My Teacher's Husband's Id
Part 45 ~ Wounds without Biders

Regretted? Of course that Ricky feels now, especially Keisha as if reluctant to make up or just ask him to joke like last time. Even more painful, the joy on the girl's face seemed to disappear. Keisha could spend hours daydreaming without doing anything. Either on the balcony of the room, or on the edge of the pool.

Ricky, who had been standing in the doorway since then, let out a long sigh, looking at Keisha who was sitting like a statue. If that night he had not been stirred up by emotions, then it would not have been like this. He can calm the devastated Keisha, but emotions overwhelm Ricky. The jealousy and fear of being cheated on like Amelia did haunted the man last night.

Not wanting to disturb his little wife, Ricky decides to head for the kitchen. Make something that both of you might enjoy. Both are still at Mr. Wilson's house, Ricky has not taken care of Mahesa who has been held captive by members of Avegas on Azka's orders.

After finishing making two glasses of fresh juice, Ricky took him to the edge of the pool. Put the two glasses on the table without making a sound. Looking at Keisha's face deeply. Actually the one who was stared at realized that, just did not have the energy to respond to every treatment Ricky. She hated her husband. Blaming what happened to her because she was too in love with a man who never trusted her even once.

Keisha stood up without Ricky talking, not even touching the juice the man was carrying.

"Eat something Keisha! You can get sick if you keep quiet. No papa if you fuck me. I realized I was wrong and rude to treat you last night. But don't torture yourself and ...."

"Not to care, sir! You better get out of my papah house!" reply Keisha and pass away. The girl returned to her room, in contrast to Ricky who began to get frustrated with Keisha's indifferent behavior. Moreover, the girl's face was pale, but did not want to eat anything.

Ricky left, not to catch up with Keisha. But back to the kitchen. Intend to make something that his wife might like. It was fine if he did not get sorry, after all his mistake was too fatal. But Ricky won't be willing if Keisha is sick because of him.

"Sir Ricky? Let me just do that ...."

"No papa, I want to make something for my wife" Ricky replied to the waiter at Mr. Wilson's house.

***

There is always a reciprocal event in this world. Sometimes in other parts of the world, lovers are sad, and the other side is happy because they get an opportunity that Tommy never thought of before.

The man's smile expands as his presence in Aurin's house is no longer coldly welcomed, but rather the smile the homeowner gave him suddenly.

"Thank you for helping Keisha and trying to tell me the truth" Aurin said.

"I'm not the one who broke down, but Mr. Azka."

"If Azka doesn't come, maybe we both will. I've been trying to protect my best friend, Tom. I don't know what Keisha would do if it were really in ...." Aurin took a long breath. The girl could not bear to continue her sentence.

"Don't be sad, Kei is fine now. I was also wrong for not being able to prevent Mahesa from acting." Tommy smiled, took a few steps forward to hug Aurin, but she undoed her intentions when she realized she shouldn't have done that.

The current and former Aurin are very different. Now the girl has decided to stand on the right path, trying to improve herself. Wasn't as a man who truly loved, he had to support what Aurin had already decided? Tommy simply rubbed the cloth-covered head of Aurin.

"Thank you no longer. I just want to go back to this." Tommy hands something to Aurin.

"My necklace? The same with you ...."

"Fall down just as you ran into Mahesa's house" replied Tommy.

Apparently behind an incident, there are some wisdom obtained by some people. Including Tommy and Ricky. The importance of honesty and trust in each other. Good communication, will not cause misunderstandings that lead to regret.

***

The sun began to sink, presenting the night sky and a little light from the moon that was far up there. During that time, Ricky faithfully sat on the porch of Mr. Wilson's house. Waiting to see when he was given the opportunity to talk to the wife he had disappointed.

The man then stood when he saw his papah-in-law's car entering the yard of the house. Smiled as the middle-aged man got out of the car.

"Why sit outside, son? This is your home too" said Mr. Wilson.

"Find the wind, sir."

"really?" Mr. Wilson looked in full detail at his son-in-law. "Keisha came to the house early in the morning and her body temperature is quite high, if you don't have any problems, it's likely that you didn't let her out of the house" he continued.

The middle-aged man patted Ricky on the shoulder. "Whatever your problems, solve them yourself. Papah can't help, especially when it comes to stubborn Keisha."

"It's no big deal, sir. Keisha may miss Mr. Wilson, so go early in the morning without waking me up."

"Attorney last night? Keisha is acting again? He's running around without ...."

"It's not Keisha's fault, sir." Ricky immediately cut Mr. Wilson off, fearing that Keisha would hear him and getting sadder as everyone suspected him.

As the night wore on, Ricky decided to visit his wife's room. It turns out that the owner of the room has fallen asleep with his back to the door. Ricky walked slowly, approaching his wife. Lying behind the girl. Dipped his arm just below Keisha's neck, then pulled her slowly into his arms.

He stared at the slumbering face for quite a while, the bruises on the lips were still clearly visible there. Ricky touched the corner of the blue lips.

"I'm sorry, I should have treated your wounds, not added them" Ricky murmured.

The man grabbed Keisha's hand, peeping her palm repeatedly. "Don't be angry for a long time, my life is lonely without a scolding from you."

"Sir Ricky sir," Keisha muttered in her subconscious.

"True, I am evil and will not be easily forgiven, but can I not be selfish? Please excuse me and give me a chance to fix everything."

"Sir Ricky sir, Mah." The corner of Keisha's eyes was watery, flowing so that it soaked Ricky's burly arms.

"Sorry." Ricky kissed Keisha's eyes, not forgetting to remove the clear grains that continue to fall, even though the owner was sleeping. If he could turn back the clock, Ricky wouldn't go to the office and let his wife wait at school alone.

Just look what Ricky's gonna do to Mahesa. The man had not taught the man the breng*sek, as he focused on his relationship with Keisha.