asked with a broken break.

Gaston once again breathed a rough breath and shook his head to answer Dara's question. And that certainly makes Dara very happy, look at my eyes that originally stopped at the netra Dara, now shining like the sun in the morning to make his mouth gaping in disbelief.

In order to keep his pride from falling into his reputation as an arrogant man, Gaston immediately cleared his name.

"Don't worry, quickly answer my question before I pull back!"

Glek, Dara who was originally in a high catapult, is now thrown back to earth. Her face suddenly sour with a mouth that grinned at the statement of her husband.

"Still not answering? Okay, that means our current problem is already running out. I don't have to apologize or make an offer!" tukas Gaston once again in order to uphold his pride.

"Eh, wait, wait." Dara immediately snatched Gaston's words.

The man turned to her briefly, then turned his gaze away.

Dara did not want to lose the chance and she immediately said the contents of her head.

"I will forgive you, but on one condition." Dara's sentence was interrupted.

"Condition? What condition?" Gaston began to smell the headache on the condition that his wife would propose.

"Emmm, I would forgive you if.... " Dara is still cutting her sentence.

"If what? Quickly say, don't twist!" Gaston seemed impatiently waiting for an explanation from Dara.

"If every day I come with you to work in the office!"

Gaston pecked for a moment with his mouth and eyes wide open to hear the conditions asked by his wife.