Holy Marriage
Malu
Anna frowned in fear. Oh, my God, cover me! Anna's whisper in her heart. Slowly he raised a frightened face, looking at Alan who was staring at him flatly. Anna's body felt as limp as cotton, her world felt extremely horrifying at that moment. Finish him.
Anna turned her body to leave immediately, but the heel in her legs was difficult to control, her legs slipping with the position of her feet hitting the floor. Aw, what a terrible reality that day. Anna confirmed the position of her legs back upright then half ran away from the room, passing everyone who was staring at her with astonished looks. I don't know, Anna doesn't know what they think of her. He just wants to get out of there.
Anna grimaced with pain in her leg. He found fresh blood flowing near the eyes of the feet. He did not realize if the glass had hit the eye area of his foot. Three steps before actually reaching the exit, Anna took off her high heels and lined her up because she could not stand the pain that spread to the chest.
What is this place? Anna looked puzzledly at the spacious room she entered. Just sturdy poles and a few hotel servants passing by there.
Anna got the wrong door. The building was too spacious and had many doors, Anna forgot where the exit was.
And now how? Should Anna go back into the party room and traverse the people who were looking at her with a look of astonishment? No. gabe. Anna doesn't want to be there anymore.
Anna wiped away the tears that had been out since when it rolled on her cheeks. The feeling is raging. Afraid that something bad will happen after this, he was also confused about where to go. His steps were tricked into finding the door.
“Lewat here!”
Anna looked at the source of the voice.
The deg!
His heart stomped loudly at Alan who pointed at the door with his flat face.
***
Anna nodded, both of her palms covering her face.
“Hiks... huuhuuuuu..”.
Alan sipped bo*ol tea which only half contained. One bottle of it was the same drink. Tired of asking questions over and over again, Alan let Anna cry as much as she could. He leaned his back against the back of the chair, his beads sweeping the view in the city park. A cool breeze stroked the skin of his face.
Alan turned his head when he no longer heard sobs.
“This!” Alan handed the bottle of drink towards Anna, the girl had already opened her palm.
“Where is the straw?” lirih Anna's.
Alan looked at Anna. The girl's eyes were swollen, the tip of her nose was red like a guava. His face was puffy and tangled. Her makeup was destroyed. How is Anna's face not fucked up? He cried for almost an hour.
“Drink directly from the bottle,” Alan replied.
Anna obeys. Sipping drinks until they run out.
“What makes you cry? Is it because of holding pain in the leg, or because of something else?” Alan stared at the wound on Anna's leg that had been wrapped in gauze.
Anna raised her face, then looked back down, looking at her feet. He recalled cleaning his wound, checking if there was glass embedded in his leg, and giving him medicine and dressing him with a bandage that Alan bought at a nearby pharmacy shortly after leaving the hotel. Anna looked at her own shoulders. Alan's suit was attached to his body. I don't know when Alan put that suit on his body. Maybe Alan was concerned to see Anna's chest soaked after being doused in drinks to show her cleavage. Alan's large, overstuffed coat, covered his chest. Until this moment Anna still did not understand what Alan thought of her, whether angry, upset, pity, or even wanted to curse her. So far Anna has not been able to understand Alan's unpredictable nature.
TB