Miss Alexa
Longs

" Loh, why to the apartment!" said Hanum.

"I have an appointment, I'll take you home!" arkha answered when she stopped her car at the baseman. The man opened the door for Hanum, but the girl fell silent.

Not wanting to wait for long, Arkha again carried Hanum out of the car.

"Loh - the aburin tablets!" hanum said with a move. Arkha was silent, passing through the lobby and lowering the small body in front of the elevator and pressing the elevator button.

Arkha waited for Hanum to get into the elevator, grimacing and teetering Hanum into the elevator.

"It hurts?" asked the pitiful Arkha to see it too. It was seen that Hanum was enduring the pain.

Open elevator. Arkha immediately held Hanum back until the girl gave a startled cry. And sure enough, someone was already waiting in front of his apartment unit.

"It's been a while?" arkha asked her staff and dropped Hanum off her carrier.

"Just now, sir. If you haven't come yet, I want to wait in the lobby" said one of the staff at Arkha's office as he glanced at Hanum who was holding Arkha's arm to rest.

"Well, for a few days, you can call me on the phone if there's an obstacle" Arkha replied.

"Good, Sir. If so, excuse me, first!" said the man then left Arkha who now opened the door of his apartment.

This time he helped Hanum into his apartment. And bring it to a sofa in the middle room.

Arkha also slammed his body on the sofa and loosened his tie. Today he was so tired, there was a meeting with some clients, and Shakti's order to immediately return to the branch factory made him have to clean up the work that was here first.

"Sssstttt. "heard Hanum hissing in pain Arkha realized.

"You change clothes first! If you want to take a shower, it's also okay." bargain Arkha made Hanum shake his head quickly. The man got up and looked for the medicine box and crouched down in front in front of Hanum's leg wound.

"Here you have to change your pants, Num. How did Arkha treat him?" Arkha looked into those round eyes.

"I didn't bring a change!" answer Hanum.

Arkha took Hanum into his room to change.

"This is a skirt belonging to sister Arkha. Your clothes are wet too."

Hanum immediately pulled the clothes that Arkha had brought and went inside the bathroom. Arkha himself, changed clothes in the bathroom that was near the kitchen.

"Sister Arkha... "

"Sister." call Hanum when you don't see anyone when you're done changing.

With a limp, Hanum came out of the room looking for Arkha. The man also changed his clothes.

"The way is pretty good, when it comes to skirts!" hanum said when he found Arkha.

"Sister Arkha will treat your wounds."Hanum followed where the man was walking.

" Eh-but, don't lift the skirt!" Hanum held Arkha's hand as she was about to lift her skirt.

"Geez, I don't naf*u same boy as you, Num." said Arkha by giving Hanum a cleaning cotton swab.

"You'll make your own medicine, I'll make some food first!" arkha said then moved.

Arkha walks into the kitchen, he'll make spaghetti. Today, it was actually quite a tiring day plus meeting with the bar-bar boy who was quite troublesome.

After everything was ready, Arkha came back to the boy to eat.

"Well, haven't been treated yet?" arkha asked when she saw Hanum just sitting around.

"Silver!" hanum replied with a look at Arkha.

The man continued to clean Hanum's wounds and give him medicine.

"Perihhhh.. hik hik. "he shouted with his shoulder crouching under him.

"So soon the matter is gone." Arkha did indeed quickly treat Hanum's wounds. In fact, when he saw the white feet and touched the soft skin of the girl, his heart was pounding.

"Let's eat. I'll anterin you later." Arkha said by helping Hanum stand up.

"I sent a message to Brother Aleks to pick me up, but in a moment, he's just out of class" Hanum replied.

"Sister, in my bag there's grilled meatballs." Hearing Hanum's words, Arkha stood up to pick up Hanum's bag lying on the sofa.

"Do you like meatballs?" arkha asked to see the boy take out five stitches of burnt meatballs.

"Yes, just try it! It's really good." Connect Hanum by placing two stitches on Arkha's plate.

While enjoying an afternoon meal, they told him how Hanum had fallen. And, Hanum also told me that papa and his mother were following Kak Alenya.

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Shakti took off his wife heavily. If he had a choice he would hold Alexa, but his guilt for her left him with no reason to ban Alexa.

The black Mercy was on the verge of disappearing from the Villa courtyard. Sepi, there was no longer a figure that could relieve his fatigue at this time.

With a careless step he entered his room and then locked it. Shakti lay down her body on the bed, today she felt very tired, so the man closed his eyes.

"Well, what time is it?" Still closing his eyes, Shakti asked. He did not realize that he had been asleep for several hours.

The man opened his eyes, when there was no answer, and his hand felt the empty space that his wife usually had. She just left, but I miss her.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Shakti saw a clock hanging on the wall. The man woke up and was momentarily stunned. Normally Alexa would wake him up when he fell asleep in a work shirt.

Shakti took his phone. He started sending messages to his wife.

[I Miss You, Ay]

He waited long enough but there was no reply. Until he sent another message.

[Until where? Already eaten?] Shakti

[At the border of the city, was resting and eating.] Alexa

That means, his wife is still angry mode, Alexa will only respond to important things.

The man let out a long sigh, then stood up and walked towards the bathroom to clean himself up.

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In the greeting of a car that continues to go through a quiet road Alexa continues to daydream staring out the window.

She is angry with Shakti but she is also thinking about her husband. There are different flavors when they have to be far apart. After marriage, Shakti is like a part of him that can not be separated from his thoughts.

"Sister, what are you thinking?" ask Zoya who is sitting next to him. Whereas, Hans only glanced at his daughter from the rearview mirror. He could see the sorrowful eyes of his daughter.

No matter how hard man tries, sometimes there is something beyond his control.

"It's sleepy, Ma." Alexa spread her body with her head resting on her mother's thighs.

Yes as mature as a child, parents always assume their children still need to be protected and interpreted.

Zoya rubbed her daughter's head gently. She is still like little Alexa who always asks to be stroked in the head when she feels sad and disappointed.