Mr. Aran's the Idol Husband
Chapter 80

Waiting quietly, but his anxious feelings remained visible from the hardened jaw. Highlight his eyes empty, the eyeballs were as if they were going to destroy the door he was looking at.

His worry was too great for Airin. Now it could only wait boredly for the girl's consciousness. Several times clucked irritably with a lazy feeling.

Whether his patience was on the verge, his attitude had changed quite a bit since that incident. His face was no longer visible. The door leaf swung open. The doctor in his white clothes came out from inside with a face that was quite alarming.

Aran stood up, as if welcoming the footsteps of the man who had examined his wife. Their gazes clashed.

 Slowly the lips began to move. The doctor said something. "He had anaphylaxis, the possibility of blood pressure dropping dramatically." Obviously sure. " So lost consciousness, lucky to still be helped." Further.

His words are still explicable. Aran listened carefully. Thinking whether it was because of his actions, but remembering the floor that had been in his massage this morning was warm, while the untidy bed was cold. Aran began to suspect.

The doctor said that Airin will be aware within a few hours, after the input of the drug into the infusion fluid. Aran sitting on the sofa continued to stare at his girl with a sharp look in his eyes.

His legs were clinging to each other, a face tensed with panic on his forehead. Sip the aroma of disenfectants by force. "Did he prefer to sleep, or want to go to bed anyway." Aran sounded grumbling.

The sky was almost dark, the weather was quite cold, his hand grabbed the air conditioner then set the best temperature for the sake of his girl. It is quiet, but the house remains the most comfortable place.

"Do you intend to wake up." Aran lowered his voice. Doesn't sound soft but low. Airin marinated with foreign eyeballs. Remember the last one who greeted her when she was in the UKS room with a bed the size of a student body.

Airin turned his face, to the side. It was as if it was a rejection of the cruelty Aran said last night. 'What does he care.' His mouth was clenched to say. 'End in divorce, what should give a good impression.'   Remain calm by cursing behind his lips.

Aran did not accept the refusal to turn his face Airin. Holding the end of the chin gently but under pressure. "Are you punishing yourself." Aran asked to enter the eyes of Tirin who looked upset. "I'm glad you're not grown up yet." The words ended laughing for a moment.

"Mother can go home." The courage he got from biting his own lips, uttering a sentence as if he did not care about his current existence. "Thank you for caring, I appreciate it." It was a form of disappointment, but Aran heard it as if he wanted to laugh.

"Since I said Zaka's name, you sound louder. Is that how big you feel when you're with her." A difficult sentence to understand Airin made him just look at the confusion without the intention to ask. Aran responds wrongly, assuming Airin's silence is the obvious answer to Aran's question.

Disappointment, make the gaze that was sharp, turned soft, the grip of his hand began to hurt. Should he scream, his fear increased. Is the person who is with him right now truly human?

Oh that hurts Miss Airin too much.