Mr. Ergan's Secret Wedding
Wound Medicine

"When there's a ghost or a bad person what?"

"The ghost doesn't exist, there are bad people like you." Ketus Amelia because Ergan keeps talking. Amelia knew that Ergan was trying to scare her.

"Who said I was bad? You're the one who threw me in a can but didn't apologize. Who is that evil?"

Amelia stopped then glanced at Ergan in annoyance. Ergan's handsome face always hypnotized her to talk ketus. He was afraid of being tempted and more fascinated with Ergan's charming face without reproach, even perfect with a high and muscular posture.

Amelia relented, she breathed out violently and spoke softly. "All right, dear Om, I'm sorry about yesterday's incident. I wasn't intentional."

Amelia smiled sweetly after her sentence ended. Even though it was late at night, but the street light was very bright. Amelia smiled showing her dimples that looked so sweet on Ergan's eyes.

"I'm sorry?" Ergan seemed to think while waiting for Amelia's reaction.

"If you don't want to, don't! I've apologized twice. I think that's more than enough!" Amelia was upset. He had seriously apologized but Ergan replied with a joke.

"But my forehead still hurts."

"Lied!"

"No believe? Look at it." Ergan brought her face closer, revealing her forehead which was still blue to a distance of only a few inches from Amelia's face.

Amelia was stunned to see Ergan's face so close. The smell of typical citrus of Ergan's expensive perfume lurks in his sense of smell.

Dugm! Dugm! Dugm!

'Oh, my heart, why is it beating so much faster? Looks like I have to check-up the hospital so as not to be dangerous when flying.' Inner Amelia.

"Eh, don't be whizzing!" Amelia pushed Ergan's chest but Ergan's burly body did not move at all.

"Why deket? I want you to treat and treat my wound until it heals."

Ergan pointed at her forehead, but her black manic did not move from Amelia's tiny lips.

"Om is a man, isn't it? Such small wounds do not need to be treated as well as heal on their own. Don't look for a chance!" Annoyed Amelia.

"So you don't want to?"

"No, it's so lazy!"

"If you don't want to treat my wounds, then I will continue to bother you every day." Threaten Ergan.

Unknowingly, they are now in front of Ergan's house. Ergan immediately pulled Amelia's hand into her house.

"Eh.. play pull, freelance!" She turns to Amelia while pulling her hand which holds a packet of fried rice, while the other hand hits Ergan's hand.

"Obati lukaku first, you just came home." Ergan continued to pull Amelia's hand up to the door.

"But I'm hungry, I want to eat. Tomorrow-afternoon. I promise Om." Reject Amelia trying to find an excuse.

"I want it now! you ate it at my house."

"But I..."

"No buts! Come inside!"

Ergan opens the door of the house and pulls Amelia to a sofa.

Amelia circulated her gaze inside, Ergan's house was indeed very luxurious. Although the type of house Ergan and mesnya the same, but the contents inside are very different. Ergan home furniture and design is very luxurious and classy. Amelia became curious, why there was no one in the house this big.

Maybe they're asleep?

"Where are people?"

"Don't you see me?"

"I mean besides you."

"Is that necessary?"

Amelia sat down on the sofa, putting her plastic fried rice on the table.

"You need to, if there's no one but us, I'd better go home!"

"They're asleep." Ergan lies, she does not want Amelia to come home quickly because Ergan still wants to be with her longer.

"Oh."

Ergan walked up the stairs and then turned to look at Amelia. The girl was still standing holding the fried rice inside the plastic bag.

"Ngapain dumbfounded? You're in the kitchen." Ergan pointed at the kitchen with her chin.

"Take the medicine in the room, will you come?"

"No, but not for long. I'm scared myself."

"If there is no fear in the streets. But inside the house was scared. What are you afraid of?"

Without waiting for Amelia to answer, Ergan went up the stairs one by one. After a few minutes, he came back down with the medicine in his hand.

"Fear you." Inner Amelia.

Amelia headed for the kitchen, confused about where the plates and spoons and glasses were. Ergan's kitchen was very clean and all the kitchen supplies were put in the kitchen set cabinets.

"Where are the plates?" Monologue Amelia while opening the cabinets one by one, "Basic humans are weird, love to make sense and take advantage of the situation." Gerrutu Amelia was upset.

"You're swearing at me, aren't you?" Ergan suddenly appeared.

"No Om! where's the cure here." Amelia turned her ladder. He had to quickly go home so that the fried rice would not cool down.

Ergan squinted at the packet of fried rice on the dining table, "Why don't you eat?" Ask Ergan.

"Home alone, if it's here, I can't finish everything."

"If you eat at home, are you willing to finish?"

"There are friends who help me eat."

"I'll help you, just a minute." Ergan stood up to take the plate and spoon, put it on the table then took the glass and filled it with drinking water. Ergan then moved the fried rice plate and placed it in front of Amelia.

"Eat, I don't want you to get sick from eating late. Who will take care of my wounds if you get sick?"

'Didih, PD very nih Om, who is the one who takes care of his wounds.do not layyaw.., but why can he be so gentle and considerate? I think he's very hot and coercive. Duh, why do I think of him too? Just take the food doang, it's a normal time..!' Inner Amelia.

"Hey, why daydream? Let's eat."

"No! where's medicine?"

"The medicine, after you eat."

Not wanting to argue anymore, Amelia fixed her sitting position then enjoyed the fried rice in front of her voraciously. While Ergan who sat beside him continued to pay attention and swallowed the saliva many times. Want to feel

"You want to eat too?" Ask Amelia.

"No boy?"

"Great boy, take the plate."

"That's aja. I just want to try."

Amelia took a spoon and fed Ergan. Ergan narrowed her eyes as it turned out that the fried rice sold on the roadside in front of her complex was quite tasty on her tongue. Maybe because being fed to a beautiful girl tastes better.

One, two, three mouthfuls to one plate of rice they both spent.

Ergan drinking the rest of the water in Amelia's glass made Amelia glare.

"That's my drink, aren't you ilfil?"

"No, it's like it's sweet."

"cz.. That's a drinking water ad."

"You know what? people say, drinking someone else's drink means indirectly we've kissed."

"No! Don't think anything weird! Here, give me the cure." As fast as lightning Amelia snatched the medicine from Ergan's hands.

"Why rush? I just finished eating." Ergan tried to buy time. Amelia's existence in this house greatly comforted her heart that was being hit by grief and languish.

"If you knew what really hurt my heart. would you treat it?" Bathin Ergan's.

"I must rest, tomorrow morning must go to work." Obviously Amelia while opening the lid of the medicine.

"Oh yeah, we haven't met." Ergan stretched out her hand, "Ergan."

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