Not I'm the Choice
4

Once in the morning Hana was busy in the kitchen, she was cooking breakfast for the people of the house. While cooking, he saw Desi who came with sleeping clothes that were still attached to his body, Hana could see that the smooth neck contained red marks made her heart throb pain thinking about all the things that were now immersed in her brain.

"While making breakfast, huh, Han?" desi asked, stepping towards the refrigerator to fetch some drinking water.

"Ekhm, i-iya." Hana replied nervously.

Desi walked over to Hana, looking at Hana's hand that was so good at cutting onions, her hand was so skillful that she involuntarily chuckled in awe.

"Well, you're really good at cooking." Hana could only smile a little in response, not knowing what kind of expression to have.

"I help ya." said Desi, who immediately got the headband from Hana.

"Why?"

"No need, this will soon also be finished, you better sit down." said Hana softly, so that Desi did not feel offended by his refusal.

"Yeah, but I helped set the dishes up on the dinner table, huh?"

"No need–

"You've cooked, the plate is prepared so I can do it. I'm also tired of keeping quiet, doing nothing." Hana could only sigh.

Desi took a few plates and put them on the table neatly, then he took the glass back but when he was about to take the last glass, Desi suddenly sprained.

Prefigures

"Aragh!"

Hearing Desi's screams of course made Hana surprised and panicked, he immediately approached Desi who was sitting under the floor with broken glass shard scattered near the woman.

"Gosh, Desi! Is anyone hurt?" hana asked frantically, helping Desi wake up.

"No ad–

"What are you doing?!" desi's speech was cut off when Satria suddenly came to approach the two.

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Satria approached Desi who was still sitting on the floor in a panic. "You okay, honey? Is anyone hurt?"

"Nothing, but my legs were slightly dislocated while helping Hana earlier." hearing that, Satria suddenly looked at Hana.

"You're crazy! Desi's pregnant, damn it! What if something happens to her and the baby, you want to hurt them, huh!"

Hana shook her head, no! He had no intention of harming Desi and her son. "T-no, not so–

"Fuckin' lady! You're making me sicker!" sentak Satria was upset, he carried Desi's body and brought her to the room.

Even Satria did not see the hand of Hana who was injured by broken glass shard because of the action of the man, he tried to wake up despite a little distress because of the pain caused by the former encouragement Satria was not kidding.

He decided to clean up all the mess.

***

Satria sat Desi on the bed slowly and the man crouched down before Desi, grabbed his sprained leg and then in his massage.

"Satria, Hana's not wrong."

Satria scratched her forehead, looking at Desi before her confused."Whatchu mean?"

"It's my fault for forcing me to help Hana, even though Hana's already banned but I'm so stubborn." Satria could only be silent hearing it.

"You shouldn't be yelling like that at Hana."

Satria sighed, "I'm just worried about you, I'm afraid you're hurt, especially when you're pregnant."

"But in fact I'm fine, Satria. Hana's hurt, I saw her hand hurt and bleed."

Satria could only remain silent, not answering Desi's words. His heart had a little guilt on the woman he had been in.

But that was all immediately on the verge, Hana indeed deserved such pain.