Suddenly Chased by Satan
Not a Good Body
I came home with a full stomach. It's really nice to taste. Ridho ate nothing. Didawarin wants to eat whatever diem-diem bae. He said he wanted to go home.
"You go up first, I want to make an angel tea," said Ridho who opened his suit and mengisain shirt which he now rolls up to the elbow.
"I made it. I think you're really sick, Mas.." I said that squirming strangely on the look on Ridho's face. He occasionally wiped his sweaty temples.
"No, I made it myself. Just a little bit, really. I want to eat instant noodles. You are complicated to wear such a dress," said Ridho pointing at my dress with his chin.
"Yes, I changed my clothes first, but I'm guts again here," I said.
"Yes, that's it" said Ridho.
I whose age is not much different from Ridho, and the effect we emang started from temen to demen, mengejalani this household yes just relax. Not a spaneng, nudai this is not clear from the couple. Just an account whose dukunya cuek call aja, now more change the call. The effect is also ngremehin.
"I think tomorrow I'll check Ridho to the hospital, let it be clear what the pain is," said I who entered the room.
After removing makeup and changing clothes. Aky came down again, and there was a good smell of instant noodles.
"Well so?" me with mupeng lit face to kangmas bowl.
"Yes, would you? but didn't you eat rice?"
"What is the intention of nawarin?" i'm pouting.
"Well, if you want to, it's okay. I can do it again" said Ridho, who sipped his hot tea.
"Yes, I made it again. Because I was suddenly laper again." I said that shifted the bowl that was in front of Ridho, now the position became right in front of me.
Ridho resigned, uplek again in front of the stove to make noodle soup again. Emang Ridho if making noodles does not know it can be delicious. Though yes cooking noodles mah so-so, but strangely better if the kangmas that make.
I did not wait for Ridho, directly gaspil just eat. Spicy from eating chili pieces, I slide it into the refrigerator cold sniffles.
Oh my goodness, which favor do you lie about. Fresh taste immediately slid into the throat, very tasty original.
Ridho whose noodles finally so began to eat.
"Tomorrow we'll check, okay?" my spoken.
"You sick, honey?" Ridho looks at me worried.
"It's not me but you, Mas!" I said, the one with the tissue in his mouth. Lips feel dower.
"I? I'm not sick, why go to the hospital?"
"Pucet you, Mas. Ketapean, the work of spe malem-malem continues. You say the same Mr. Bagas, if the weekend end yet do not tell a strange napa. Not only does he need the welfare of the heart, but you too!" I said.
"Nggam can be like that. He is the boss, inevitably I have to do what he wants, Rimar is also busy taking care of others," said the husband.
"Fate to be an assistant?!" i'm blissful. Ridho so diem.
"I mean, fate as his assistant Mr. Bagas, do not know the time really tuh people. Hem," I'm not good. I was afraid that Ridho was offended by my words earlier.
At the moment I am working on the top. I also have more income. But even so, Ridho is a figure of responsibility. He took care of all the needs of the house and others.
Ridho continued eating again, his face relaxed. But that's exactly what made me cranky. Afraid that his face was relaxed, but actually he was discussing what I had accidentally said. Fix tonight I have to apologize, in a magical way.
Ridho brought a special small drink containing hot tea. He really doesn't feel well. He rarely carried a hot bottle to his room.
He went straight to the bathroom to wash his face and change his clothes. While I was just watching his movements from bed, while watching tivi.
"Tomorrow permission, don't go" I said after Ridho got into bed.
"Yes," he's just nyutin.
Just now with a pillow on his back, Ridho had opened the bottle he brought from the kitchen, and began to drink a little bit of hot tea.
I who was before the party Pak Karan, suddenly pity Ridho's face that is not as usual.
He capped the bottle and put it on the nightstand.
"Here I pecked his head," I said patting both thighs.
Ridho who may not have been because of his body, nurut aja. He put a pillow on both of my thighs and began to run in position so that his head could be incandescent.
"You've been too busy lately, ma'am." I said.
"You too, right..." Ridho brushed but his mouth could still spay
"Yes, we both need a vacation. Let's not spaneng ngadepin endless work like gini," I propose.
"Where are you?" asked Ridho in a hoarse voice, like he was liyer-liyer sleepy.
"Where, the important thing can come out first from the hustle and bustle of work, even during marriage we have never been on vacation together," I said.
There was no response from Ridho. Even people have molested with a big face.
"Basic *****?!!!" I shook my head writhing Ridho's new behavior nempel pillow aja directly molor.
I love the massage on his head, even though the person is already into the dream realm. I'm taking a phone to check the doctor's schedule tomorrow.
Oh yes, actually this house is said to be clean from the figure of a ghoib anyway not too. You see I like to squirm there are other residents in the quotes 'Etan' on the front page. But as long as it does not bother and his face does not make it to me anyway, I just woles. Consider it a passing advertisement or just a flying cloth.
After making a promise, I actually put the head of my mas bojoku, let him not nengkleng tongue.
And I turned off the lights, slept. But only then the lights were turned off, Ridho woke up.
"Emh," she shuffled out of bed.
"Where are you going?" my many.
"A toothbrush," Ridho walks to the bathroom. And not back again, and all her body wear blankets.
"It hurts my husband, really" I felt sorry for him. I hugged him from behind, and followed him to dreamland