Mateau

Headache

Alvin massaging temples, pain. The hard work made the man a little tired. Maybe a vacation could be the best solution. However, for now it is not unusual. The schedule of the next two weeks is densely creeping.

The man leaned his back against the back of the chair. The room that witnessed his struggle in building the business had not changed in the slightest. He maintained the design or interior here since the first build.

"That's a dizzy," said Alvin. His head felt seven turns around. Lying down on the sopa can be a bit less painful.

The man moved towards Sopa. Lie there. The calm atmosphere supports rest time.

About five minutes is all fun, but the next one is totally unexpected. Rina came without invitation or souvenirs, like.

"Assalamualaikum, Mas Alvin." The woman entered regularly. Didn't find Alvin. "Mas Alvin!" His voice slowly rose. Alvin is in hiding.

Lina stood in place. Obviously couldn't see Alvin because her husband chose to lie down. "Mas Alvin is like a hide-and-seek."

Hearing that the sound of laughter Alvin came out, so that Lina could find him. There are footsteps of Rina approaching, finding Alvin with different circumstances.

"Mas Alvin why?" tanyakanya.

Alvin's awake. His head still hurts. It was certain that it would get even more sick with Rina. The woman had a thousand languages that she could speak. "I'm sleeping" he answered.

Lina sat down next to Alvin. Something is strange. "Mas, it hurts, huh?" 

It turns out that woman is sensitive too.

"No. I'm just tired." Alvin refused. For him there is no place more comfortable than the lap of the Mother. "What do you want?"

Rina remained silent. His right hand is forward. Taped to Alvin's forehead. "Hot," surprised.

Alvin throws his wife's hand. "I'm healthy."

"Astagfirullah, it hurts." Lina started to panic. He stood up, to walk. However, Alvin's hand pulled him up to sit back down.

"Where are you going?" ask Alvin.

"Gear my eyes!" pinta Alvin is resolute.

Slowly, Lina turned her body to the right side. Raising his head, looking at Alvin. Chests rumbling. The accidental touch of the hand created an awkward atmosphere within the hijab-wearing woman.

Unexpectedly Alvin threw himself with his head in Rina's lap. He doesn't need medicine, he just needs to be calm in the right place. 

Rina's two pupils were perfectly rounded. This scenario is beyond a doubt. His entire joints were squeezing, even those two hands seemed to lose their moving function.

"Let me sleep for a while. I'm just tired." Slowly, but surely Alvin's eyes closed.

At this moment, Lina's body froze. Difficult response. But his heart said no problem. 

Seeing Alvin's situation like this makes him interested in the past. Where every series of sweet events that he passed while married to Alvin was his dream. It just wasn't achieved at the time.

Half an hour Alvin was fast asleep. The pain in the head began to disappear along with the gradual body of the man began to fit. 

When he opened his eyes, he found Rina asleep as well with her head leaning against the sopa. Poor thing. 

Not wanting to disturb, Alvin moved slowly. Stand up and take the black suit hanging on the spot. The man turned his back to cover Rina. Quiet for a moment, observing the face of his wife ayu.

Suddenly two circles of Rina's eyes opened. The woman looked at him sharply and kicked Alvin's right leg, so that the man fell down onto the sopa.

"Aaaaaa, what else is it?" Rina immediately got up and stood up. Watching his whole body, safe. Glanced at Alvin who was now in pain while holding the right leg he kicked. "Mas, it hurts, huh?" With a sinless face the woman asked. 

The pain moves to the feet. It sucks! Every time I faced Rina there was always something unpredictable. Suppose he could, he wanted to exchange his wife for an antique. So sloppy.

"No. My feet are made of iron! So you want to be kicked five hundred times, safe!" ketus Alvin standing up. Trained to the chair. 

Lina bit her lips, guilty. 

"If you can, I sack you like a kitten. Dumped into the sea. Astagfirullah, Mommy, Alvin got a wife!" Alvin massaged his temple, sick again.