Forced to Marry Om Om
63. Sorry

Today, Nakura was finally allowed to go home.

Before Nakura left the hospital, his eyes did not escape from the bed next to him which was now empty.

There should be Megumi.

Ryuji was taking care of Nakura's clothes.

"What are you daydreaming about? Still thinking about last night?" ask Ryuji carefully. Nakura had dared to be more open and willing to tell the problem.

Nakura. That's not.

"I think Megumi's going home with me. But he flew into the sky. Losing a friend for ever is an unexpected thing that happens in my life," Nakura said sadly, this time his tears no longer dripped. Too much sadness paid off with crying.

"Take care of his departure," I'm sorry Nakura, all of this is my inner plan Ryuji has in his heart.

"Let's know who did it that dared to break my car's brakes. What the hell does he want? Want me to die? Why not kill him?" Nakura was anxious and frustrated, he ruffled his hair.

"Here you go, don't talk about it anymore. Let's go home," Ryuji grabbed Nakura's hand, holding her. Deliberately diverting the conversation, Ryuji's ears long tired of hearing it. It's obvious here, he's the only culprit. But Ryuji won't tell you the truth, because Nakura will definitely hate him.

***

Ryuji accompanied Nakura all day. Bribing him a meal, chatting warmly with laughter.

Nakura is so happy that Ryuji is finally back as he was a few years ago.

"Your parents haven't come home from out of town?"

Ryuji sat on the single sofa, while Nakura lay on the long sofa.

"Yet. During this time there was rarely any news or phone calls from mama as papa," Nakura looked down lethargic.

"Yes, I'll definitely go home. Let's eat more of the fruit is still a lot. In the end, let's-"

"Healthy," Nakura interrupted.

***

Fumie sighed, she glanced at the clock that showed at 9 p.m.

"When can I go home?" his heart misses his mother at home.

Fumie refocused on her computer, carefully calculating the city's total construction tax.

After 2 hours, it was finally finished as well. Fumie rushed home, other employees had gone home early. Only security was on guard at the front door.

"Eh? Kirain had no one inside. Is there a lot of work from the boss?" ask Tom kindly.

"Not really, just a little. I'll go home first, sir? Don't forget to lock all the same rooms back gates as well" Fumie's message reminded, usually Tom likes to forget. Very prone to theft, especially tens of lots of money stored in a large safe room.

"Ready!"

Fumie only relied on her legs as a natural vehicle.

The highway is crowded, that alone is enough to make Fumie's heart calm rather than the quiet streets that will happen bad things.

'Until I forget to study, but tomorrow there's class, ' Inner Fumie. Something is lacking, learn. It takes a lot of time just for work and money.

When she got home, Fumie knocked on the door several times and called her mother. About 3 minutes his stepmother appeared to open the door.

"I'm home mom."

"Hmm, yeah, eat there. In the end, it has been difficult to cook even in the throw away. Mubadzir really became a child," his mother passed away, went back into his room continued a deep sleep seized.

Fumie's heart was happy when she came home from work at the dinner table there was already a breakfast menu. Ebi Furai and Riceball.

Fumie finished it with a sad face. If only her brother and stepmother had eaten together at a table with a chat and a guaru, that was the family harmony that Fumie wanted to date.

***

Today Nakura, Aoi and Ryuji want to provide food assistance to Fumie. Ryuji who drives and tasks Nakura or Aoi just gossiping so much that he forgets Ryuji's presence.

"Seriously? Then if Haruka cambek invited to the mall already seneng again?" nakura asked still could not believe Haruka's mood change.

Aoi nodded. "Haruka must forgive you just takes time."

"It's okay. We're not the enemy we used to be."

"Yes better be that."

"You guys have a really serious conversation and I'm not talking to you?" Ryuji glanced through the rearview mirror of the car, the two girls turned to look at him.

"It's a girl's business so don't bother," replied Nakura annoyed.

"Where's Fumie's house? Yes in your heart," Ryuji glanced at Nakura trying to round up his girlfriend.

"What the hell? Even the dreadlocks," Nakura murmured.

"Haha kidding. Today you're angry with me, why?" Ryuji was also astonished, usually Nakura was always spoiled if it was nearby.

"Regular, pregnant like. Or do not want something but not obedience" said Aoi.

"So!" both are compact.

After arriving at Fumie's house, they rushed down and said excuse me. Until the third time, then opened the door by stepmother Fumie.

"Fumie's? Sick, he's exhausted. Work until you forget to eat. You go home," throw it out.

"illness?" nakura asked still in disbelief. "It's okay we're just here to see Fumie for a second."

"OKAY. Don't you take it long."

In Fumie's room, Aoi and Nakura are the only ones who enter while Ryuji waits outside.

"Fever?" tanya Fumie sat on the chair, putting down Fumie's favorite meal, Wagyu Steak.

"Yes," Fumie nodded. "Body I'm so hot Aoi. My head is also dizzy. Want to eat really males because the bitter tongue was out of taking the medicine bought by the mother."

"Don't see a doctor?" nakura. "Who knows if you'll take care of him."

Fumie shakes. "No, it must be expensive. Mending at home, mother also has compressed me," considering that Fumie's heart was touched, whether there was any wind overnight her stepmother turned into a good-hearted fairy.

The flashback

"God! Wake up! Even sleep well. Cook it!" snapping Yasmin fiercely, his hand slashed roughly as clean as the covering wrapped on Aoi's body.

"Mom, mother. Mom, I-shh hot," Fumie's mouth crazily held back the burning heat.

Yasmin's worried. "hot? You feverish? Wait a minute, mom to the stall used to buy you medicine."

It only took a short time Yasmin had bought a fever-lowering drug. Her steps were very agile, Fumie pain made her heart feel uneasy as well as worried about becoming one. Because this is purely her maternal instinct.

"Here, you just eat a little and then take your medicine and rest. Do not be forced to work, after all there is no harm in your 2-day permit to your boss."

Fumie nodded. "Yes ma'am, I'm also exhausted because there were so many files last night. Until I get home late."

"A drink huh? Take a break let you heal quickly," Yasmin stepped away.

Fumie stared at her mother's departure.

"Why is it that if I'm sick, you're paying the same attention to me? Do I need to be sick every day so I can feel my mother's affection?"

Yasmin who had not yet fully left Fumie's room and hid behind the wall was stunned to hear Fumie's grievance.

Yasmin held back her sobs, shutting her mouth so as not to make a sound.

So, all this time Fumie just needs affection?

Yasmin's heart was completely guilty.

With a bold move, Yasmin returned in and approached the already closed Fumie, sleeping.

"Fumie," said Yasmin. Her lips landed softly on Fumie's forehead. "Mom loves you."

Sontak Fumie is shocked and finds her mother at close range.

"Mother?"

Yasmin stunned. "Yes?"

"Hug me mom" pinta Fumie.

Yasmin nodded. "I'm sorry mom? Mom's been rough with you all along."

"I'm sorry mom."

"Thank you son," 'son' a sentence Yasmin first said to Fumie whose status was not her own flesh and blood.

"I love mom."

Yasmin kissed Fumie's forehead a second time.

Flashback off

Tests.

Fumie crying.

"Eh? How crying?" ask Nakura panic dong.

Fumie wiped her tears. "Not really, it was a flickering."

"Yay deh, it's hard to guess if the mind of our kayak girls," said Aoi assented.

***

Mom is healing. I miss your best words that disturbed my days.

10:31 nights

See you around, though,