When Love Should Determine
Chapter 112

Hamzah rushed to meet Larissa at the health center upon hearing the news that his wife was being treated there. How surprised he was to see for himself the color change in the breast of the wife when she helped him take off his clothes. "Good, Larissa! Why are your breasts flushed like this?."

Larissa also noticed ***********. And like Hamzah, he was equally surprised to see *********** himself. "God! I also just found out that my breasts are like this."

Hamzah immediately put new clothes on Larissa's body. And after he was done, he sat down the wife's body and asked her, "Try now you remember, what did you eat yesterday?."

"Yesterday?" ask Larissa

"Yes!" hamza replied impatiently.

Larissa kept quiet, trying to remember what food went into her stomach yesterday. After remembering, he mentioned one by one the food he ate yesterday at Hamzah.

Hamzah breathed a heavy sigh. He threw his back into the back of the chair. "There's no way you'd get this way if that's all you eat, '" sighed listlessly.

"That's right, I said what, too. Yesterday I only ate the food I prepared for breakfast yesterday. And what I cooked was also the fish you brought home. So there's no way the cause of all this is food. Besides, you know for yourself, I've never been allergic to any food."

Hamzah was silent, thinking hard to find the cause of his wife's breast skin. "Try you to remember one more time, maybe you're forgetting to eat something like that? since I'm sure none of this could have happened, there must have been something to cause it."

Larissa recalled what food she had eaten yesterday, but she was very sure that she had told Hamzah everything. But the next second he just remembered if yesterday he also ate the bedoyo he bought near the school Zahra. "Oh yeah, I remember!" His strangulation suddenly made Hamzah terjankan by the sound of his screeches. "Today I ate a bedoyo at school. And after eating it, I feel like my body hurts all."

Hamzah frowned. "Bedoyo?" tanyanya.

"Yes, bedoyo!."

Hearing the confession of his wife Hamzah did not immediately draw conclusions just like that. In his doubtful mind, it would have been impossible for his wife to have gotten this way if it was just for eating a bedoyo alone. "Did you eat bedoyo along with the terasanya sambal as well?" he asked to be sure.

"Yes yes!, where good to eat bedoyo without sambal terasi. It's like eating a vegetable without salt, it's tasteless!."

Hamza flicked his fingers. "That's right, really! I've guessed, all this must have been a cause. Now it's proven, that the cause of all this is the rice sauce from the bedoyo you ate."

Larissa frowned confusedly, not yet understanding the meaning of her husband's words. "You mean?."

Hamzah confirmed the sitting position by re-enforcing his back to face Larissa. "So gini, Larissa, I'm pretty sure that the cause of the redness in your breasts is not because of the bedoyo, but because of the paste."

Larissa laughed at her husband's explanation. "Where might it be because of the tucked up sambal? You know, I eat it almost every day. But try to remember, anything ever happened to me after eating it."

Hamzah again sighs to hear his wife does not believe his words. "That's true! because at that time your condition was fine, so your body did not show any reaction. But the problem is that now you're just done with surgery, so you really need to pay attention to what food you eat. You can't just ignore what you eat when you're healthy and when you're sick like this."

Larissa was silent with her head bowed at the advice of her husband at length.

Seeing his silent wife Hamzah continued his advice. " Now try you think, the paste is the main ingredient what? terasi, right!"

Larissa replied with just a nod of her head.

"Now I ask, terasi what is the main ingredient of manufacture? shrimp, right!."

Back Larissa only nodded her head in response. Inwardly muttering, "He who asks, he himself answers."

"You know, if the shrimp often trigger allergies such as hives and reddish skin, especially in the condition of the body is not fit like this."

"Don't just say yes, but do. If I believe it, who bothers? We are too, right?."

Larissa faithfully listened to her husband's chatter that never stopped like a locomotive engine even though her heart was upset.

Meanwhile, Hamzah continued his chatter no matter if his wife was upset or not. Larissa could not hold back her frustration. "That's enough, don't talk anymore! I was sick, not comforted, and was constantly being scolded," her lips pursed forward for inches.

"I scolded you for your own good. You know that, right?."

"Yes, I know! But if you're just here to get angry, you better go home now. I can be here alone like yesterday."

Hamzah sighed softly. Yes, I'm sorry. I won't scold you anymore."

Although her husband had apologized and said he would not be angry anymore, but Larissa was still upset, even this time she turned her body to turn her back to her husband.

Hamzah nodded again. He knew his wife was sulking right now. He also tried to keep seducing her. "Udah dong was angry. I said I was sorry!."

Larissa ignored the husband's apology and kept turning her back.

"Come dong, Larissa, don't frown. If you pout, the beauty will be gone!."

Tied like that by her husband, of course, Larissa's heart is increasingly arrogant. "Just tell me that, I'm a kid, what?."

Unable to make his wife stop sulking, eventually Hamzah was tired. Until then terbesit an idea in the head that might eliminate the annoyance of the wife. "If you don't want to forgive me, I'll just go home!" stand up and walk towards the exit.

Larissa still did not pemubris words her husband and considered just wanted to threaten. But when Hamzah pressed the door handle he turned quickly. "Wait a minute, don't go! I don't want to be alone here."

Hamzah smiled a triumphant smile at his wife to prevent him from leaving. Of course he didn't really want to leave her alone, it was just his wits to make Larissa stop sulking, and it worked.

Hamza turned and walked over to his wife. "If you don't want me to go, then forgive me!."

Larissa pursed her lips. "Yes yes, I'm sorry!" he said half-heartedly.

Unsatisfied with his wife's answer, he asked her to smile. "If you truly forgive me, then give me your most beautiful smile!."

Larissa was reluctant to do her husband's orders because she was still upset. He just pulled the corner of his lips.

Seeing that his wife did not want to give a smile, he again threatened, "Yes already if you don't want to smile, I'll just leave here" twisted the body back and pretended to step.

"Don't!" shouted Larissa. "Yes, I smile," gave her prettiest smile.

Hamzah smiled happily at the smile on his wife's face. " You're so pretty when you're smiling like this."

Larissa was embarrassed to hear her husband praise her. "Here is the hug" he said spoiled, his hands stretched out to the side.

Hamzah looks at the wife's indulgence. He came closer and hugged his body. "Spoiled base! It was all over the show!."