MARRYING DOWN THE BED?

35. Finally Giving up Lose

Based on research, there are only 4 types of drunk people :

Ernest Hemingways: this man was an intelligent and intellectual writer. He said his intelligence could not make him drunk.

Marry Poppins type: those who are of this type when not drunk are very pleasant and when drunk are still pleasant. People with this type tend to be happier and 'sweet' when under the influence of alcohol.

The Nutty Professor type: people with this type tend to get drunk easily. Although they had only consumed a little alcohol, their awareness immediately dropped.

The Mr Hyde type: this type of person when drunk so acts out of control. less intellectual, easily quarrel or fight with others.

From the very beginning, knowledge of this has also entered into my preparations. So look at Evita --

"Well, what's this like sipping a lemon?"

My daydreams were still struggling to think about which type of drunk my wife might be, when she sounded like she was asking. He had clamped a piece of lemon cut across his lips, making his face slightly grinned by the acid.

I laughed, I just smiled.

"Yes. Suction up. You just had another drink of the tequilanya."

"Abang too. We're together again."

"okay."

A slice of lemon I grabbed and slipped on my lips under the eyes of Evita's eyes could not escape me.

Rona reddened turns out to have more clearly adorned her face. He also glimpsed to confirm the vision. When the full sloki of the three I thrust at him, his hands trembled taking the glass.

Well, how drastic?

1 second ago he still looks okay. 1 second later suddenly he grinned excessively by the lemon acid, with a slow chuckle.

"Come, together again." He said with a still grin, after putting the lemon slices back on the table.

There's another one now...Evita suddenly so not as excited as before spent the Tequilanya this time. It didn't escape my attention. He even walked alone, not waiting for my instructions when he asked us to drink the 3rd sloki together again.

It seems in a matter of seconds my wife has...

"Ahhh.completed.3 sloki. Hahaha..my head koq feels really light right now?"

"With..."

"People.it seems to me..."

I was late to get Evita. He collapsed on the floor. Slokinya.

"Vita's...Evita..." My reflexes crouched together on the side of my wife's drooped body on the floor. Eyes closed. Didn't hear a few calls from me to him. He fainted.

Fainted?

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'no usaaaah.I don't.mau..wear a pillow..my head is..ahh...pusingggh...'

The clap of Evita's hand on the pillow that I was about to throw down her head, made me stop moving.

She woke up and rebelled from my bed before I could position her with a dim back to the center, near the head of the bed.

As a result, Evita I let go and could only lie across the edge of the bed. And it seems he was also unconscious from fainting for 5 minutes, although not completely.

"Darling..are you okay?"

My wife's eyes still closed as she nodded 2x. "I'm drunk." His voice was almost whispered. Hoarsely.

Generally other drunk people will interrupt denying unconsciously 'i'm not drunk!', Evita among the lost half of her consciousness actually admitted sincerely she was drunk.

I don't want to smile at him either. How sweet's.

"You want to take headache medicine?"

"Drink..."

"It's..."

It really looks tired. The water point was rolling from the corner of Evita's eye. Suddenly his hand slapped a bottle of mineral water that the lips of the bottle I had touched between the lips clenched Evita.

With the forehead wrinkled and eyes still closed, crossed the left arm to the face, covering one eye. Then speechless. Maybe you'll calm yourself for a moment. But clearly, Evita was already and was heavily drunk.

And the side effects in the form of dizziness, too soon come.

The surface of the lips began to dry. His whole face paled.

Significant. The drunkenness process was significant. A few minutes ago he was steady and indeed impressed euphoria treat me, then a second later he was unconscious. It only took him 5 minutes to come back 'aware'.

I don't know if I should be worried or not see this condition. I'm still awake, just a little bit, but the rest I'm fine. Just finished 1 full bottle of 600ml mineral water. To neutralize alcohol.

Maybe my pure dizziness as a side effect, I will feel when I sleep later and wake up tomorrow.

And apparently, Evita gave up on Tequila's 3rd sloki.

Same, just like I was at the top of the mountain with my high school boyfriend. He can only survive in his last glass, the 2nd glass. I'm in the 3rd glass. I'm sure about this now.

Leaving my wife for a moment in silence was the best solution. Because I don't know what to do or how to do. I've never taken care of Evita who's drunk or passed out.

"Bang Harii.."

