My best friend my husband

Chaptre 109.Azlan's anxiety

"Naega geoman hae? Naega geoman hae? oman hae nuga? Dangsin ttoneun? Fangsin-ina dangsin-ui abeoji? Ibwa yo, ileon gunung ap-eseo nuga gul-yog-eul danghago sip-eo things geos gatnayo? Aldasipi, naneun cheonsacheoleom gamyeon-eul sseun salamdeul-eul mannaneun geos-e jeongmal jil lyeossjiman geuneun jiog-eseo on agmalaneun geos-i balghyeojyeossseubnida. Soljighi dangsin abeojiui iagileul deudgo nollassseubnida. Naneun geuga ulileul aju jal hwan-yeong hal geos-ilago saeng-gaghaessjiman geuneun geuleohji anh-assda. i haengsa-e ogedoeeo jeongmal silmang seuleobseubnida."

I frowned so that my two eyebrows fused together. My vision faded a little because of the bright lights.

(Angul? ? ? ? ? ? . . . ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ )

(I'm swagger? I'm arrogant? Who's arrogant now? You or yourself? You or your father? Hey, you think anyone would want to be humiliated in front of a crowd like this even he insinuated this beautiful sister and wife. You know, I'm so sick of meeting people who wear angel masks, but he turns out to be a demon from hell. To be honest, I was surprised to hear your father's words. I thought he would welcome us very well, apparently not. I'm really disappointed to be able to come to this show.)

"Watch your mouth, it come back around

Once upon a time, we learn how to fly

Go look at your mirror, same damn clothes."

(keep your mouth, it's back

A long time ago, we learned how to fly

Go look in your mirror, same fucking outfit)

I got up from my seat and Dara made me walk out of the restaurant. Not just me, but the others as well. They and the invited guests also walked out of the restaurant after witnessing our debate.

"Let me drive."

I took the car keys out of Dara's hand and Love took them. My head feels so sore and dizzy.

"Let me. Brother keep him in the back."

Dara opened the passenger car door and I sat myself down with a little bell.

I only drank two sips and why I was so drunk.

***

On the way Dara pressed the Off button for the fence of our house. Arriving at home, papa's car is seen in the back. While Cinta ran towards papa's car and I sat on the porch of the house to wait for Dara to close the gate of the house while reminding me to turn the fashion back to the beginning on the fence of my house.

In the room, I undressed, revealing only a white short-sleeved shirt and black shorts.

My body is so wet with sweat. It's a good thing I can hold myself back from punching Mr. Jonathan in the face and body there. I can be covered by the media and my reputation just disappears if I obey my emotions.

"Drink first."

I opened my eyes when Dara gave me a cup of warm ginger water. I took a slow sip and laid my body back on the bed.

"Please, take aspirin or ibuprofen."

I pointed towards the bottom of the bed where the small and large P3K box was there.

"It's two, brother."

"The little one, baby. Hurry along!"

I grimaced in pain when I felt my head explode like it was being stabbed at the same time.

Dara read it and gave me an aspirin. I took the medicine without drinking water and it was my habit when I felt it was getting worse.

"Come. sleep. Don't stay up."

I patted the bed next to me so that Dara would lay her body by my side.

"In the meantime, I want to remove makeup first same face wash."

She walked to the dresser and grabbed a piece of cotton and walked into the bathroom.

Chequek!

After hearing the sound of the toilet door closing tightly, I grimaced in pain in my head.

It really hurts.

I rarely drink wine. It's just that I've been drinking soju, but it's not this bad.

Even this is more painful than a headache from massaging a computer screen.

"Aah!"

I hit my head so that the pain subsided then took a slow sip of ginger water that Dara made for me.

It was also my fault, out of nowhere I had to gulp the wine, and I felt this was the result.

"Ara-ah, seodulleo. Jigeum meoliga jeongmal. Meomus geoliji ma, Dara. aA neomu apayo," my ringisku while massaging my temple.

(Heart. . . ⁇ , ⁇ .)

(Darling, come quickly. My head really hurts now. Don't linger, Dara. Ah, it hurts so much.)

I curled up on the bed and the blanket that Dara had been wearing for me, I don't know where it went.

"Geez, brother!"

I heard the sound of Dara's screams immediately scattered to hug him who was deliberately sitting on the bed.

