
It's been an hour and I still haven't come out of the bathroom. Dara sat leaning against the bed while reading a book about pregnancy while waiting for the Wira to finish washing herself. Although the occasional drowsiness began to approach and seduce his eyes to shut, but Dara still held him back so as not to fall asleep.
Dara put her book on the nightstand. His palm moved shut his mouth that was evaporating. "Hhh...why Mas Wira is still not finished as well, actually do it anyway in the bathroom!" the decision's getting upset. He got off the bed, walked up to the big mirror and stood there and stared at the reflection from head to toe.
Though I have tried to dress up as beautiful as possible, but it seems that Mas Wira did not want me at all and continued to avoid me. Mumbled sad.
It is very common for bad thoughts to run through her mind, filling her entire head with suspicion due to the change in attitude towards her husband that she felt.
The door of the bathroom that was closed blew his daydream. Dara immediately turned to look at the bathroom and saw a very fresh woman almost shivering out of there. His legs stepped quickly and Wira even jerked because he found Dara who was still awake.
"Mas, why is the bath so long?" Dara raised the protest with a look of dislike, not the mimic of a sweet face that is usually painted in her beautiful appearance.
"Ah.. it-it was because this afternoon many patients who have infectious diseases came to the hospital. I was afraid of carrying harmful viruses and bacteria, so I took a longer shower" he replied.
"But lately Mas's in the bathroom longer than usual. Not just today," said Dara did not accept the reasons thrown Wira.
The handsome man with wet hair who was still dripping water was just dumbstruck not answering, his tongue was a joke. He constantly avoids eye contact with Dara, because right now the beautiful eyeball is nailing him sharply.
"Are you trying to avoid me? answer me!" Emotions begin to creep to the surface the effects of suspicion tormenting him.
Dara brushed Wira's arm off her shoulder. "If it's not avoiding me then what's its name? it's been more than three weeks that I haven't touched you. Is it because now my body looks so horrible that it makes Mas feel no more for me and ignores that I also need an inner living from you?" selorohnya without pause.
Dara Dada kembis kembis down-uplik angry while gulping his saliva occasionally. His face began to turn red withstanding the cries, and the corner of his eyes began to pool.
"Darling, I never thought of you that way." Wira again tried to grab Dara's shoulder, but again removed.
"Or don't-don't Mas have another woman out there who is certainly easy to get, right!" exclaim Dara with a high voice.
"Why are you accusing me of that!" The spirit reflex snapped at Dara in a tone no less high because it did not accept the sentence thrown at him making his wife scream in shock.
It turned out that Dara thought that far over his attitude which he thought was for the good of his son and wife. The effect of his fear he was reluctant to be frank and preferred to cover it, unexpectedly his unilateral choice even created a spark of misunderstanding in his household.
It's only natural that Dara thinks Wira has another dream woman. How not, her husband seems no longer interested in her is certainly the first thing that comes to mind of any wife is such a bad thing.
Dara's beautiful face began to be decorated with clear circles that decayed from the corner of her eyes that had been restrained since. Feeling hurt because Wira instead snapped at him. "You're evil!" he screamed as he sobbed. Dara stomped her feet stepping quickly out of the room.
Wira. He himself was also surprised why he got out of control and even snapped at Dara. Like a daze Wira immediately caught up with Dara and called out to her. "Become, honey. Wait a minute.dear...."