
The man came out of the bathroom in a hurry, the soap foam on his body was still stuck and so did the shampoo foam seem to be perfectly rinsed. Winding a careless towel and not to mention drops of water falling from the hair wetting the shoulders, it looks at all he has not had time to wipe with his towel.
His eyes were fixed on his wife, she just looked down embarrassed at the dresser, the rest of her looked very healthy and nothing seemed to happen to her.
Only his lips that look different with a bright red lipstick polish, a color that Vano does not like.
The color that almost every night haunts his sleep, with the shadow of his mother's face in pain every night, against the disease that has gnawed the thin body of the mother. Vano accidentally wakes up in the middle of the night and in the morning before his mother wakes up, he clandestinely removes traces of blood flowing from his mother's nostrils, sometimes her tears flow to see her condition.
On the last day, he wiped the traces of blood from his mother's nose, his mother's pale lips had been filled with viscous blood that was still fresh. Her little hands that were slightly shaking tried to clean up, although what happened was that the blood was more and more bubbling on her mother's pale face. His voice mixed with the roar of his cry screamed for help.
Ten years old at that time, a child his age should not bear the burden and face alone. His mother always tried to look tough in front of him and hide his illness from Vano.
The ten-year-old boy tried to pretend he didn't know. The hatred of his father was mounting at that time, the man who should be beside his mother was busy wandering around looking for a container for him to plant his seeds.
The presence of the mother in his father's life changed the old man, the mother was his mother's sister. He had previously lived in a different city to her. As her mother's only family, the woman felt obliged to take care of Vano. His status of singles who are not gifted by children increasingly convinced him to look after his only nephew. But god's destiny made her a connecting mother for Vano.
Until now the parents only know, the reason Vano hates blood red lipstick because it feels disgusted, but far from it there is a fear of his past that makes the shadow of his mother present with a groan of pain, therefore Vano always protested when the mother put the red color of blood on her lips.
Vano also realized the messiness of the mother and stepped foot towards the door of the room. He stood on the doorstep and shouted loudly, protesting with what his mother had done to Allin. The thing that all this time, he never did scream loudly in the house venting his regret. He does not care that all his servants who are in the house will also hear his frustration on the mother.
For those who don't know this is just a joke, but not Vano, there's an invisible incision scratching his wound. He wouldn't be as serious as this to respond if someone else was using, but this is Allin, his wife. The shadow of his mother seemed to take turns stopping by his wife's face. Imagine him making his knees feel weak, he no longer wants to feel lost.
After that Vano rushed to Allin, the woman was not understood, seeing her husband's reaction looking at her sharply.
Arriving near Allin Vano moved to pick up the wet wipes on the dresser.
Allin just kept quiet, clenched his lips, Vano's unusual gaze, making him silent not dare to ask. The tail of his eyes followed Vano's every move with a sense of wonder.
What's wrong with him.
Vano stretched out her hand on Allin's lips to remove the lipstick on Allin's tiny lips, but Vano had not had time to remove the lipstick on his wife's lips, the woman brushed her husband's hand away.
"Don't ..," reject Allin in a soft tone of voice.
"Darling, this color is too horrible for you." Vano protest in high notes. Allin was sad and disappointed.
"Why are you scolding me?" Allin whined with teardrops that fell on her cheeks.
Allin agreed with what her husband said but she did not want the pale color of her lips to make Vano follow her thinking like her in-laws. Just imagine it has made pain in him.
Your lips are like chicken butt
If the mother says maybe she could have ignored, but no, if it came out of her husband's mouth.
"I'm sorry ...!" Please Vano while covered in front of Allin, his eyes also glazed to hurt his wife. The emotion and fear of losing the figure he loved, made him yell at his wife.
"Don't yell at me again!" Allin protested with a face that was already bubbling with lipstick color that spread to part of his face.
Vano chuckled.
"You're laughing at me!" Allin's hand held Vano's hand on her lips, she would not allow her husband to remove the lipstick if what she feared, Vano also thought the same as her mother, about her pale lips. "I must look really ugly, don't I."
Allin wanted to turn his body towards the mirror in the hold by Vano's hand.
"You still look beautiful, good or without using anything" said Vano trying to guess what his wife was thinking.
"You're not lying." Asked the woman with a plain look.
Vano nodded in agreement with a reassuring smile.
Allin also let her husband's hand still remove the remaining lipstick on her lips and face slowly.
The smile of her jail was engraved, when she saw Vano's body with half-plain condition, her hands surfing or making patterns on the chest of her husband's field, or he plays Vano's haircut by twisting the hair it makes like a porcupine thorn. For a moment Vano let his wife's hand jail attitude.
The smell of soap and scented shampoo was clearly sniffed by Allin, making him sniff his nose on Vano's body.
"Why with your nose." Vano protested as he lightly touched his wife's nose.
Allin who was nosy continued to bring her nose closer to Vano's body by sniffing deeper. "You smell!" Sluggishly.
Allin's motion that would not be silent made Vano stop the movement of his hand.
Sneaky grin terbesit on Vano's face, he also carried Allin ala brydal take his wife to the bathroom with him.
"What are you doing?"
"Clean your face"
As Allin refuted her eyes, let alone looking at her husband's grin as she looked down at Allin with a suspicious look, she realized where she was going.
"Don't baby, I don't want to take a shower. Outside the rain, the air is cold, I don't want to get any more cold." Allin's reasons are made up.
Vano did not press Allin's prosthesis, he still stepped towards the bathroom even though his wife's hand continued to hit her chest and arms.
I don't want to take a shower, I don't want to meet water, I want to sleep.
Words that have not escaped Allin's mouth since she was pregnant.