"Here, I've provided headache medicine. Drink."

"No way."

"What do you want?"

"Sleep."

"Sleep."

"Hug me..."

"Oh. Okay. You want me to fix your sleep for a second? You're not in the right position here."

"He uh."

His knees were half hanging on the bed. Evita reached out with both hands, embracing my neck as these two hands crumpled down the left right side of her body. To move the body and move it to the correct position. In the middle of bed.

Finally, accompanied by the kernyit restrained Evita I managed to also position it correctly. Just to realize my wife's two-handed neck neck she suddenly pulled in front of me.

Not anticipating, I immediately slammed into his chest.

"Evita, why..." I raised my head and faced our faces. He did not reply, just staring at the whereabouts of my eyes. Although my eyes realized that I was not focused on seeing me, Evita managed to pull off my glasses and then embrace my neck more tightly, bringing her own lips to my lips...

His kiss was done lazily by cursing. The necklace of his hands on this neck felt weak, because then one hand was dropped to reach the edge of the robe with my gaze followed there.he revealed the edge of his robe and pulled down my head there. What I can't resist, worrying that he won't take it and might slap me too.

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Quoting from a page, the factor of drunkenness euphoria :

When in a state of intoxication, a person is considered to be on the verge of consciousness and unconsciousness. This is what makes the person say honesty, behave strangely, to act funny...

'Invitation of lovemaking' is far from the element of sweet let alone romantic. Even impressed despair and forced by the state of his fatigue.

Beyond my guess. Or actually, this is in accordance with my estimates.

The sighting of me before Evita's eyes couldn't be no, it must have been able to lure her.

How could I not make him aroused even though he was on the verge of consciousness and unconsciousness?

My face, my body, every touch of my hand while taking care of this drunkenness, slapped before his eyes. Must have felt it. Perhaps my tenderness and patience is read by her subconscious, which then becomes touched and moved to receive my attentive treatment.

"What do you want me to do, honey?"

"Hug me."

"It has. It's been since. I'm still hugging you right now. You can't feel it? Felt me? You still dizzy?"

Gurgling the saliva with difficulty, my wife turned to look at my face beside her face. With my body position stretched along the right side of his body, lying left elbow on the mattress so that I can lift my head in front of him, my right hand crosswise hugging the protective upper body of Evita.

It takes 5 hours to make a drunk person slowly wake up. It takes 18 hours to be completely recovered from alcohol.

My wife is still under the influence of alcohol.

The effect of Tequila drinks is fierce, baby. That's not really mediocre. Even if you currently do not remember anything and usually people who after experiencing drunk and re-awakened, they can not remember anything before, I have recorded all this for you...

From looking at my face, Evita's heavy eyes tried to look down, finding my hand as I said. Making sure he felt more, I held my embrace to him. Once again he gulped, trying to make a sound between his headaches.

"Please.busakan this..narrow."

I looked in which direction my wife meant through the subtle movement of the hand that had been placed on my arm.

A knot with a hook on the lower edge of his robe, which turned out to be overstressed by my arm.

Narrow, honey? Your nightgown is not cramped not loose. It's my right arm that makes you feel cramped.

"It." I said after unbinding the ribbon.

"Again." Evita muttering.

"Again?" My Deuteronomy.

"All." Reciprocity.

"All?" You mean Evita cut all her clothes off?

"Take-off..."

"Ohh...But the AC's on, baby."

"Medicine. drink..."

Well, which one am I supposed to do? Take off her clothes, give her a drink, or medicine first?

"Your medicine first, Evita?"

"Yes..."

"It."

"Sickness eats it..."

"OK, I'll smooth it. Just a minute."

"No need..here."

"Can?"

"He uh."

"Open your mouth..."

I, who had been sitting cross-legged on the side lay Evita, and then supported and lifted a little bit of my wife's head. The usual headache medicine he drank fortunately can flow smoothly into the mouth and then swallowed with mineral water.

He struggled to cope with this drunkenness. Side effects feel dizzy even immediately felt after waking up from fainting 5 minutes.

Maybe after this he will be stuck. It was also if he could realize his distress and fatigue during a drunken stupor.

But you're satisfied, aren't you, baby? As you wish, you've been drinking intoxicated.

And I, too, somehow, felt a sense of satisfaction with everything that was going on.