Queen the Ruler

Ill

Upon arrival at the hotel, more precisely in front of the Queen's room, several men stood with Alfat holding his suitcase. The man seemed to turn to the few men who were with him at this moment. Confused, of course Alfat was very confused. Because everyone stood as if guarding the front room of their lady without saying anything to Alfat.

"Why didn't I get the room key?" alfat asked Dani who was very confused. His eyes stared at the bodyguard hand of the superior who did not hold any other access card.

"You don't have to use the key, because Miss Queen's room is open to you." Dani's flat answer suddenly made Alfat round his eyes in shock.

Does that mean they're going to one room? No. gabe. This is not true, how could Alfat sleep in the same room as another woman while he already had a wife and Citra at this time must have been waiting for news from him. Long speechless, Alfat just stared at the door of the room that was still open. Inside there the Queen had gone in first and did not know what she was doing at the moment.

"And shut the door when he comes in." cried the Queen without a word.

Dani who got the order immediately nodded his head at Alfat's sign that the man should come in immediately and do not argue. Or everything will be messed up because the Queen is angry. Without being able to resist, Alfat stepped in doubtfully. Slowly his throat gulped violently at the salivary due to nervousness.

A smile also expands when the beautiful face that has been clean from the makeup looks at the figure who just entered the room. Obviously Alfat saw a room that did consist of two beds. Even so, they are still in the same room one night or maybe the next few nights.

"Go take a shower and rest. Tomorrow we have to work." the Queen ordered gently.

"What if I call and the Queen messes up? No. gabe. I don't want Citra to misunderstand me. I'd better send a message, and tomorrow I'll have to get up early to call her." murmured Alfat inwardly and pressed the send button.

Eyes that initially looked sleepy suddenly opened wide. The image even sat down from the position of the beds. Her face was clouded when she found only a short message that her husband had sent her.

"Swimming, Cit. Mas Alfat must be so tired that's why he didn't call you" he said trying to calm himself without being able to hold back the tears that kept falling. I don't know what this woman is feeling right now. What is clear is that he tried to be strong and think positive even though his instincts as a wife are so strong.

Slowly he fell back, but Citra suddenly felt a very unpleasant turmoil in her stomach. The woman ran quickly to the bathroom in her room. His entire stomach was spilled in the sink. Slowly he cleaned up all the remaining dirt even Citra saw clearly his pale face in front of the mirror at this time. His sight felt swaying.

"My head.." he complained dizzy. It was hard to walk but he tried hard to walk back to the bed. The image lay with the body which he wrapped in a thick blanket.

Although the pain in his body felt stronger, Citra tried to stay calm. She did not want to panic and call her husband.

"Mas Alfat is tired and has to work tomorrow. I can't bother him." Citra said patiently withstanding the pain in the stomach as well as the head.