The Wife Pay
Does Mom Hate me?
After dinner, Gala asks her Papi to accompany her to sleep. His bed was only small, which only fit two people.
While Alana chose to sit on the sofa of the television room, she read a book. However, his focus was precisely on the door of his mother's room that was tightly closed. The woman even to the point of not eating dinner, it was enough to make Alana anxious. When Alana called, she just said she wanted to rest her head dizzy. Alana offered medicine or to the doctor, she also refused. Actually, his mother, if she is sick, often like that, locks herself in the room. The thing that Alana feared if it could affect the mental Mother, considering the Mother had been depressed. However, Alana hoped this time if that would not happen.
Sighing her breath Alana chose to move to her son's room. She saw her husband and son sleeping together. Dave still holds a fairy tale book in his hand.
Alana smiled looking at him, her hand moved to grab a blanket to envelop her son. She then covers her husband's body. Slowly, she took the book in her husband's hands. However, she was suddenly surprised when her hand was pulled by Dave, making her fall on the body of her husband.
“Dave?” her hiss when both of her husband's eyes were open. Then both of his hands quickly hugged her. “Deave off,” pinta Alana half whispered.
Instead of letting go, the man rolled his wife's body to the side and hugged her, with both hands wrapped around her stomach. “Sleep. Why are you such a hobby once staying up.”
Alana tried to let go of her husband's hand. “I'll sleep Dave. But not here, it's narrow. The bed is small, let me out. Later Gala woke up.”
Dave just drowned his head in the niche of his wife's neck. “I miss, Alana.”
Alana reviewed the smile on her lips, she knew what her husband was feeling. “I know, Dave. But I don't think it's the right time.”
Slowly Dave's embrace unravels. Alana immediately moved from her place. “Sleep Dave. You have to work tomorrow.”
Out of the room, he saw his wife still sitting on the sofa reading a book. He smiled when he felt that his wife's hobbies had not changed at all. He approached his wife, without expecting her to lay his head in Alana's lap.
“Why not sleep, Dave?” tanya Alana closed the book. Her hands rubbed her husband's hair.
Dave looked at the door next to his son's room. “Honey, Mom still doesn't want to go out?” ask Dave.
“Not yet. Might have slept.”
“I came intending to talk to him. But, he didn't seem to want to see me. Why yes? She must hate me huh?” dave said grabbing his wife's hand to bring her to his lips and then kissed her softly.
“No! Mom is good. Maybe he was dizzy. Because half a day ago, he was looking for the Gala you stole" Alana said.
“I didn't steal it. He came alone to my hotel building project,” argued Dave moved his wife's hand to keep rubbing her head. “I even offered help to get you to Mom's place, baby. But Gala refused, yes maybe that was the way if she had to know who the Papi was. If not, you will still hide him from me!”
Alana stopped the movement of her hand, feeling a sense of annoyance on the husband's face. “I don't mean to, Dave. I just need some time. You know all night I thought about it. But the next morning I was sick. I think after my condition improves I intend to bring the two of you together directly. But, that happened outside my plan.”
“Why not tell since the beginning we met?”