Not as Dirty as a Black Rose
Roses 38

The son swallowed his hard-earned saliva, he was already very tired and in pain, right now he was eager to hug his wife. To let go of all his fears that almost lost his wife, a great love for the girl. Mother of her children.

"Son." call the Rose.

The son was still in his place, confused as to what to do. Unexpectedly the Rose pulled the Son's hand and hugged the Son tightly. The rose sobbed without being able to speak anymore. Next to the arms of the Son rose to embrace the Rose even tighter to his chest.

"Everything is finished dear." said the Son as he stroked the head of the Rose.

"I kept my promise, right? I'm coming, baby. Don't cry anymore. No one else will hurt you. There's me beside you. Our happiness is waiting."

From a distance there was a siren of police cars approaching the wooden hut that was already in disarray. The officers prepared to surround him, but they saw nothing, only Roy's body was still stuck and a couple hugging each other. A police officer volunteered to drive them to the hospital in Son's car. The offer was welcomed by the Son and the Rose because they did not want to be there any longer.

The rose was not hurt in the slightest, but the condition of the Son was quite severe. He got a few stitches and a thick cast wrapped around his broken arm. Doctors recommended that the son be hospitalized for a few days, but the man refused. After what they went through, he just wanted to go home with his wife. After all he was just a little wound not a severe pain. While Rose could not do anything because Putra insisted on wanting to go home. Finally the doctor allowed them to go home, which was certainly with some messages that the Son had to do not mention a pile of drugs.

Roy's business and the police all Om Bambang who take care of, there is no criminal offense for the Son other than because there are no eyewitnesses there as well as the purpose of the Son just want to save his wife. Maybe it was an act of intentional, after all Roy was a fugitive with some history of crime. The case was also closed.

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Arriving at their home immediately greeted Yuyun.

"Geez, baby, are you okay?" isak Yuyun while hugging the Rose. He was very sorry, not that he was unconscious. He is very conscious because of his carelessness the Roses got to the bottom of the go by Roy.

Roses come crying, the incident some time ago is very terrible, if the Son does not come on time.. I don't know if he didn't dare to imagine it.

"Why hands?" yuyun asked after releasing her embrace on the Rose. He's really very sorry. "Son forgive me." he continued.

"It's okay, it's all done. Roses are fine too." he replied with a smile on his beautiful wife.

"We go to the room first."

"Yes. Rest."

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There was almost nothing the Son could do at home other than lying on the bed, but what made him depressed was the treatment of the Roses and Yuyun who looked after him like a sick person. Today the Rose scolded her when she caught the Son walking in the backyard in his work boots.

"You won't be able to go to the plantation with those thick casts." scolded the Rose with eyes that almost jumped out.

The cool son almost fell down in shock at the sound of the Rose. He did not expect his wife to see him. But he was very careful.

"To be sure, you're like my shadow, I'm just a broken arm and not a cripple. You can't treat it like that. It's too much." The son replied with a pouting face.

"As far as I am. Let's go in now!" The rose was not affected in the least by the protest of the Son. The rose quickly brought the Son into the house.

"I just want to go to the farm for a little while. I promise it won't be long." beg Son. "Come on, baby, don't be stingy. Hey son of father, let's help daddy persuade your bund." persuade Son while stroking Rose's belly.

The rose remained silent, then continued its steps into the room.

"I don't want to go to the plantation, what else with people who haven't recovered. Don't argue anymore, you'll rest in your room and I'll keep an eye on you. Anyway we can play monopoly, snake ladder or whatever you want. But not to get out of the house. Your stitches will heal soon if you don't move much. I don't want you to get hurt again." replied the sad Rose.

The son was stunned to see how much the Rose worried him. He never knew that his injuries also caused trauma for his wife. From the outside he is fine, but who would have thought he was also injured by the events that made Putra hurt.

"I'm sorry dear." said the Son hoarsely.

The rose just nodded.

"I've made you sad about how I am now. I should have been more careful." The son sat on the sofa with his head lowered.

The rose approached the Son, her hand grabbed her husband's fingers and clasped them.

"I admit that I was so afraid Roy would hurt me, but my biggest fear was when you guys were fighting. I couldn't breathe watching you being hit that hard with a beam. It was like there was a strong urge to kill Roy. You may not understand the Son... I'm so scared of losing you.".

The rose did not know, the Son understood it well. Because he also felt what his wife felt. There was a strong urge when he heard Roy wanted to kill the Rose. If we realize that we are losing something valuable, we will instinctively be driven to do whatever it takes to keep it going.

"It's okay baby, what you feel is natural. I feel it too. Anyone would have done the same thing we did." The son rubbed the Rose's shoulders trying to calm her down.

The rose looked into the eyes of the Son. For the first time in his life Rose understood that loving can sometimes make a person do things he never imagined before. Slowly the rose poured into the breast of the field of the Son.

"I don't want to lose you, I don't want to lose anyone anymore" he murmured softly.

"You won't lose anyone.."

The rose let go of his embrace and smiled towards the Son.

"Darling, I've been obedient to you, and I've also pleased you. I think it would be fair to do something that pleases my heart." said Putra floating among the mischievous winks.

Confusedly the Rose stared at the Son intensely.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean is. ..." The son did not continue his words because his hand had already drawn the hand of the Rose to their bed.

Rose smiled knowing what her husband meant and she would not mind it. Absolutely not!

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