I'm Not a Seductive Woman
Trauma with lies

“Honey, I'm leaving ya!” kenan said by phone, while running quickly to the elevator and out of the building owned by Adhitama.

“Yes, I also left,” said Hanin who also walked out of the main residence of the husband by car and driver Rasti.

“Hatti-heart, Darling.”

“You too, By.”

Then they both hung up the phone. Kenan and Hanin were about to rush to the hospital.

In the lobby, Misya came back to this building.he insisted on the receptionist to get inside. However, the receptionist woman still held Misya back.

Trings

The elevator that Kenan climbed right up to the lobby and opened up after the sound. Kenan went straight out, walking down while scratching his slightly itchy temple and one more hand in his pocket.

Across the street, Misya sees Kenan coming out of the elevator.

“That's who I'm looking for,” says Misya. “Ken.”

Kenan kept walking straight ahead and ignored the call.

“Kenan,” cried Misya as she ran towards him.

Kenan looked over and his steps stopped. He saw Misya running over.

“Downess.” Misha still called out with bawling breath. “It's hard to meet you.”

“What's up, Mis?” asked Kenan while standing up and put both of his hands into his pocket.

Kenan's dashing and masculine style, further fascinated Misya.

“Sorry, Ken. I'm just here to see you.”

“Yes, we've met, then?” ask Kenan.

“Did Marcel and I wrong you?’ Misya asked back, making Kenan's forehead wrinkle.

“You mean?”

“You weren't like this, Ken. But why now, my phone and messages never reply. Not even coming to your office. Why?”

“I just want to keep my wife feeling,” replied Kenan firmly.

Then, he immediately walked back to his car that had been prepared in front of the lobby.

Misya goes after Kenan. “But Hanin doesn't know?”

Kenan's steps came to a halt and stared intently at Misya. He laughed wryly. “Mis, I don't know you any more. You were not like this.”

Kenan resumed his path and left Misya.

“Alright, I'm sorry if it bothers you. But actually I'm just here to say thank you, Ken. I thank you for accompanying Marcel that night.” Misya quickly adjusts Kenan's steps, until they arrive in front of Kenan's car.

Kenan opened the door of his car and Misya still held the door.

“Oke, I've received your thanks. Clear!” Kenan shrugged his shoulders, declaring to Misya that their business was done.

“You changed a lot, Ken,” said Misya with her arms propped up on the open car door.

Kenan is already in the steering chair. “Nothing has changed, Mis. I am like this.”

Misya took a rough breath and bowed lethargic. He let go of the car door that Kenan was about to close. Maybe it seems that he does not need to be curious about what Rasti said at that time.

However, suddenly Misya screamed. “Aaaaa..”.

Suddenly, Kenan opened the car door again.It turns out the three middle fingers of Misya are still attached to the door of the car that Kenan wants to close.

“Misya, are you okay?” kenan asked frantically and immediately held onto Misya's hand.

“Aaa .. pain ... pain, Ken.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Kenan stroked Misya's hand which was clamped by the car door. “Part of your finger why is there anyway, Mis?”

“I haven't let go of my hand from here, but you've closed the door.”

Kenan breathed. He looked at the three injured fingers and two damaged Misya nails, then bled.

“Come to hospital!” Take Kenan and ask Misya to get in her car.

“You have-there anyway, Mis,” Kenan grumbled in the car.

Misya also pursed her lips. He did not accept Kenan's diomeli, but according to him this was the man's fault that was too indifferent and indifferent earlier.

“You who closed the door carelessly. My hand hurts.”

“Sorry.” One hand Kenan took Misya's hand and stroked her.

While one more hand to drive with an occasional glance mellyrik towards Misya's fingers that do look sad. “It must hurt.”

“Sick, Ken. What's my finger broken?” ask Misya.

Misya's heart re-flowered with Kenan's treatment, whereas Kenan did this purely because of his guilt. What is more, the victim is a woman.

“But your finger can still be moved ‘kan?”

“Means not broken.”

Arriving at the hospital, Kenan immediately embraces Misya and holds her injured hand towards the emergency room. He wants Misya to get treatment immediately so as not to get an infection. He was also worried that the soft bone in the finger was cracked, because Kenan closed the door of his car a little tight.

In the lobby, Hanin had just arrived at this hospital. For some reason, Kenan took Misya to the same hospital, because previously in Kenan's brain was about to go to this hospital.

Hanin sees her husband walking hastily towards the IGD with an obscure woman. He ran a little and walked quickly to follow Kenan from a distance.

