Black Stain My Husband

Markings

Aidin continued to stroke the nape of his neck. Today he felt unwell until some work was neglected. I had to call Richard to come.

Shortly afterwards the secretary came into his room with a few maps in his hand. 

"What's up, Mister?" Richard looked at the pale-looking face of Aidin. 

"Is the Lord sick?" ask him again to make sure. Tidying up a table that looks messy.

Almost a full day he was doing his job outside, and this was the first time Richard met his boss.

"So, just a little dizzy, please get me some medicine." The sound of Aidin was starting to weaken.

Richard hurried away leaving Aidin's room to take the medicine. 

If it doesn't heal, I might punish Zahra. 

Aidin's getting restless. Fear of not being able to punish Zahra in bed. Because, not only yesterday he failed, but last night also because Zea was fussy. 

Richard brought back the headache medicine that Aidin had asked for. He also brought food for the man. 

Aidin only ate a few mouthfuls because his nauseated stomach did not allow him to hold much food. 

"Lord rest, I'll finish it." 

Just getting up, the phone left on the table rang. The name of the wife who blinked again evoked the spirit that had collapsed.

"Hello, Honey. What's up?" Aidin sat back in his proud seat. 

"Forgot another greeting?" cetus Zahra firmly. He always reminded when the husband ignored the practice. 

Aidin said a moment's greeting which Zahra answered immediately. They always get used to something that looks easy, but is very important and has many benefits.

"Hurry home!" pinta Zahra spoiled.

It didn't matter to Aidin, whenever Zahra asked for it he would grant it. Although the work piling up the family remains number one. 

 

"All right, I'll be home soon." 

After the connection was broken, Aidin paused his intention to go to the room, he took out a suit and put it on. 

"Anterin I'm home!" pinta Aidin tidying his hair.

The car stopped under a red light. Aidin spread his gaze towards the street filled with hawkers and beggars.

This time his eyes caught the hawker that made his saliva want to drip. 

"I think buying it is good." Appoint the street vendor across the street. 

Richard looked in the eyes Aidin looked at. He read the writing on the side of the cart. 

"Ruby?" ask Richard to make sure. 

"Yes, usually Zahra likes to eat that," she said. 

Richard parked his car in front of the seller and got off. 

There was - just so, that was how his heart said when the boss asked for something a little strange. Even Richard was willing to queue and jostle for the sake of getting a voice.

"Five packs, sir," said Richard, using his hands. 

The seller stared at Richard's appearance with an intense gaze. Rarely do customers wear neat suits. Then, he approached the secretary and asked, perhaps in the wrong place.

"Wife pregnant, sir?" ask the middle-aged seller. 

Richard shook without a sound. Look towards the visitors who seem to enjoy the dish. Apparently they were watching him too. 

Not long after, the seller wrapped Richard's order. He asked his wife to give it to him immediately. 

"If every day we get customers like that, we're going to get rich quick, sir" he murmured at Richard's back, which began to drift away.

Richard drove back to Aidin's house. Today he was very tired and needed rest. It has been a few days shrouded in mountainous work that sometimes has to be in front of the laptop until late. 

Just as Richard's car stopped in the courtyard, a luxury car came in from the gate. 

Aidin smiled and approached the car and opened the door. 

"Sore, Ma," said Aidin kindly. It turned out that the one who came was Delia. 

"You just got home?" ask Delia later. 

Richard came closer and bowed politely. Glanced at Cherly who was standing behind her papa. 

"Yes, Ma," Aidin replied briefly. Letting Delia and James and her sister-in-law in. 

"Oma's coming, honey." Zahra ran over to Delia who had just entered. Not forgetting to welcome your beloved husband. A tireless warrior. 

Richard put the rojak on the dining table. Followed by Cherly from behind. The girl was curious about the contents of the crackle bag that the secretary had brought. 

"What is this, brother?" ask Cherly enthusiastically. 

"Rujak," replied Richard briefly, if at that time he still dared to make small talk and smiled at Cherly, at this time he should keep his distance. He did not want Delia to misunderstand and thought he wanted to seduce the girl. 

"Want to?" richard opened a pack. 

"May," gladly the day Cherly accepted the man's offer. 

Zahra who had just come out of the room commented on the smile at the familiarity of Richard and Cherly. Especially now that Delia is not too restrictive of her sister's association, until the girl is a little more free, but still with strict supervision and choose the right friends so as not to fall into the wrong hole. 

"Who bought rujak?" ask Zahra to be tempted. The aroma of the nut chili peppers is appetizing. 

"Mr Aidin, Miss." Richard answered, while Cherly began hissing while chewing on pieces of young mango. 

"I'm going to drink" Cherly yelled at Richard's hand. 

Richard held back a laugh seeing Cherly's reaction. Take a glass of cold water and give it quickly. Unexpectedly, it turned out that the girl could not eat spicy food. 

Cherly gulped it until it ran aground. Wiping his sweat that soaked his forehead. 

Delia who saw him could only sneer at his youngest daughter. "Then, if you don't do it spicy, don't be pretentious."

Cherly's face shone with embarrassment.

Now it is not Cherly who is the center of attention, but Zahra. The woman also enjoyed it. 

"You pregnant, son?" tanya Delia investigated. 

Zahra. Because, it was clear he saw there was only one red line in yesterday's test. 

"Cirain?"

Aidin in the bathroom can't get out. His body grew more and more sluggish after removing his stomach contents. Cold sweat begins to pour through the pores.

What disease is attacking me.

Aidin looked at his face from the reflection of the mirror. Remember when I felt the same. At that time he was also often dizzy and nauseous, but doctors did not find any disease.

The door was knocked from the outside making Aidin turn his head. Dragging his heavy legs to open them.

Zahra is coming. Aidin instantly pulled the wife's slender body and clenched her. When sick like this, he only needs the closest people to stay excited.

"What's wrong with you, Mom?" Zahra rubbed Aidin's cold back.

Aidin. It was impossible to say that he was sick, afraid that Zahra would worry about his oada.

"No papa, really. Just tired," said Aidin assured.