Married by Accident
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Finally, I stopped slacking around his house. Now I always go in, even though sometimes my mind hurts but my heart needs to just look at it. Before I was not like this, I divided my life in equal portions. Worship, career, family, friends and love all go hand in hand. Never thought he would part with her.

But after this happened, I forgot about the others. My life is only about Bambang, I feel so in love after I lose. Without seeing her I was agitated, without hearing her voice I was restless, without knowing she was okay I panicked. It all happened when he belonged to someone else. I'm sorry, I haven't been a good lover.

Now I always have a reason to see him. Today I brought him honey, to maintain the condition of his body, this real honey I got a delivery from my mother. He was very happy to receive it.

"Mother also send greetings to you, papa said you are not the ex, but the news of your marriage is very excited in the village can somehow spread so."

Bambang did not reply, he just lowered his head deep in thought.

"I'm not in a good position to defend myself, I just hope my family can be patient with this ordeal and also patient with the neighbor's talk, however guilty I am. So there's nothing I need to argue with." His tone sounded very sad and resigned.

"Propay Bam, remember don't worry about me, how is Airina?"

"Start improving Win, already starting to be able to talk."

"You?"

"I'm good too, you can see I'm healthy."

"Don't feel too guilty, Bam, that's the key to your problem."

"Thank you, yeah."

"Can I ask Bam?"

"Please, Wind."

"Are you sure once Airina recovers she'll accept this marriage?"

"I haven't thought that far Win, I'm just focusing on my current responsibilities." The answer is really not to make me satisfied, I have not found a good reason to really leave.

The next day I came again, no matter how tired after work I would still have the remaining energy to meet Bambang and even help take care of the girl.

But when I came, conditions were not good. He came back crying roaring for some reason, I don't know what the trigger was. I had just entered while Bambang was persuading him to calm down.

What the hell am I looking at? Bambang hugged the girl and held her back who thrashed. It seems like it has been going on for quite a while, I see Bambang quite exhausted.

"Win, please get me the medicine box in the back cabinet!" her screams asked me to do something, the girl's screams were ear-splitting.

I immediately ran and looked for the box that Bambang meant immediately I gave it to him.

Deftly with just 1 hand Bambang took an injection that already contained the drug in it. And I saw Bambang's new skill here, he injected the liquid into the girl's arm. Then tenderly stroked her messy hair. Not long after that the girl calmed down and fell asleep in Bambang's arms. I jealous? Hugely.

I don't know why I feel like Bambang is starting to love this girl. His gaze, his demeanor, even his body gestures. It would be a lie if he said it was just a responsibility. Many times the girl told him to stay away and went Bambang still did not loosen his embrace. The girl's talk and mockery called Bambang a murderer, but Bambang did not budge. Although I know, Bambang is very disturbed by the killer label that continues to be given to him.

I can't see it, I have to go. Feeling the pain of my heart breaking. I decided I would never go there again.

But I can't, just hang on for a day. For 4 years together I have never felt an addiction this bad. Why is this feeling present when Bambang is no longer with me. I then decided to come again. Bambang was combing the girl's hair when I came. In the midst of her ordeal, how lucky was the girl to get such attention from Bambang.

I waited for him on the porch, I couldn't stand to see him. I was just pretending to be okay. I jealous? Nah! I'm envious.

"Sorry Win, the nurse who used to come again has a need so I'm the one who does it all."

"I didn't think you could do it" I said half-literate, trying to cover up my jealousy.

I don't know what happened, the girl screamed and cried again, but when Bambang came out she was asleep. Bambang swiftly ran up to him. Naas again happened, the girl was already standing up to welcome Bambang with a bottle in her hand and thrown into Bambang's head.

Blood was once again pouring out, it felt like such energy was too great for a girl. And this time I was wrong, it was the bottle of honey I gave. I forget.

I was so angry, suddenly a great courage appeared. I pushed him into his room and locked him up. Without a care for anything else I immediately brought Bambang back to the clinic that time.

Bambang got stitches back on his head. This time I felt wrong too. It was me who brought it. Lucky this time. Bambang does not have to stay. In the midst of my worries and panic, Bambang smiled at me. The long smile I longed for, the long lost smile from his face.

"Don't look at me keep on Win!" he said it woke me up from the daydream.

"You can smile when things are like this."

"Thank you for always being there."

"Don't we be friends." It's hard to say this, but I'm trying.

"That's why you don't have to smile, I'll be fascinated again."

"Do I have to cry?"

"Yinjangaan!"

"What am I supposed to do?"

"It's normal!"

Then we both laughed, happy to see her cheerful again.

"Bam, think about your safety. Give the best care for the girl, too dangerous you face it alone. Take care of him in the right place!"

"You mean in a mental institution?"

"It doesn't mean you're not responsible Bam if he's taken care of there, you can keep coming and watching."

"You don't understand, Win," he said after sighing heavily.

"I could have done it, but if you knew Airina was hurt. Among us he is the most wounded. I can't escape that wound, Win."

"But your safety is threatened, this is the second time."

"If it has to be exchanged for life I willing Win, honestly the more Airina hurt me the less guilt I have. If I had to get hurt and hurt to the point of being bad, I would be happy. Because the guilt evaporates too."

I ran out of words with Bambang's answer. It seemed that the guilt in his heart was not a playful thing.

"I'm determined to devote my life to Airina. I must be a protector to him, a substitute for his parents. I don't know what my life will be like. I'm sincere, Win."

"I always pray, that you may be given the same sincerity Win."

My tears fell without my being able to hold. Bambang, why did this feel so great after you left?

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