I cried because the pain in my head and the feeling of not wanting to lose her really haunted me.

I don't care about my ugly looking face anymore.

"My head hurts, please massage," I asked as I placed her hand over my head.

Those two tiny hands were moving over my head. Massaging her gently and gently while both of my hands were still faithfully hugging her waist.

"My head hurts, please massage," I asked as I placed her hand over my head.

Those two tiny hands were moving over my head. Massaging her gently and gently while both of my hands were still faithfully hugging her waist.

"Honey, do you want to leave me after I said harshly to Rara and Mr. Jonathan's? I said that because you and my little sister were being teased. I don't want you to be told nothing about your career or anything else. That is tantamount to demeaning me with your equipment. Please, don't ever try to leave me. There will be no more enthusiasm for my life if you leave this house. No more smiles when I open my eyes in the morning and come home from work because of fatigue. Don't, don't do it, Dara."

(Darling, would you leave me after I said rudely to Rara and Mr Jonathan? I said that because you and my sister were ridiculed. I don't want you guys to be told nothing about careers or anything else. It's the same as degrading myself with your tools. Please, never try to leave me. There's no more spirit in my life if you leave this house. No more smiles when I open my eyes in the morning and come home from the office exhausted. No, don't do it, Dara.)

"Oh my goodness, brother. No one and who wants to leave my sister? How can you even cry like a gini?"

Her tiny fingers that were massaging my head turned to my cheeks that were already soaked by my tears.

"Udah, yes. Don't cry anymore. Men are so crybaby anyway" he chanted, wiping away my tears and laying his body beside me.

I hugged her body then put my head over her right shoulder and linked our fingers before we finally closed our eyes.

***

At midnight, I felt my body temperature rise and called Dara's name to let her turn on the air conditioner.

I felt the bed next to me move and a soft, cold hand clinging to my forehead, cheeks and neck.

"Sister."

I felt someone shake my body as the sound woke me up from sleep.

I opened my eyes slowly and then saw Dara's newly woken face. His face was very tired and resisted the drowsiness in the eye.

"Cold, baby."

I looked for his hand and hugged to find warmth there.

"Silver fever. A moment."

Dara let go of her hand violently then went back to muttering coldly and called out to mama.

Slowly, I fell back asleep because of the touch of my wife who stroked my hair with her fingers and felt a wet cloth attached to my temple and warm embrace that made my eyes more slumber.

***

I woke up feeling a hand and head wriggling around my waist and over my chest.

My eyelids move and see the atmosphere of the room illuminated by white sleep lights that are not too bright.

I saw from behind the thin window curtain the room was not covered with thick curtains. The color of the sky this morning is still not visible. Scroll a digital clock on the nightstand that shows at 4 am.

The towel on my head fell down as I turned towards Adnan who was still sleeping on my shoulder.

'I have a fever?' my inner.

Ah, I just remembered that last night I felt my temperature rise and hugged Adnan's arm.

I remember my mom who always took care of me while I was working. Moreover, I used to have a fever because Kang Yuri broke off our relationship.

The smell of her hair smelling red rose gushed into my sense of smell.

I tightened my arms at her while gently stroking her shoulders and wrists coiled around my waist.

Do not ask how his sleeping position is at this time. Both of his legs had even pressed both of my legs and one of them was wide so that both of my legs were very difficult to move.

Yes, Dara is very possessive in bed. Even he thought of me as his pillow that had embraced him and did not realize that I was really tormented by his behavior.

I let out a rough sigh and closed my eyes again.

***

I felt a breath coming back into my chest and the head turned upwards.

Ever since Dara took her hand off my waist along with her foot that was pushing down my leg. I woke up without opening my eyes.

"Since when? How do you even think it's gini?" muttered.

I no longer felt the weight of his head and legs above my body. Then the bed next to me moved again as the smell of his body as bright as greeting my sense of smell.

"Do I deserve it? But, he is my husband."

"I feel like my presence makes the atmosphere of his life troublesome. There are a lot of things that we went through a few years ago and now. In fact, Azlan's brother also had some women who wanted him very much even though I had already named his wife."

I kept quiet and did not open my eyes. But, my brain kept thinking what the words that came out of her tiny lips meant.

Not deserved?

Troublesome?

A lady?

Is he so tormented if he lives with me?