Not Just a Promise
Just Returned From the Hospital
Just entered the house, Vienna was looked at with a nyalang gaze. A middle-aged man was sitting in the living room, which even his sofas were already unworthy of wearing.
That man was none other than Sarwan, Viennese father. Although Sarwan is the biological father of Vienna, but the middle-aged man often do arbitrarily to his daughter. Even not infrequently his hands come along, when he just screams he feels not enough.
“Wi-wina from hospital pak.” Vienna answered with a face that looked down in fear.
“It... At most you have gone with om-om, right? I saw you coming home in between with a luxury car.” Utami co-opted the conversation between husband and son.
“What's true, Vienna?”
“Iya sir..”
Plaque.
One hard slap landed on Vienna's smooth cheek. The heat radiating down her cheeks, was simply not comparable to the pain in her heart. His eyes condensed staring at the real father, with his hands holding the slap Sarwan had.
“Bapak?” Pekik Vienna.
“Wina is indeed in between with a luxury car, but she is just a friend. Vienna was atar by him after accompanying the sick Nehta. You should listen to the explanation first, Vienna.” Viennese said by holding back his cries, so that discomfort stuck in his throat.
Vienna has always been silent about the treatment of her biological father, because of the guilt that always lingers in his mind. About her mother who died after giving birth to Vienna. Because Sarwan always brought up the incident in front of Vienna. He never even knew what his mother's face was like.
Utami's? No, she's not Viennese mother. She married Sarwan when Vienna entered Junior High. The worse his father's behavior towards him.
Disappointed Vienna, leaving Sarwan and also Utami who are still in the living room.
Without anyone knowing, Arman was standing at the door. The man was forced to return to the Vienna home because of his cell phone that had fallen on the car seat.
Not the intention of eavesdropping, but Arman can hear clearly the sound of a slap that Sarwan is laying.
Apparently there's. Man, even he's a father. Be rude to his own daughter. Inner Arman began to grope.
Arman abandoned his intention to return Vienna's mobile phone. He did not want to add to the suffering of the woman who had just received a slap from his father.
...*****...
A series of tests were conducted by Nehta and the results were not problematic. Reyhan breathed a sigh of relief. The oxygen hose has been removed, only the infusion hose is still attached.
“Thank you very much, doc.” Nehta said sincerely.
“Sama-sama, miss. All thanks to your husband. Mr. Reyhan did first aid quickly and precisely.” The doctor smiled kindly, then stepped out of Nehta's ward.
After the doctor died, Reyhan gave food that was previously brought by the nurse. Actually Reyhan wanted to feed, but saw Nehta who was not weak and refused to be bribed. Nehta ate with his own hands.
“Why see me like that?” Reyhan asked pretended not to know with the gaze given by Nehta.
“You helped me in what way?” Nehta knew the first aid the doctor was referring to, but she asked just to be sure.
“By breath artificiallah.” Enteng Reyhan's.
Hearing Reyhan's reply, Nehta stopped bribing the food in his lap.
“My first kiss.” Lirih Nehta while touching her lips.
“Ck. You're a boddoh or something. You said it was a kiss?” Rehyan stepped closer and closer towards Nehta with a faint smile on his lips.
“You why do I boddoh?” Pissed Nehta.
Reyhan did not reply, but the man had already placed his lips on Nehta's lips.
Surprised Nehta was silent, Reyhan thought that his wife did not reject Reyhan's treatment of him.
Reyhan began to move his lips, pecked, tucked, and then gave Nehta a glimpse.
Deg. Deg. Deg.
Nehta's heart was pounding uncontrollably after Reyhan released the link.
“Reyhan!!” Pekik Nehta's.
“If you can shout like this, then you are healthy.” Seloroh Reyhan's.
“Ah one more. That was also my first kiss.” I'm Reyhan.
Nehta could only silently accept everything, other than it had already happened and could not possibly go back to how it was. Reyhan is also her husband, she deserves what she did just now, even more than that.
Hid. What was the first kiss. I don't believe it. Nehta's mind touched her lips again.
“You again?” Reyhan Temptation.
Reyhan grew even more giggling as he got a sharp glare from his wife. His heart also warmed, because the first to touch the lips of the woman whose status is his wife.
Though he had thought, that during his studies abroad, Nehta often dating. There may have been a man who managed to get Nehta's first kiss. But apparently not, Reyhan was the first. Nehta is currently in a relationship with Gibran.
“You're not in Rey's office?” Nehta asked, intending to cast out the fine man.
“What when you fell into the pool, your head hit, Ta?”
Nehta frowned.
“It's sunday.”
Nehta turned her face in shame. Why did he forget the day. Reyhan wanted to leave his room.
“Or you-maybe you want to go on a date.”
For some reason, there is a speck of unwillingness if Reyhan goes out on a date. Though all this time he never cared about Reyhan's affairs. Moreover, he himself has a relationship with Gibran.
All this time, it was actually the feeling of what he felt for Gibran. Is it true that he loved Gibran as a lover? Is that love in his heart?
“One thing you should remember, Ta. I am not the type of man who likes to play women, let alone my current status is a husband.” Reyhan said with a cold face.
Her smile and laughter disappeared somewhere, when Nehta mentioned dating her.
It should have been Nehta, not Reyhan. Because she was still in a relationship with Gibran when she was already the wife of someone else.
Nehta looked down, she was ashamed of Reyhan, ashamed of not being able to be frank with Gibran if he was married to Reyhan. While her husband was reluctant to get in touch with other women. Isn't this unfair to Reyhan? But this marriage happened because they followed Hanifa's wishes. No. gabe. Although it was Hanifah's wish, but still Nehta himself decided to marry Reyhan.
“I get out first. Your infusion is over. The doctor said, after the infusion runs out you can go home.”
“Iya.” That one word was all Nehta could get out of his mouth.
An hour later, Nehta and Reyhan had already boarded the car to get home.
“Rey?”
“Hmm?
“What can I do if I stop by my apartment first?”
“Ya.”
Short, dense and annoying. Whereas in this world there are a million more words that he can use as an answer, besides Hmmm and Yes.
Arriving at the apartment, Nehta meets Azka first. Apparently the man who was born afterwards was cowering in bed. Nehta returned to his room.
“What does the suitcase make?” Reyhan asked who saw him in the doorway.
“It is not you who told me to move my things to your apartment?”
“Gosh. You know, just go home. You just got out of the hospital, Ta.” Reyhan Gerrutu.
“Hospital? Brother Nehta is sick bang?”