Fifteen minutes, Misya's hands were instantly treated. Right in front of Misya's seat, Kenan sat there.

“Nothing cracked and broken right, Doc?” ask Kenan.

The doctor smiled and shook his head. “No.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” Kenan breathed a sigh of relief.

Misya's nails are blue because of the blood in them that does not come out.

“This blue nail is going back to the beginning right, Doc?” ask Misya.

“Of course, Bu.”

Misya's three fingers were bandaged and she was prescribed so as not to get infected.

“Mis, I'm sorry,” said Kenan.

“I'm wrong, I should have pulled my hand from your car door immediately.”

Both smiling.

“Try me see?” kenan asked by taking Misya's hand in a bandage. “Sorry, your activities will be disrupted for the next week.”

“It’s ok,” replied Misya smiling.

Outside the room, Hanin was still standing. He could hear the conversation of the two people inside, because the door was not closed and the room seemed quiet, so their voices echoed a little.

“Ken, there's something I want to ask.”

“What?’ kenan asked by turning his gaze from Misya's hand to her face.

“What did Mami say that time was true? Did you ever like me?”

Deg.

Behind the door of the room, Hanin heard Misya's question.

“Ya.” Kenan.

Instantly, Hanin's chest rumbled. He hurried to leave the room with a sad heart. Hanin left with an unfinished word Kenan explained. Somehow Hanin's heart immediately hurt when he heard the husband's confession to the woman's question, but previously, Kenan replied that there had never been a woman he liked other than himself, when he asked about the past. But, it turned out that Kenan was lying and that lie was hurting Hanin's heart at the moment.

Really, Hanin is traumatized by male lies, because he once got a lie from Gunawan. And this time, he no longer wanted to get the lies of the second man he loved, even the love he gave to the second man after Gunawan, he said, from the love he had given the man.

“Why that time, you should say never liked any woman other than me. Though if you are honest, I will not be as sad as this to hear it,” Hanin murmured in between her bow to the obstetrician's room that used to check on her.

In the IGD room, Kenan still explains Misya's question.

“I just like you, Mis. To love does not mean to love. In the past, I only admired your gentle and submissive figure.”

“Means I was the first woman you liked?’ ask Misya again.

“Then. Ja. But now for me, I just like and love my wife. For me Hanin is the first and last woman I love and I love. The rest I don't think of anymore.”

Jamb.

Misya's heart was instantly sliced. Himself rejected. Yes, he finally got a rejection from Kenan.

“What if I used to know your feelings and not be betrothed, we would be together?” ask Misya who now has tears. “I liked you a long time ago, Ken. But I dare not reveal until finally I was betrothed.”

“That's destiny, Mis. Although at that time we both know each other's feelings, maybe still not a match because we are not destined to mate. Excel loves you very much. You are happy with him and now even though Excel is gone, but you have a proud son who will make you happy.” Kenan took his breath.

“Believe that all that God gives is best for us. Now I am happy with my wife. Maybe, if we were together, we didn't get the happiness we get now. You understand!” say Kenan again.

Misya looked down while crying. He was ashamed of Kenan, he was ashamed because the last few weeks were so after him.

Then, Kenan glanced at the watch on his right wrist. “Oh, ****. I forgot my promise to Hanin. she must have been waiting.”

Kenan stood up from his seat. While Misya turned her head to look at Kenan.

“Hanin schedule regular checkups at this hospital. Sorry I stayed, Mis. I called Marcel to come here and pick you up. Again sorry,” Kenan patted Misya on the shoulder.

Misya smiled. “I'm sorry for bothering you. Thanks for your explanation, Ken. I'm no longer curious.”

Kenan also smiled. “You have Marcel, Mis. Valuable asset that will always be by your side someday.”

Misya smiled and nodded.

Then, Kenan immediately walked out of the room.His long legs, quickly stepped towards the wife's examination room.

“Definitely Hanin has waited a long time there,” muttered Kenan in between his footsteps towards that place.

Eventually, Kenan was able to complete the Misya. Women are indeed very easy to get carried away with feelings, just because of Rasti's words, Misya became curious like this. But he was relieved, because at last the past was finished, Although he was confused because he felt there should be no need to say ‘ past unfinished’ because he and Misya had not started.

Kenan smiled, when from a distance he saw the figure of the woman he loved was sitting alone there. Kenan increasingly walked quickly to accompany his woman who was sitting dreamy. He did not know that the woman's heart and mind were struggling in a crisis of confidence in him.