The Love Of Aurora
The Part 143
This morning, Zayn's face looked grim and also looked very sour. He who was still at home hid his body behind the thick blanket, looked in wonder at Ara who seemed to have never done anything wrong to him last night.
After the unification of his body last night which should be able to reach several rounds, it turned out to be completed one round only. It was stopped by force due to Ara who really did not want to be invited to continue planting again.
The incident was still triggered by the same thing, namely suddenly Ara felt very disturbed by the smell of Zayn's sweat which actually does not smell. Somehow the cause, which certainly Ara very disliked and can really be angry if Zayn did not obey his orders to immediately clean up to remove the traces of sweat.
A little discussion happened between them last night. From the start of protests Ara who constantly threatened Zayn that he better split the bed if Zayn did not immediately shower to remove traces of sweat. What power, Zayn who really does not want the incident to split the bed to happen, better give up and obey it.
"It's starting at noon, Mom. Still feel at home in the bag," said Ara as soon as it was done makeup.
Zayn remained unmoved. Although actually he was curious about what really happened with his wife, but he chose to hold back his curiosity. Because this time his body really feels bad, romance like being in the wind, the effect of bathing overnight in a sweaty body condition.
"Bag.." Ara approached towards Zayn lying down. After that he sat right next to him and wanted to open the blanket used by Zayn.
"I still want to sleep again" prevented Zayn, pulling back his blanket, covering his body as far as his neck.
This time it was Ara's turn to budge. He felt that there was a little different from Zayn's statement just now. Impressed quite short, simple, without any pampered tone and call dear.
Is it possible that her husband was again fashion sulking the effects of last night? If that was true, Ara truly regretted it. Indeed, he never wanted to bother with the smell of sweat, because before Ara had never had a problem. But for some reason lately Ara really does not like when close to Zayn with his body full of sweat.
"Yes..." Turning Ara hugged tightly the body of her husband who was still wrapped in a blanket.
"Don't do this, I'm told to take another shower." Despite protesting, Zayn had no intention of moving his wife's arm around her. The man certainly enjoyed being hugged by a wife like this.
"No, not." Of course, Ara said that because Zayn was not sweating at the moment. And Ara is feeling fine.
"Wake up dong, Mas. We go down, I'm hungry already." asked Ara, still in her chest-bearing position.
"Why don't you come here and don't like it when I sweat? Smell?"
Ara shook her head weakly. He really can't explain why he can do that.
"Your previous feelings weren't good."
"I don't know, Mom. Suddenly the smell of your sweat makes me ilfil."
Zayn chose silence, not intending to prolong his curiosity. Switch the two hands of the man also hugged the body of his wife who buried part of his body on his body that is still stretched.
"So now I don't smell sweat?"
Ara nodded sure. A second later she lifted her body, then sat back to look in wonder at her husband who was not sweating at all despite being covered in thick sheets.
"Mas is okay, right?" His hand stretched out to touch Zayn's forehead.
"I'm a little feverish, honey.."
"Yes, it's kind of warm."
"I want to sleep again. You can order food here if you're very hungry."
Although not disputing, but the woman immediately went to pick up her phone. He was ordering food through a food delivery app. Not to forget she also ordered cold relief medication for her husband.
After waiting for almost half an hour, the order finally arrived. Two small pockets containing various kinds of fried snacks directly eaten delights by him.
"She's hungry, what's a fried message?" Zayn asked, while looking at his wife who was so greedy biting the tofu type.
"For this meal," he said, still so fun to enjoy fried food in his hands.
"I order you chicken porridge. It's still warm, Mom." The woman stepped closer towards Zayn lying down.
The man immediately changed his position to immediately sit on his bedboard. The hope is that he would want his wife to spoil him through bribing him. But expectations are not up to expectations. Ara set the distance back once again smelling the scent of sweat from Zayn's body.
"Mas, take a bath gih.." The order arrived.
"I'm sweating gini sign that I don't have a fever, I'm told to take a shower."
"But I don't like the smell, Mom.." This time followed Ara covering her nose with one of her hands.
"Okay, I'm wearing perfume." Zayn got off his bed, walked quickly to get his perfume.
"It smells good, right?" he said confidently, stepping closer to his wife.
"You changed perfume, Mas. I don't like the smell.." Apparently Ara was getting away from Zayn's whereabouts.
The man stood looking while smelling the scent of his body that felt very fragrant, the effect of being sprayed with a lot of perfume by him.
"The wind is seger. I've never changed perfume, honey.."
"Mas, don't come any closer. Stay there. Or me.."
Huweeekis.... Huweeeek....
Ara ran into the bathroom after her body felt suddenly churned. Seeing his wife so, Zayn must have followed him.
"Stop! Don't come in." prevent Ara by raising one hand to Zayn who was stuck in the door.
"You're sick, honey." The man did not heed his wife's words. He went in there and immediately helped massage the nape of his wife who was still vomiting.
Panic mixed with anxiety is certainly one. For as long as he lived with Ara, he had never seen his wife vomit so early.
"We went to the doctor? You check. I'm afraid you're like this." Zayn interruptedly massage his wife's back so attentive.
"You're out, Mom. I'm getting nauseous."
Huweek... Huweek....
Although very unbearable, Zayn finally stepped back. His gaze was still astonished. Just now his wife was fine, this time changing this way just because of the smell of sweat mixed with perfume. It's strange!
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