I HATE YOU, BUT
#72
ALENA POV
I was still trying to adjust my vision which was interrupted by the dazzling white light that made my eyes poignant. For a moment I wondered where I was right now. But when I saw the infusion tube stuck in my hand, I realized I was in the hospital.
“Sayang..”.
I turned to the side and immediately met the sight of my husband's handsome face. Without me realizing these lips were interested in forming a faint smile. That face, I said a thousand thanks in my heart for still being able to see it.
My memory floated back in the moments when a knife suddenly lodged in my arm and blood seeped out between the painful cracks. At that time I was very afraid, afraid that death would come to pick me up and I would not be able to meet Davian again. But now all that remains a memory because the fact that I am still breathing and my real husband is in front of me, smiling with a look that makes me feel loved.
“Da-Davian.” I frowned because the sound coming out of my throat was so small and hoarse. Gosh, how long have I been lying here so just talk I'm having trouble?
“Don't say much first, darling. I'll call the doctor.” Davian pressed the red button next to the bed. He looks happy and airy. My eyes began to blur as Davian looked at me. He returned my smile and bowed to kiss my forehead lovingly.
“You don't know how scared I am to see you continue to fall asleep like a baby, baby. I'm afraid you're going with our baby. For whatever sake, don't ever do this to me again.” Davian pleaded with her with a trembling voice. Those words made my eyes heat up and a speck of tears trickled down the corner of the eye. Davian loves me, he doesn't want to lose me and how I want to say that I love him but falters because Davian kisses my lips.
Warmth ran through every vein of my veins, including the nerves of my hands that were numb from the wounds.
“Bay..” I gasp. I frantically looked away at my stomach which was still swollen. Both of my hands hugged him possessively, wanting to make sure nothing happened to my son.
“He's fine,” the sentence instantly makes me sigh in relief. Thank God, because if anything happens I don't know what I can do to hurt myself. Davian noticed the fear on my face,
“This is all my fault. If I had taken care of you.” he said then stuck the back of my hand to his cheek. His eyes look at you with an apologetic look. I was full and could not see it.
“I don't blame you,” I hope my words can obliterate that sad look. I have no desire to blame him. I consider this event a trial for me.
The next second Davian grabbed me, although it did not hurt me but his embrace felt tight and comfortable. I let out a sigh of relief, it felt like I had not felt a warm embrace like this for a long time. The side of my hand held up his head which he rested on my shoulder. I turned my head so that I could bring my lips closer to his ears to whisper my feelings at this moment.
“I Love You.”
Although I couldn't see it, I could feel Davian smiling.
“I Love You Too” one lovely kiss I feel greeting my nape.
***
“How's Jeane?” I raised my head towards my husband who was standing behind the wheelchair, where I was sitting at the moment. We were in the hospital garden. I needed some fresh air, tired of the smell of drugs and alcohol that I've been breathing ever since I woke up.
“You don't have to worry about that,” Davian pecked at the top of my head.
“Malvin took care of it for us.”
“What will he be punished?” many doubt. I don't know how Davian responded to this and never dared to ask. But I should know. I wonder what Jeane's fate will be after the cruel act she committed on me.
Exactly what I thought, Davian did not answer right away. He just fell silent with his lips tightly shut. I pray in my heart that he doesn't try to hide anything from me.
“He will get the punishment for his actions.”
Whahuh? I held my breath in surprise. Shouldn't I be happy that Jeane is finally on trial, but why does my heart feel empty? I am not happy, happy, or satisfied. Davian knelt down beside the wheelchair, looking at me with sad eyes as if to ask for my understanding.
“Do you hate him for this incident?”
The question made me blink my eyes. To be honest, I was disappointed in Jeane. I had considered him a friend, but who would have thought it turned out in his eyes I could never be a friend. I squeezed my hand before answering.
“To be honest, I actually feel sad.” I admit it and Davian is shocked.
“What?”
“Jeane is a good girl. I think his attitude all along came about because he felt lonely. Even before he attacked me, he looked so familiar, cheerful, but he could not hide the sadness in his eyes. I, feel pity.” I looked at the dumbfounded Davian looking at me,
“I was angry with him. But, I am always ready to forgive him.”
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