Husband, Honey Mouth Poison
Piqued

POV Raisya's.

I'mawakened. My eyes looked around the room. I was in a room with a very elegant interior accent. The impression is classic, white with floral motifs dominating the pattern in the room.

"How are honey." The heavy sound was shocking. He emerged from behind the door

"Who is he? Why call me honey? Am I her lover?" I scrunched my forehead, because I couldn't remember anything.

"I'm glad you can wake up, baby. Are you hungry?" She smiled sweetly at me.

I could only look at him without being able to answer him.

For a year I was in a coma. Fortunately Peter and Sarah patiently took good care of me.

Today they call it the day of my birth, where I regained consciousness and woke up again from my old sleep.

After I realized, it turns out there is still much that I have to live related to my physical health including walking therapy, and surgery in some parts of my body as well as my face. Even after plastic surgery I didn't recognize my face.

Of course, treatment during this time, certainly requires no small cost. Brother Sarah and Peter were the ones who helped me to this very moment. Me, without them what it would be.

I will learn to be patient, for me this is my second chance to live again. Once I'm healthy, I don't know where to start. Because Peter has a facial and body care clinic, he made me his model photo.

From there I was happy to take pictures. And I tried to upload my photos more professionally and I created some content that I found interesting.

As a result, my hard work has liked a lot. I got a lot of endorsement offers and from there Peter's clinic was growing forward. I'm happy to see the people who have been helping me grow.

As the offer after offer grew, I asked Sarah to be my manager to take care of all sorts of contracts and other work-related ones. Then Sarah quit her profession to become a doctor because she was busy taking care of my work all this time.

From there I enjoyed my life, and I began to depend on Peter and Sarah.

This year Sarah brought me back to Indonesia. Even though I don't know who I am, I just follow him. But unfortunately, there was some work Peter had to finish so Sarah left first and I was only able to leave a month later.

I finally set foot in my country of birth. According to Brother Sarah I have been three years unable to go home for my own health reasons. I'm so happy to be here especially when I'm going to meet my family that I don't remember all this time.

When I arrived at the airport, I went to the toilet and a child with a hooded fur skin hit me. For a moment I was impressed by her appearance, already beautiful hooded, bule again. I helped him up and left him because Peter called me.

Sarah picked us up at the airport. Then I took me to his apartment before leaving to see my parents and we were planning a vacation to Bali to celebrate my third birthday. Ha ha is like a toddler, I think.

When I rested, I helped Sarah open the door because there was a belt on the door of her apartment. It just so happened that Sarah was preparing a table for our lunch.

And to his surprise, the guests at the door, one of them was the girl who had hit me while in the airport toilet. I think they're guests, sister Sarah, and I don't really want to know what that has to do with Sarah's sister.

I'm trying to get to know the boy. It turns out his name is Michel, then in front of what is the face of the bule is his father Michel? What does this have to do with my brother. Sarah's? Why did he call her Aunty? Ah. that was not able to ask me because my stomach was rumbling to be filled.

Because he was confronted I automatically want to not be able to see his face. Although I've been hanging out with Peter for a long time but my feelings are not what they are now. I feel like I have an interest in the man in front of me. Sometimes I steal a look at him even though he looks cool not at all looking at me.

Since the beginning I have chosen the spicy chicken menu because I like it very much. Either because Sarah cooks the menu a lot or I basically like it. I really enjoyed the taste of that chicken. Although a burning, hot sensation was felt in my mouth and esophagus, I still devoured the chicken quietly.

Until I felt movement in my thigh area. The fingers tickled and I was disturbed. I think that's very disrespectful. Although I wear short clothes but if treated like that I feel insulted.

I looked at the man in front of me. At first I was interested, my judgment changed after he dared to be disrespectful or harass me with movements under the table.

Then I glared at him, but he acted innocent like he was asking something 'What? Why?'

Still in looking at each other, the movement was repeated again. I was irritated and angry until I kicked her leg and spontaneously her leg made a bang on the table. The plates and glasses moved and sounded as a result of our actions.

Sarah thought it was an earthquake. Everyone at the table saw Sarah who was shocked.

After that, the man in front of me looked displeased. Dai glanced at Peter with the gaze of a thousand questions. Peter shakes his shoulder in response to 'not knowing.

The man then bowed like he was confused and embarrassed. Then he made a sound.

"Sorry Brother Sarah can I move places with Brother Sarah?

" What does he mean if he wants to sit next to me?" I saw him with a disapproving face.

"Ee.. good." Brother Sarah agreed to it and sounded nervous.

The two switched places, then we continued our meal even though I myself seemed to have lost my appetite.

"Why is the meal not continued?" That even sounds like insulting.

"It's up to me to go on or not." I answered him with a sniffle. Then I stood up to finish my meal because I was upset. Everyone looked at me with astonished eyes.

After washing my hands I went into the room to avoid contact with the man. I immediately surfed with social media to see the development of followers and comen netizens. For a moment I forgot what happened. Until Sarah comes into my room.

"What exactly happened?" Apparently Sarah was curious about my change of emotions.

"No pa-pa."

"You think you said the earthquake was real?"

Don't forget to stop by in my temen novel on this one. Don't forget to like and comment. happy reading 🥰😍j