My Introvert Husband 3
Alana's Smile

Upon arrival at the villa, Ken and Alana are greeted by the guardian of his father's villa. Ken helped Alana to get out of the car. While the villa guard helped to bring down the luggage and luggage of his employer.

Alana's feet had just stepped on the ground, fresh air that had not been tainted welcomed the friendly arrival, making her not want to stop breathing the air around the villa. "Let's go in.." ask Ken. Alana nodded, Ken helped her to walk into the villa. Alana refused it.

"I can walk on my own, don't treat me like a sick person" Alana said softly.

"Alright, walk by yourself." Ken took his hand away from his wife. The two of them followed the villa guards towards the room they had prepared for both of their masters.

When the door opened, something similar happened again. There are a lot of roses scattered there. Alana loved it so much, she inhaled deeply the scent of fresh mwar flowers that surrounded the room. The villa keeper put the items he had brought into the room and bailed to get out of there.

Alana rests her body on the edge of the bed. He glanced around the room. Then he suddenly fell silent with a blank look.

"Dear what's wrong with you?" asked Ken who was sitting next to Alana. Alana just shook her head.

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At night, the,

Ken closed the door to the bedroom window so that the cold night air did not infiltrate inside.

Alana just kept silent while looking at her husband from the top of the bed.

Ken smiled, he crawled up to the bed and approached her.

"Sleep, right here." Ken pulled his foot. Leads Alana's head to sleep on her lap. His hands rubbed Alana's head waiting for him to sleep, but his wife's eyes were still awake with a blank look. Ken can translate, that a lot of sadness is still implied by the two eyes.

The silence that night, made Alana again remember the hardest times in her life how she had been hanging on the road trying to find money for her father's treatment. How he was willing to be humiliated by his own friends and family. Even he had almost been sold by people who he considered evil, just for the sake of struggling to find money for the recovery of his father. Alana has absolutely no support from the closest people. All this time Alana survives only because her father, she always smiles and hides the wound from behind the word okay just for the sake of her father. Her tears suddenly flowed back.

Ken stopped his activities. "Darling, why?" he wiped the tears that fell on his wife's eyes with both of his thumbs.

Alana sat down to face Ken. She looked at her husband with tears still flowing alternately wet her cheeks. "Are you going to leave me too? are you going to leave me like everyone else?" he asked with a trembling voice.

"What are you talking about? how could I leave you!" answer Ken. He rubbed his wife's face again trying to dry her tears but did not dry up as well.

"But everyone left me, they all left me, Daddy left me too, and our son-" Alana said heavily, her tears growing uncontrollable. All he remembered were the painful things he had experienced, that was all he had in mind at this moment

"Alana enough!"

Ken got carried away, he could not bear to see his wife like that, he hugged Alana's body tightly and tried to calm her. "No one leaves you, I will never leave you. It will never.." he insisted. Ken could really feel how Alana had suffered all this time.

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Alana and Ken have been living in Papa Gio's villa for almost ten days. Every day the two of them can not be separated to inform the house, especially Jesslyn who every two hours to make a video call just want to meet face to face with Alana. The woman loved her brother-in-law so much that she did not want to miss a single development of the condition of her sister-in-law and her best friend.

At least, by evacuating Alana in a rural area like this, a little make it calmer and better than before, because in the villa it is very far from the city crowd will the noise of vehicles passing by. The full attention and support Ken gave Alana, made her feel so precious and a little forget about her sadness..

Ken was so painstaking in caring for his wife, as he did today, that she treated the wound on Alana's wrist that was almost dried up and gave her medication regularly.

Ken is seen taking a comb near the dresser and helping to comb his wife's hair slowly, because he does not want to hurt her. Alana just kept quiet and stared in any direction with a blank look. She was so lost her hair by her husband.

"I'm going to pull your hair..." Alana nodded in agreement to what her husband said.

Ken had shifted position to the right and to the left making Alana so dizzy when he saw her. he wanted to pigtail his wife's hair, but he was so troubled. Alana's hair was getting longer and busier, making her tired of binding and removing the hair tie many times.

"What do you want with my hair?" ask Alana.

"I want to lock it to look neat, but why is it so hard." Ken sighed in frustration while scratching his head.

"Grab her hair tie..." Alana's hand turned to Ken. He immediately gave the hair to his wife.

Alana tidied her own hair with both hands and immediately tied it up, less than a minute, she managed to curl her hair very neatly. Ken gawked and frowned in wonder. Why is it so fast? thought.

"Already.." replied Alana.

"Why not tell me from earlier if you can pigtail.." Ken grumbled.

Ken picked up the powder and was about to sprinkle the solid powder he held onto Alana's face. "I don't like to wear powder." Alana's hand held Ken's hand to land the powder on his face.

"I don't want to wear lipstick" Alana refused.

"A little bit.." persuaded Ken.

"I don't want to, you're the one wearing it." said Alana.

"You're right, where might I wear lipstick!" exclaim Ken. It even made Alana smile. For whatever reason, for the first time, Ken looked back at the beautiful smile on his wife's face.

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How conflict? many are baper until some stop reading, wkwkwkwk ...

before I write a story, I always decide in advance what conflicts I will make for my story, let the cake roller coaster gitcuuu wkwkwk.

So I accept the risk if there is someone who ngebully, rude comments or someone who does not want to continue reading, even though yesterday was perfect galaxy naudzubillah hahaha.

say lebay and so forth, I DONT CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY. Because here I want to pour what I want to tell you. Invite you to imagine together.

Actually before writing the conflict the story wants me to remodel according to your wishes, the scene bucen bukenan mulu, but what power. At the beginning of the conflict was hard, so I wanted to finish what I wanted to write and what I had thought at the beginning of the story.

Btw thank you very much who has told you the error of writing and information, such as the world of medicine and so on. thank you very much, if there is writing and wrong information please reprimand ya wkwkwkwkwk.

Met wiken I'll see you on Monday.