
"Your son, are you hurt?"
Shafana immediately shuffled from the bed examining the wound on her husband's waist.
"What's going on? Why are you getting hurt?"
Shafana tries to get closer to him but Kenan immediately yanks at him.
"Shut up at your place! Don't try to touch me if you still love both your hands."
Kenan stepped away from his wife, fixed the towel he was wearing, he lowered it down a little to treat the wound.
"Srushshh."
The sound of hissing pain was repeatedly wild from Kenan's mouth, although Fana could not see his wound but he seemed to be grieved at the hiss.
The man still turned his back on Shafana who seemed to be fluttering in place, even he did not dare to just approach. Then he decided to go into the bathroom because he saw Kenan was not free to treat his injuries.
When entering the bathroom Shafana gasped to see the trash can filled with tissue and cotton covered with blood on Shafana was very sure if the bathroom and the state was clean.
"What was Kenan in the bathroom for so long?" He swore he didn't know who to ask, but that was the only sentence that appeared in his brain.
"I should be happy to see him hurt but why do I feel unbearable as when remembering the look and sound of his pain earlier."
Shafana opened the door slowly she wanted to see what the man was doing, from the gap of the door that slightly opened Fana passed her gaze she saw the body was wrapped around her waist with a cloth that Fana believes the cloth came from a torn Kenan t-shirt not to miss the hiss that tried Kenan dim his throat was getting clearer.
"Why did Kenan just wrap it in cloth? He should have gone to the hospital to treat the wound, what if there was an infection in the scar?" Shafana kept asking questions in her own mind.
"What's going on? Kenan left with his assistant Arven but why come home with a wound? Didn't he say he was going to finish the job not to fight?" Behind that door Fana was still observing, in fact she could not bear to let Kenan treat his own injuries, but if he helped Kenan would definitely not want to accept it, then all he could do was remain silent.
Kenan's eye tail caught Shafana from earlier watching him behind the door.
"Don't look at me or peek at me.!" Kenan shouted as if breaking the barracks there. Did he think Fana was deaf to Kenan screaming that loud.
Blams..
Shafana closed the bathroom door frantically, she immediately grabbed hold of her heart that was about to jump from her chest cavity so surprised by Kenan's cry.
"God that man is really rare, can't that man be a day not mad at me." Fana grumbling.
"out! What are you doing in the bathroom?" Again Kenan shouted, what a man is very hobby makes him almost have a heart attack.
Fana came out with a careless step looking at the man who was still standing on his back, Fana then took the remaining tear of the shirt that Kenan was wearing to bandage his wound, then he put it in the trash. Mana's eyes refused to take her eyes off the body, there was no sound of pain in Kenan.
"Stop looking pityfully at me, or I'll pry both of your eyeballs, I'm most unloving of pity." His words sounded cold but firm and thick with threat.
"Ck. Who pity you? I feel so happy when I see you hurt. You know it's some karma or some kind of divine punishment on a sinner like you." Fana screeched cynically with a mocking tone.
Kenan just clenched his mouth tightly, because he was injured so he did not have more energy to argue his wife.
"Tumben, he did not reply to my words," Shafana again looked at the man whose waist was all he could see glistening with the light of the lamp, as if the steel seemed solid and hard.
The man was lazy to argue with his geeky wife who was always beyond reason when speaking, insisting he was not handsome, even daring to insult his physical state, Mana, before there was no woman who dared to fight him but the geeky repeatedly trampled on his pride. Her hand had now reached the door before Fana's question stopped her steps.
"Where are you going?"
"Why don't you see your ugly face!" He left Shafana alone.
When he got outside the room to coincide with the butler there Kenan immediately called out to him.
"Dora where did my mom and dad go?"
"Said madam, the madam is accompanying you to visit the branch office and tonight will be back." Reveal the butler politely.
"Yes, go, finish your job."
Shit Kenan was going to stay in another room, he was worried that if he slept with Shafana, the woman would nudge his wound considering that if Shafana fell asleep always hugged him.
But if he was determined to sleep in the guest room, surely his mother would be lecturing two days and two nights, and he was quite dizzy with his current problem.
In the end Kenan re-entered his room, and was again surprised by the behavior of his geeky wife.
"Wherever you come doesn't see your ugly face."
"Don't look at me, or I'll take both of your eyeballs!"
"You're the worst girl I've ever met. Strange to know I'm ugly but yesterday she kissed me brutally, wanting to feel like I gave her a mouthful of real red chili peppers, you crazy guy." Fana continued her frustration.
"How dare you!" Kenan clenched with tightened teeth. "You're cosplay again being me?" Kenan asked but with a terrifying look.
"You, since when were you there?"
"Since you, imitate my style of speech."
"Hehe, sorry!" ogre
"Is this your job behind my back?"
"No-no this is for the first Ken."
"Have you been to war?"
"Do you think my face looks like an invader."
Actually Kenan was angry with the girl's actions only he was very tired, for this time he again relented, he immediately put himself to sleep on the sopa in the room, there is no way that if he sleeps on the bed, the girl's legs can kick his wounds while asleep.
Shafana only closed her mouth when she saw Kenan laying down his body on the soup, she also did not dare to reprimand Kenan, not sure the man even raged at her because of the incident just now. Finally, Fan was just looking at her husband's body lying with both hands as a cushion.
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