My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Define Differently

His sleep was restless, often Excel woke up because Naja's speech imprinted clearly in his subconscious. Until the morning, the man's head felt throbbing and dizzy. The pillow behind him sounded quiet from the regular, smooth breath that used to accompany him.

Rushing to get up, Excel immediately left after making sure Naja had vanished from there. Expecting much on the occasion of a still-dark and cold morning, Excel leads the step down. Scrambling his hair, Excel set his sights on his wife's beloved area. The sound of the cooking device clinking, made his smile expand. Decis the sound of oil splashing echoed in the hearing room of the man who stepped hastily.

But the man's steps stopped when all the sounds disappeared, changing the ringing of the phone that made the woman in front of him wipe her hands and snatch the phone to his ear.

“Ya ...,” greeted his wife as she lifted an egg from the frying pan that seemed to be puffing smoke. Excel jumped full of worry when Naja's hand was almost hit by the edge of the pan that looked still hot.

“Discreet basis,” Inner Excel with hiss slowly coming out of his lips. She was only a few steps away from Naja, but the woman was too engrossed in listening to the voice of the mobile phone sandwiched between her temples and shoulders, so unaware of her presence.

“It's okay, Mas .. I tried to tell him but he seems to have misunderstood me. So I guess, all that doesn't matter ..”

Excel was no longer able to hold back his wrath, when Naja complained because the frying pan seemed to actually touch his wife's hand. Waving her palm after blowing and sipping on the burning marks under her pinky, Naja put out the burning fire. Somehow that can happen, Excel wasn't paying much attention.

His steps were wide and firm, the man's facial water stiffened greatly. Really not looking after yourself, he thought. Excel's hand pulled the still-connected phone, tossing the advanced object recklessly. It barely touched the sink that was wet by the splash of water.

“What call is more important than your own safety?” Sharpen the blasting eyes right on the threshold of perfectly widened eyes belongs to Naja. The woman actually died standing so shocked.

“Death to me ..!” naja in my heart. He was busy swallowing saliva when Excel dried up all the fluid in his body.

“Didn't you see that this is all hot and could interrupt you?”

Still expressioning tensely, Excel grabbed a hand that seemed to have forgotten its pain. Examine the palm with long thin fingers carefully, until the focus is fixed on the slightly curved red marks and already white webbed. For a moment, casting his glare back at Naja, Excel pulled Naja's hand toward the sink, draining the wound with water.

“It's okay, Cel ... I can treat it myself ...!” Naja forcefully pulled his hand which was even in a tight flank between the man's arm and the side of the body.

Ignoring Naja's rant, Excel takes Naja's body to a tall chair that accompanies a glittering bar table. Sit Naja down and instill a gaze full of warning. “Sit and silence.” Such a stern commandment came out from those dark eyes. It passed after Naja clenched his lip slices that originally seemed to separate to debate Excel.

Excel grabs an ointment commonly used to treat burns on cabinet shelves that hang near the refrigerator. And in one or two long steps, the man who was still hardening his expression stood up again and began to apply the ointment over the blistering wound that seemed to be getting worse. Sometimes he blew air over the wound. But, he immediately turned his attention to Naja when he felt the hand of Naja he was holding tight.

The tension in Excel's face faded after seeing Naja hold the wound.

“This is what you said is okay? Until your face flushed like that still you said you could treat yourself?”

Naja who coned in pain, now loosened the wrinkles on his face. He blinked his eyes. Small throats. “I'm just surprised to see you look worried about me. .. I don't want to be fooled by the attention I often respond to differently.”

Excel pulls the corners of his lips at a glance and sarcasm. “Often you respond to me differently... long time you get used to, and fall in love.”

“Hopefully continue ...!” Naja's chin was raised defiantly. “... and you will be disappointed. I wouldn't fall in love with an accuser like you. Your hopes are in vain!”

After saying so, Naja stood up. Leaving Excel glued with hands clasped blankly. His heart ached hearing the words that seemed to fill that earnestness. Honestly, his wife's eyes showed his heart. The whole patched heart was cracked and broken. It was no longer an exhaustion, but it had crumbled into tiny particles that he was sure would vanish into the wind.

Half-dead, Excel withstood a wound he had never felt before. His clenched hands shook violently. But it was unable to hold back the water that felt like it had broken through the dam of her tears. Excel has lost, once again it has lost. Conquering the woman he had even owned completely.

“Then on whom should I hope, Na?” ask Excel in your heart. A question that only time can answer.

The room was again completely colonized by silence. Not allowed one sigh of voice waving his power. Until a few seconds of time passed.

“Do not force yourself .. sit down, I will continue all this.” Even if trying to cover the wound trail, but the vibrating sound of Excel's mouth says everything. It had stood behind Naja who was glued to the frying pan with a spatula perched on it.

Naja's head twisted a little, without being able to reach the tall body that might be staring at him sharply. Not intending to obey, Naja again turned on the stove and landed one egg on the melted butter.

“You may ignore me about anything .. but if it pertains to you, please, just follow .. at least I've done something right to you!”

In silence, Excel's body expels Naja with his actions. He took over whatever Naja held. Without turning his head and asking, Excel deftly continued what Naja had started. Letting the woman back off in order. He is weak if injured, and rather than lament, he prefers to drown in activities that make his focus shifted. Although momentary.

Naja pecked with tears unraveling, how could he be hurt by his own words. The words he thought would hurt the man, but in fact, he himself was hurt. He who incised a knife on someone else's chest, but his own chest was hollow and bleeding.

Naja's hand felt his chest, feeling the pain was real. I don't know how far the man sucked himself into the body of Naja, which surely now Naja can not withstand the fast pace of the man in every inch of his skin.

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So it used to be, temans .. sorry to disappoint🙏