EMBRACE YOU: Presence & Poison
Episode 152

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No no! This man did not drink it, he purposely made his mouth fill with oil and spewed it into the sink on my left. Then without warning Bayu approached and I felt a soft touch on my shoulder.

At first I shuddered amusedly but Bayu's two hands held my right shoulder and his other hand held my left arm.

His mouth was already on my left shoulder, in my wound.

I never imagined a scene like this, when Bayu sucked in my wounds as strongly as possible. First I felt amused and wanted to laugh but in the second suction I started to feel it.

“Ahhh peri!” Unconsciously I whined because now it feels like the wound is very painful. Bayu did not reply and continued to suck along my wound.

Her soft lips moved up and down several times. Now I no longer think about how embarrassed I am in front of Bayu in clothes like this.

This man was right, other than the pain he felt, my left shoulder began to throb as if someone was hitting me.

My hands shook, I closed my eyes and lowered my head trying to hold back the moans from my mouth. Strongly gripped his suit that was touched by my right palm.

Bayu let go of his suction for him to gargle his mouth using cooking oil, spit it out in the sink and put the oil back in his mouth before he came back to me.

This time Bayu's grip on my shoulders and arms was stronger as his suction grew stronger.

I felt cold sweat drenching my face and neck as I tried to endure the pain.

Bemoan.

It's so sore.

And the throbbing of the pain seemed to be widening, from the shoulder to the hand, back, neck and now my left head was throbbing painfully.

My heart beats fast, my breath is also hunting after Bayu who several times vomited red liquid from his mouth, then gargled again with oil and again sucked my wounds again.

I can't stand it anymore, the pain is like there's no end and it's just the scale of the pain is getting bigger. Now I don't care anymore about this ripped shirt slumping over my little bra.

I just let my hands clutch at Bayu's shirt to vent his pain. “Arrggg!! It hurts! It hurts!”

Bayu doesn't care about my sobs right now. Instead the grip and suction felt deeper.

True what he said earlier, now I feel desperate to stop his suction. “Please stop! Hix.. It hurts!”

I tried to push him with the rest of my strength, but the one with the wound was hot right now.

“ARRGHH! STOPIT! I beg you stop!” I was already crying, resting my head on her shoulder in despair.

“A little more, hang on. I'll do it quickly.” Bayu whispered in me, my eyes closed. I feel so tired.

After saying that, Bayu gently kissed my shoulder on the part where there was no wound, then as he said, his deep and long suction made me unable to remain still.

I cried and screamed, moving to get away from him but Bayu's power was stronger than mine. She held me back, her hands no longer touched my shoulders, she had already hugged my waist, leaving me in her embrace cage.

“Please please, this is so painful! Stop!” I've been sick from yelling since, I want to

it's all over quickly!

I wet my Bayu shirt because of my crying.

“What happened Bayu? Is that really the poison of paralysis on his knife? Then you sucked out the poison?! You're crazy huh!” Doctor Stefan's voice suddenly sounded in the middle of my cry.

I couldn't help but lift my face and see it in the doorway. I just dropped my head limp on Bayu's shoulder as this man looked back with his hands still hugging me protective, as if blocking my unruly look from Doctor Stefan's sight.

“You've brought him doc? Please prepare and let me sew it. You can go out and get the car ready for us to go to the hospital after this. No one comes in before I allow it!” My breath hunts as if feeling the overflowing emotions from this Bayu word.

Then Bayu's voice sounded closer than usual, maybe it was just my hallucination because of my sick and exhausted body.

My ears no longer heard Doctor Stefan's voice, only the clang of the aluminum was heard next.

I felt Bayu kiss my forehead a few times, my body falling limp in his arms and I started to feel something wet running down my left shoulder.

“Everything is ready. It's a painkiller injection, it's a lidocaine injection, a sewing kit, a bandage, a plaster, betadine, an alcohol cotton swab and this little injection you have to inject yourself after you're done! This drug so that at least whatever is in your mouth does not have any effect until we are in the hospital later!”

“I've already done this doc, so don't worry about me. Her cooking oil helped me get out whatever I was sucking on.”

“Alright! I'll get the car ready, the villain's been taken care of by the kids, and Jeremy's grandfather and your father are investigating this quickly and Kirana's mother is out there worrying about you both.”

“Thank you.” After hearing Bayu's reply, I heard the sound of the door closing.

“Live a little more. His blood is out.” Bayu whispered to me, letting go of his embrace to me for him to take another bottle of oil.

My eyes as if forced to close, Bayu's last three strong suction did not get a revolting response from me.

I was really tired and dizzy, my shoulders were crumbling and it even felt like I could not lift my left hand.

“Now I'll sew it up before the blood gets out more.” His whisper turned around taking an alcohol cotton swab and betadine.

His left hand did not let go of his embrace on my waist, I carefully felt this man doing step by step taking care of my wound.

Then an injection in my shoulder felt until my eyes opened. I looked up at him who was now preparing a wound sewing device.

“You can sew a wound?” I asked him, just to remove the silence between us.

“I've done it several times when injured in the middle of a task.” Bayu stared back at me, there was relief in the look in his eyes now.

“How? Still sore?”

I nodded, now that my breathing had gradually normalized even though the pain had not lessened. “I feel like a crumble. I can't move my left hand.”

Bayu lowered his head, he did not answer me and his eyes began to focus on sewing my wounds. When the needle went through my skin, I didn't feel any pain.

Now my attention is precisely on the expression of Bayu's grim and sad face. He didn't speak, he just looked down avoiding my gaze.

Please, not a face like that.

Don't look so sad.

If only…

If only I were stronger, if only I were strong enough to fight alone, I would not make him sad.

I know, now this wound will be on my whole life, and as he did a few hours ago, will Bayu laugh again?

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