I HATE YOU, BUT
#13

Alena has made a strong heart. He will leave the apartment tonight. No matter what happens to Davian, he just wants to save his wounded heart. He was already in the car preparing to leave when the phone in his sweater pocket vibrated. He reached into his phone and blinked when he saw Davian's number appear on the screen. At first he wanted to ignore it but his heart suddenly riled up. His heart is pounding. What kind of bad feeling is this?

“Hallo?” finally, Alena relented after a fight with her own mind. He decided to answer.

“Alena..”.

“Davian, what's wrong with you?” Alena interjected in panic because the voice of Davian she heard from the phone was so slow and weak, like withstanding pain. For a moment he forgot that they had just had a big fight.

“Can you come? I need your help.”

“Of course. Tell me where are you?”

“I don't know,” Davin's voice is getting weaker. Alena moved frantically in her seat.

“Good. I'm gonna do something. You just need to make sure the phone stays on.” After disconnecting the call, Alena activates the GPS on her phone to track Davian's whereabouts via the cell phone signal. After discovering Davian's whereabouts, Alena immediately drives her car to where Davian is.

Aren't we fighting?

Alena only realized it when she was on her way. How could he so easily get lost after the man said the word divorce to her? Why did he so easily obey what Davian said?

“No, you can't be selfish, Alena. Who knows Davian's in trouble. I have to come see him first,” Alena has established the heart. Now the desire of his heart to meet Davian is much stronger.

•••

Alena was surprised when she stopped her car where Davian was, she saw a car that hit a tree. Hand vibrates. It cannot be wrong to see. She knew clearly the shape, color of the paint, until the license plate of her husband's car. Without a second thought Alena immediately got out of the car and ran to the car whose front had been rattled.

Anxious, tears just spilled in the corner of Alena's eyes. She couldn't imagine if something happened to her husband. No, Davian should be fine.

“Davian, answer me!!” Alena once again knocked on the window glass a little harder. He couldn't look inside because the windshield was dark. Added to the minimal ambient lighting.

“Whispering. I'm here!!”

Alena's body stiffened at the cold voice she was familiar with. He blinked happily, it was Davian's voice! He walked around the car and how relieved when he found the figure of Davian sitting on the grass on the side of the car. He let out a sigh of relief and quickly walked over to Davian.

“You okay??” panicked scab. Davian leaned his back against the side of the car and grimaced.

“Iya. Just my hand sprained,” he said as he raised his left hand with great difficulty.

“What??” Alena immediately grabbed Davian's hand.

“It should be treated immediately. Wait here for a while,” Alena rushed to pick up the First Aid box that she had stored in the trunk of the car. Davian nodded and watched Alena help him.

For a while now, Davian still thought Alena would refuse to answer his call. If that happens, maybe he will spend the night here until someone helps him tomorrow morning. He was so scared. Now he's relieved.

“Grow your hand,” Alena's voice shocks her. He stretched out his hand while occasionally grimacing in pain as Alena started smearing her hand with ointment and massaging it slowly.

Davian was stunned by the face of Alena who treated him diligently. He found a worried look in his eyes. I don't know why Davian was moved to know that. He had bet on himself. Which one of Jeane and Alena will respond to her phone call. For a moment he still wished for Jeane to come to his aid. But apparently his expectations were misaddressed. He knew now, that really paying attention to him sincerely was only Alena.

Alena never demanded anything from him. The girl was very patient even though she was sometimes difficult to control.