Prisoner's Wife Raka
24. Because of grilled squid

Because of the night sky, the streets look dark with dim light. Only is the suata Raka motor and wind gusts. Dinara clung to the waist of the man in front of her. The air felt cold to the bone.

On the way home, Raka saw a booth by the road. Plastered writing grilled squid. Raka put the bike down. "Ra, want a grilled squid?" tawar Raka's.

Dinara turned his head, looking for the existence of the store. It has been a long time, Dinara did not eat squid, last time while still sd. "Byeah" replied Dinara.

Then, Raka pulled over her bike and stopped in front of the booth.

There was a bit of smoke billowing as the seller burned the squid. Raka and Dinara waited near the motor, not too far from the booth. Raka let Dinara stay on the bike, while he stood on the side.

Raka glanced, Dinara looks uncomfortable with the smoke coming towards them. Without making a sound, Raka covered Dinara's nose with her palm making Dinara a little surprised. "If you can breathe, right?" ask Raka, make sure.

Dinara nodded slowly, letting Raka's hand be there.

"Your hands smell strange. Abis hold what?" dinara asked, who had just regained consciousness and then kept Raka's hand away from her.

Raka exhaled a furious breath. "Abis scratched his ass," answered Raka, carelessly.

Dinara sontak widen the eyes, glaring at Raka. Raka let out a heavy breath. "Gue's not that bad," he continued. "The other is your own bad breath."

With his innocence, Dinara checked his bad breath to make Raka hold back a laugh. "It's not clear my wife!" he said, by ruffling Dinara's hair.

Dinara was upset.

.....

Arriving at home, Dinara immediately went to the bathroom to wash his feet and hands. Then, he went to the kitchen to move the grilled squid to the plate. "Sister, where are you going to eat?" dinara asked, with a little yelling because Raka was in the bathroom.

"In the living room, Ra. I want to watch the ball," answered Raka, also shouting.

Dinara's hair was pigtailed in origin, making her look messy. He sat on the sofa while putting a grilled squid-sided plate on the table, then grabbed the television remote and turned it on.

Not too late, still at 9. The squid on the brownish plate looks quite big and the bike is delicious. Dinara actually does not really like seafood, except shrimp. However, he had always wanted to feel the water beast.

Dinara put a piece of squid that had been cut by him first. There is a blend of sweet soy sauce and spicy sauce. Dinara did not understand because he did not eat it often. The meat is tender making it easier to chew. "Anak, Ra?" Raka's voice rang out from behind, then sat down beside Dinara and took out a piece using a hand.

Raka's forehead shriveled, the salty taste in her tongue slightly disturbing. "Wasin' not, anyway?" he asked, looking at Dinara whose bicycle was not at all disturbed.

"Enak tau, salty," replied Dinara.

"Less sprained. More sweet." Raka commented on the food quite a lot.

Karana said Raka did not like the taste too much, Dinara who had to spend. Apparently, Raka ate only one-sixth, the rest went into Dinara's stomach.

After spending up to the last point, Dinara gulped down a glass of water. He did not sleep immediately, but joined watching television with Raka, although he did not understand football. In just seven minutes, Dinara began to yawn and decided to leave the room.

Turn off the lights, then pull the blanket to cover his body to dispel the cold air. Dinara started to close her eyes.

Sultry. Dinara removed the thick blanket from her. For some reason, his body suddenly felt very itchy and the heat made him uncomfortable, then woke up.

Dinara sat his body, his face agitated. Immediately, he saw the skin of his hand which turned out to be a ruma there. Dinara got out of bed, then checked the mattress. It is possible, there are insects such as caterpillars or ants. But it turns out the place is clean.

Dinara sat on the edge of the mattress, picking up his little glass that was on the nightstand. Apparently, red spots not only have his hands, his face is also bent-bolt, even colored like a boiled crab. Dinara wants to cry.

Already at 11 pm, Raka had not entered the room and still heard the sound of television.

Dinara decided to leave the room.

Just then, Raka's bicycle heard the door scream and made her turn her head. Netra they met each other, Raka saw a frown on Dinara's face.

Raka thought his wife was going to go to the bathroom, but Dinara stopped in the kitchen and pulled out the medicine box.

"Itchy medicine" Dinara replied, without turning around.

At first, Raka is unaware, but when she sees Dinara's reddish neck, Raka instantly makes Dinara turn around. Raka instantly observed every corner of Dinara's body.

Raka touched Dinara's reddened face. "Why?" he asked, worried.

"Heat, Brother. Gatel," lamented Dinara, scratching the skin of his hand restlessly. He was already as excited as it was indeed very itchy, let alone hot.

"Lo's got allergies?" Raka recalled, the last time Dinara ate squid earlier.

Dinara just shook his head.

Seeing Dinara who kept scratching him in annoyance, Raka immediately stopped him. "We're going to the hospital now" he said. "Wait on! I'll get your jacket first." Then, Raka ran into the room and returned with a jacket in her hand, then she put it on Dinara's body.

Raka leads the wife to take her to the hospital and conduct an examination.

Along the way, Dinara only cried while occasionally scratching. Very disturbing. Fortunately, by driving like that, make the skin exposed to the wind so it is not too hot.

Raka is certainly very worried, having to go to the hospital when people are asleep. He could not calm down, while standing at the door waiting for his wife to be examined.

After six minutes of waiting, a female doctor came out of the ER room. "There's nothing to worry about, I've already given a cure for his allergy" he said.

Raka's forehead shriveled. "Allergy?"

"Don't know, huh?" Raka shook her head answering the doctor's question. "Your wife has allergies. Last time, he said he ate a squid, then your wife had a squid allergy. And the symptoms shown, are also signs of an allergy," explained the doctor.

"So, for the next one, my message should be careful. Should not consume squid containing, even if only a little, yes," he said, while commenting on a smile.

"Okay, doctor," answered Raka.

"For now, it should be treated first until the rash and fever are gone" the doctor said.

"Good." Then, the doctor breezed away leaving Raka.

Raka went into the room. Seeing his wife lying weakly there, made him heartless. Moreover, to buy grilled squid was his idea.

Seeing Raka's arrival, Dinara threw a faint smile. His face was not as bright as before. Although still itchy, but slowly a little lost. The reddish spots on his body also faded.

Raka's burly hand landed on Dinara's head, stroking the face gently. "Sorry, because of me" said Raka.

"Appaan, anyway. Kan, I also eat," replied Dinara. "We don't know, brother."

"You need to be treated first, Ra. At most until tomorrow, wait for your fever to go down first." Jemari Raka still faithfully stroked his wife's cheeks. "I also told you that Mother," he continued.

"Mother?"

Raka nodded. "I said you have to be treated first, and I told you to come here tomorrow morning."

"So far, she said, you do have a squid allergy to octopus, when you're fifth grade."

Dinara tried to remember it, but he forgot. "I haven't eaten a squid like an octopus, last time sd, anyway," he said.

Raka exhaled, stroking Dinara's head. "I pay first, okay? So you can be moved to the ward," said Raka.

"Yes, Brother." Then, Raka sauntered from there.

Dinara looked at her husband's departure until his back disappeared behind the door. She felt like she had recently felt Raka's attention.