The Overdose of Love

N2=My Missing Wife>> Tired Herself

Surprised also with me, not just work as a mistress Adit, tired of asking for forgiveness. Although there is no strenuous activity I do, it turns out to follow the behavior of children, tired and tired as well.

"You why? From that moment on I saw you holding your back shoulder! Is anyone sick?"

Husband finished bathing, using a towel limited to the waist. Walk like there is no shame anymore.

"There's nothing, Mas! It's just a sore on my shoulder. Maybe it's the effect of carrying Aliya around all the time."

The hands try to loosen the veins that feel stiff.

"You are patient, indeed the struggle to be a mother is not easy, it takes extra energy to nurture children. Why are you also? There's already a nurse who is paid for caring for our child, you're tired of carrying him constantly," he said who is now busy wanting to wear clothes.

"In fact, Mas! I just want to be closer to Aliya, because I don't want our children to be closer to anyone else, than their own parents" I explained.

"I understand, but what's difficult is you and especially me" he complained unhappily.

Get closer and start holding your shoulders. The fingers started moving.

"So the story is angry? Then who told Mas to massage my shoulder, not me, right? Mas himself who had put his hands on the boat," I replied lightly, as his hands patted his shoulders.

"Hehehe, yes too, dear. I just feel sorry to see you from earlier wiggling your head to the left right, like a really smart person," he said.

"I'm really tired, Mom. But everything I can take away, by looking at the cheerful laughter of our son Aliya, who looks so happy to be playing with me," I explained.

Now she turned to look at the husband's face. His face is very shady. I could feel that he cared so much about this exhaustion.

"You are truly a dream wife. I understand your love for children, can't be switched for others. Just I suggest, do not be too tired, because if you are sick later who invites to play our child," said the husband.

"Yes .. yes, Mommy."

"We're sleeping, I'm tired too!" mas Adit let go of his hand.

"Heeem."

The sound of gasping began to dabble in the night. Trying to close his eyes in his warm embrace.

"Why are you, baby? From earlier Mas feel you go back and forth, like someone else can not sleep alone! Until now Mas also woke up, can not sleep well too," complained Mas Adit.

"Hhhh, sorry Mas. I don't know why it feels like my eyes are hard to want to be closed, what might be the effect of thinking about sister Nola," I replied.

"Why else?."

"Come on, I'm thinking of him."

"The problem is that sister Nola let me investigate her husband, because the man can't seem to be underestimated. So you now sleep because it is night, later if you lack sleep your eyes that shine beautifully, can be like the eyes of a panda no longer beautiful," he told me who increasingly hugged me tightly.

"Hhhhh, yes, Mum!" my answer became submissive, while exhaling a long breath.

We both have slept by hugging each other, and the feeling of comfort was so felt to me, that it made the eyes immediately closed with a shock.

The morning had already begun to raise the heat, and we were both having breakfast at the table.

"You will not have to go to the company to send food, because today there are many meetings with other companies that ask to meet outside" explained Mas Adit.

"All right, Mum."

Chewing your own food. Lots of menu stuffed.

"At least if there is no work, play until satisfied with Aliya," he said.

"It's good, but mas just reminds you not to be too tired," said Mas Adit reminded, while putting food into the mouth.

"The siip."

Mas Adit has left for his company, and my work now wants to immediately slide to the house of in-laws, to meet his beloved son.