The Wife Pay
Protective Coat

“Do I need to order new clothes for you, Alana?” ask Dave.

“No need Dave. Later this will also dry,” sahutannya slowly. His eyes were staring at his cell phone which he had placed on the table.

The waiter came to deliver Dave's herbal tea. The man grabbed it and gave it to Alana. “Minute tea. After that we go home.”

Alana immediately looked up at his face, sliding her body slightly towards Dave. To make Dave can see clearly Alana's clothes that look contrasting shows the contents inside, because the white clothes are wet.

“But Dave I...”.

Alana did not continue her words, when suddenly she was again surprised by the behavior of Dave who took off his coat, then wrapped it in his body.

“Dave?” exclaim Alana confused.

“Wear my suit Alana. That...” Dave seemed nervous to tell the real reason.

“What's Dave?” alana is confused.

“Your clothes are wet, until it looks contrast inside. Sorry,” great-grandson Dave with a flushed face. Alana turned her face shy, while scraping her husband's suit. Maybe he was careless not to bring a jacket during an emergency like this.

“So what do you want to say?” dave asked dilute the mood. He knew after his speech Alana would feel awkward.

“It...” Alana did not continue her words, when she saw her phone vibrate. He frowned when he saw Silvi's name on the screen.

“Hallo?”

“Hallo Al's. I'm sorry I can't see you now. My bike broke down in the middle of the road, not to mention the rain was so heavy. You know at crossroads it floods too. I'm sorry Al,” Silvi said across the street.

“Ya it's okay. What matters is that you're okay. We can meet next time,” Alana said calmly.

Silvi continued to apologize, until the phone connection was cut off. Alana sighed in her heart, the intention to meet her best friend failed, and as a result she helped her husband.

“Who's Alana?” ask Dave.

“My friend,” replied Alana briefly.

Dave nodded slowly. “Drink Alana's tea. Then we go home."

“I understand Alana. You're gonna ask me about that problem. So let's go home and talk at home.” Dave grabs Alana's hand, leading her out of the restaurant.

“I brought Dave's motor. How about my motor?” alana asked as she was driven into a car.

“Small solution. Just give Zain the keys. Someone will bring him home. Or Zain himself will take her.”

“But..”.

“Ayo Alana,” urge Dave.

Sighing her breath, Alana opened her bag and handed Zain the keys. Again the atmosphere in one car with Dave happened again, and Zain became the most repotted person had to bring his boss's wife's motorcycle home.

Alana was sitting in the back. However, again Dave prevented him and asked him to sit on the side of the steering chair. After that Dave turned his body to sit in the steering chair. The car drove smoothly leaving the five-star restaurant area.

Along the way only silence was created. Dave focused on driving, while Alana was busy with her thoughts. He daydreamed while staring at his wrists that looked red. Alana rubbed it with a bitter smile.

Dave turned his head towards his wife who had been silent since, he was surprised to see Alana's wrists looking red. “Why with your hand Alana?” ask Dave to open his voice.

“Not what.” Alana answered only briefly, not intending to share her grief.

“Your hand is flushed like it's been clutched by someone. Was that me?” ask Dave slowly. Although his heart was sure he wasn't the culprit. He confidently treated Alana gently. For him to abstain from violence against women.

“Not Dave.” Alana nodded quickly.

“Then? Are you back to face with thugs?” cecar Dave who still imagined how brave Alana tried to fight the thugs at that time.

Alana grimaced while shaking her head. “Not really Dave.”

“Then?”

Alana sighed, the look on her face was sad, her smile was wry. “I visited my mother in the hospital. But, at the same time the mother's disease was relapsing, until she suddenly grabbed my hand and also strangled my neck,” Alana replied until warm melts flowed down her cheeks.

Dave who heard Alana started sobbing stopped his car, pulled over on the side of the road. He looked at Alana, listening to her story. Not forgetting that he gave her a tissue, Alana grabbed it and wiped her tears. “I think my mom has improved. But it turns out it's still the same. He looked so hateful to me when his illness relapsed.”

“That way?”