It's not my fault for taking your wife
BSMI 67's

Giany almost dropped a flat object that was in his grasp. Her tears just flowed down both sides of her cheeks. Suddenly guilt runs through the heart. How could he not be aware of all the forms of attention, care and protection that Allan showed to him.

The shadow of his encounter with Allan sprang up. How Allan protects him from Desta, how Allan showers him with the attention he unfortunately understands too late as love.

“Babylicious the me ..”

The woman had just discovered the reality of who the figure of Babylicious, someone whom Allan— loved that made her so curious. Opening a WhatsApp message that contained a chat with Allan, Giany only realized the name of the Babylonicious contact that Allan pinned was his number.

He put his phone in his arms and cried. Amir got confused himself why his master's wife suddenly cried until a hiccup.

“Mas Allan ..”

In a sudden sense of worry the glass door opened, displaying a female doctor coming out from inside the room. It feels like Giany's knee is limp. He would not be able to do it if something bad happened. Rising from his seat, he approached the doctor with tears that had been so difficult to stem.

“Doctor ... My husband is fine, right?” A question that speaks as if it represents the ultimate fear. Afraid of losing big.

The woman smiled. “Doctor Allan is okay. Only minor injuries to the back. Once aware it can be taken home.”

Relieved! That's all Giany feels. All the restless feelings that had taken over his mind instantly disappeared. But strangely, the tears never stopped flowing. Although all the worry was gone.

“Can I come in, Doctor?”

“Please.”

The doctor then passed. Giany glanced at Amir who appeared to be leaning against a chair. The man was also seen breathing deeply. Relieved to hear the news his master was fine.

“Pak Amir, I want to enter first.”

“Please, Bu ..”

Giany immediately left Amir and went inside. Walk through some curtains while glancing at the occupants inside. He found Allan lying behind the last curtain. Her husband had not realized after fainting after being hit by a large enough wooden block earlier.

“I'm sorry, Mas ..” He whispered in Allan's ear. Leaning his head on the chest of the field and solid it.

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Slowly Allan's eyelids began to open. A sigh began to sound from his lips. His eyes looked at the ceiling. Still between conscious and not, he didn't even know where he was. However, in his memory there was only one name, Giany ...

His consciousness began to return as a shadow of the incident had appeared in his memory. Where's Giany, is it okay? That's all he wanted to know.

The man also let out a long sigh when he found a woman leaning on the side of the bed in the face down position. Yeah, that's Giany. Maybe tired, so fall asleep there. Allan reached out his hand, rubbing the top of his head.

The gentle rubbing also managed to wake Giany. Slowly his head began to lift, his flickering fingers rubbed his eyelids.

“Mas is awake?” Seen a look of happiness and worry that fused in his gaze. Allan replied with a nod and a faint smile.

“Which hurts, Mas?” Asked in panic while touching some parts of her husband's body.

Of course that form of attention makes Allan flowery. He looked at Giany with love. “You're okay, right? No one was hurt?” Instead of answering, he asked back.

Giany shook his head, making Allan breathe freely. “Thank God. Why are you crying?” His hands stretched out to remove the clear liquid that soaked his wife's face.

Giany could not say anything more, he dropped his head leaning against Allan's chest. Waving her hands around her husband's body crying.

“I'm sorry, Mas!”

Allan did not reply, in his mind the question arose why the woman apologized. But all the questions disappeared, turning into a sense of warmth. He returned the hug, then rubbed his wife's long hair. When else can hug her like now without mode?

Allan just smiles herself enjoying the warm embrace of Giany.

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