IVAMORAS
Cools Heart

Elsewhere in the hospital, a man was sitting in a wheelchair overlooking a large garden. For a few days he did not come home, and did not want to be accompanied by anyone.

"Master" looks like a young man approaching doubtfully. Hoping to be able to re-persuade his master to do his therapy so that their affairs are soon finished.

"Go" is not consent but even expulsion that man can get.

"Master, come. You need to get into therapy right away" the assistant steps one step closer, at the risk of getting a knock. He no longer cared, this was all for the sake of his master's recovery.

"I said go ya go"

"Pity madam sir, there is a woman who is currently waiting for you at home. Please think about it." the assistant had to bring back the name of their mistress, and sure enough, at once the master no longer rebelled and refused. They also use their mistress's name.

Walking towards the room there was already someone waiting in front of the door, the man who was sitting in a wheelchair was silent ignoring with his face that looked flat.

But it was able to make the man who had been waiting for it smile, seeing his cousin who wanted to do the treatment alone had made his heart happy.

His cousin's recovery was the main one

Entering the room, the atmosphere again felt piercing, it was due to the unfriendly gaze of their master.

"Do it quickly, I want to go home soon" he said in a cold tone. Then lay his body on the bed with the help of the assistant.

Mora sat in the living room holding his cellphone in his hand, seen the screen of the phone that lights up showing a line of words 'ringing'. The woman looked upset herself, it had been a week but her husband did not come home. Though this time has exceeded the time promised her husband to go home.

During the time Karel left, Mora only gave news through messages, Karel only asked twice for a week. Maybe the guy is busy.

"Actually where he is" the woman again muttered softly, feeling really homesick. It was as if the desire was unable to channel because of their poor communication.

"Not lifted either" Mora sighed harshly, leaning her body on the sofa, the girl's eyes glazed over. Things like this alone have been able to make him think, lately he often thinks excessively. His attitude suddenly became grim.

"Excuse me madam" a maid came to Mora

"What's wrong bi ?" mora asked hurriedly neutralizing her eyes. To not look like crying.

"In front there is a guest mistress, he said to meet the madam." Mora nodded, not thinking too much about who was coming.

"Send to go in bi"

"Good madam" shortly after the maid's departure, two people came from the door, Mora was quite surprised to see her.

"Gracel" Mora looked at his friend who approached him with teary eyes. Behind the woman was Tama who was smiling faintly at her.

"Cock here not to say" Mora hugged the woman's body, and invited them both to sit down.

"You can, you'll see me too" Mora rubbed the woman's shoulder. For a moment Mora's gaze fell on Gracel's stomach, so she wanted to get pregnant too.

Gracel who understood where Mora's gaze went understood, suddenly his face turned moody and sad. She did not look at her husband who had been watching them.

"You're pregnant, you're gnarled. Hold can ?" mora asked smiling with sparkling eyes.

"Hold it"

"I can't wait for the birth, it must be funny rich you." Gracel smiled forcefully hearing that.

"Either Mor, I'm not too enthusiastic about this" Mora turned to Tama, looking at the man smiling wryly in his seat. Why try Gracel saying such hurtful words.

"You can't do that, God loves you so much in the love of the little angel." Gracel shrugged both of his shoulders.

"Have not discussed it again, we discussed the important thing." again, as if the sentence was slid again, Gracel did not realize that the sentence hurt her husband.

"Let alone Mora, it is difficult to tell someone whose heart has been filled with hatred." said Tama flat, Mora looked at the couple, they came to his house for a race against each other.

"All right, let's calm our minds first, let me ask auntie to make a drink okay." Mora stood up, walking towards the kitchen, leaving behind the unique couple.

Gracel was silent in his sitting, if it had been this way he would not dare to speak, he only dared to speak when there was Mora or someone else nearby. He also realized that Tama was currently staring intently at him.

"Where's your voice, breaking up ?"

Silent...

Silent...

Gracel did not open his voice at all, he lowered his head by twisting his finger.

"Let's see" cried the cold tama, and the speech was able to make the fur of Gracel's nape stand up.

"I'm just kidding" Gracel's great-granddaughter paled, her eyes reddened and back glazed.

"And I won't forgive, whatever concerns my son. Cam is that." Tama still speaks coldly, no matter how deep her love for the woman, she will not accept if it concerns her child.

They did not speak until Mora came with three glasses of juice.

"It's in the drink first, you must be thirsty right" Mora did not realize the look on Gracel's face that had pias like out of breath.

"Thank you, I need this to cool my heart to freeze" Tama said.