Loving the Mafia
Wrongfully
"I'm waiting in the nursery." The sister stepped away.
Cazim approaches Chesy. Closer his face to the face of Chesy who is now in a sitting position.
They exchanged glances at such a close distance, Chesy caught the brown eye bead moving inside there. The eyes are so sharp.
"What are you doing? Why pretend to sleep?" furious Cazim. "You know what just happened was a life gamble, right? My heart, my life and everything was almost floating thinking about all this. You know I'm worried about you. I was so worried and you pretended to be asleep. What the fuck is this? You think my worried feelings are worth playing with? This is not funny!" Cazim's teeth are fattening.
Chesy just silently stared and stared, without fear. He's very calm.
"I must look like a fool. Kai deliberately toyed with me by pretending to sleep when you knew I was at the peak of great anxiety after a death-defying event. Really not funny!" Cazim attached the wheelchair to the bed with a strong jolt to cause a loud noise.
Brak!
Cazim lifts Chesy's body into a wheelchair. Pushing the chair out of the room in a rough motion. Regret peaked.
Chesy was silent. The pips on his neck really made him feel uncomfortable.
Cazim paused for a moment in front of the security guard on that floor. "Where's room number 56?"
"There, Mas," pointed Satpam in the opposite direction.
"Thank you." Cazim turned the wheelchair around and directed it to the designated room. His steps sounded heavy on the floor of the hospital hallway. From the jolt of her leg, Chesy knew that her husband was very angry.
Cazim stopped when he realized he had reached the end of the hall. Geez, because of emotions, he did not realize that he had passed through the room that should and now even reached the end of the hallway like this.
Cazim took off the wheelchair and approached the windowpanes that were the barriers and could connect his gaze directly to the outside.
"I just want to see the situation out of here." Cazim. It was clear that he had been blurred, and Chesy knew it.
Cazim swallows the room door handle at the right number. Then bring Chesy in. There was a nurse waiting there.
Cazim lifted Chesy's body and sat her down on the bed.
The nurse helps to attach the infusion hose to the gallows. He checked the tension and then left.
"Have you? Satisfied? Now you can laugh to see I'm worried about you half-dead. That's outrageous!" Cazim turned back, then stepped towards the door.
"Mas Cazim!" Chesy did not know why she had the strength to get off the bed, hugging the man's burly body from behind, tightly wrapping her arms around her husband's flat stomach.
Riveted, Cazim froze in place.
Chesy leaned her cheek against her husband's back.
"You said you wanted to see me angry again, right? But why are you angry?"
Cazim is still silent.
"If I die, the problem will be solved, right? But why doesn't God just die when I love you and you love Dusk?" connect Chesy.
Cazim's forehead is crimped sharply. Looking towards the head of Chesy who nyender but he can only reach a part of the veil.
"I love you" said Chesy, with a heart that felt like it had slipped out of place. His entire body suddenly seemed light after saying that sentence.
Seriate.