My Introvert Husband 3

My Introvert Husband 3
Missed telling stories


Ken came out of his sister's nursery, he walked with his sturdy body while his two beads looked around as if looking for someone, until Ken's steps stopped right in front of the hospital. but he did not meet someone he was looking for. Yes, Ken looking for Alana intends to apologize.


"Gosh, it's appropriate for him to slap me, even to cry like that. Why do I feel guilty to that woman," Ken muttered inwardly as he stroked his hair from front to back, as if frustrated.


Instantly, Ken was surprised by David who suddenly patted his shoulder and suddenly stood beside him.


"Are you looking for Alana, Ken?" ask David.


"No .. " said Ken, he passed away from David and went back into the hospital.


 


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While Alana, she was walking down the highway with her eyes full of tears, her heart still hurt as Ken thought she was a prostitute.


Alana's footsteps halted, and she waved her hand as she saw a Taxi speeding in from the side. The taxi stopped in front of Alana and Alana got into the taxi and sat right behind the wheel.


"My point is to Healthy Hospital yes, sir," asked Alana. The taxi driver agreed and drove the taxi car he drove at medium speed.


Alana's tears were still dripping sparsely, occasionally wiping her tears so gently that her breath sounded as though she had a crush.


which woman would not be hurt if she did such a despicable job?  Alana closed her eyes and gulped her saliva with difficulty, her eyes narrowed from crying for too long. He stared at the car glass window with his blank look.


And a few minutes later, the taxi that Alana was riding stopped in front of her destination, Alana gave the driver some money and he went down to get into the hospital.


While in the hospital, Alana's mind was again distracted by the cost of her father's surgery that must be done immediately.


Alana really felt chaotic that day, she walked down the hospital hallway to her father's room, until the sound of footsteps coming from Alana's shoes sounded echoed there.


Before entering his father's room, Alana first wipe his face will be the rest of the tears attached there.


"Daddy, "greet Alana eagerly while embracing her father's body, because it just so happened that his father was awake that afternoon.


"Sorry, Alana is late because there is business" said Alana, Alana's father gestured with a blink of his eyes.


The two eyes of the man noticed the look on his son's face that was not as usual.


Her dry mouth opened and tried to make a sound, but Alana's father had trouble speaking.


"Daddy, what do you want?" ask Alana. But Alana's father insisted on trying to talk. it seems he was eager to ask the look of Alana's face that looks sad.Maybe only he knows very well about his daughter, even though his daughter is hiding something or sadness.


"Daddy don't talk too much first, yeah. The doctor still forbids it. Daddy has to rest a lot." said Alana smiling.the man who took care of Alana since childhood nodded his head slowly.His hands began to move a little, too, Alana who was sensitive to it, he began to bring his face close to the hand of his father, the hand trembling and stiffly touching the face of his daughter with difficulty. Alana clasped her father's hand and placed it on his right cheek, her tears re-diluted to wet the back of his father's palm.


"Daddy is healing fast, yes. Alana has a lot of stories when Daddy sleeps for 8 months, later if Daddy is healed, Alana will tell everything, as we always do, as we often do, drink tea - eat cake while telling a story, now, right. Alana already has her own cake shop, so we can eat the cake as much, it must be fun," said Alana while wiping her tears.


"D-yes." Alana's father spoke without making a sound.It feels Alana's father was so excited to heal when he saw his little daughter, his little daughter who had grown into an adult, he said, Alana let go of her father's hand and told him to rest, and Alana's father kept his eyes closed and it didn't take long for her to fall asleep.


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