Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 49's

I thought I was dead, but when I opened my eyes it dawned on me that I was still alive in the world.

I woke up confused. As I recall the last time I was in the room and was unconscious after slashing my hand. But right now I'm lying in a strange place. The room is spacious and also luxurious. If there were no drip tubes in my arm, I thought I was in a hotel not a hospital.

Yeah, I think I'm in the care right now. I don't know who brought me here. Could it be Kevin? I wish it was him.

Shortly afterwards we heard footsteps approaching and stopped right at the door.

Is that Kevin? He came to see me?

I stared at the door impatiently.

Sreeek

The door opened and a man appeared with pale white skin. I'm down, sad. Apparently not him. The smile that had expanded on my lips, slowly faded away.

"npus ... Are you conscious?" alan said, surprised.

Yeah, that didn't come Kevin. Except for Alan, that shitty Cecunguk. His eyes were brownish-black looking sparkling. He walked closer and stopped right beside me.

I gasped in shock as her body suddenly approached and hugged me.

"Thank God, you're finally up too" he said, relieved. "You know ... I'm very worried about you. I thought you wouldn't wake up again, Alea."

Alan kept holding me. No, not just clenching, more precisely pinning down my body. Until it makes my chest tight. I wanted to push his chest away, but I couldn't even move my hand. I don't know what happened to my body. I feel so weak, so powerless.

"ag ... You hold me too tight, I can't breathe" I said in a weak voice.

"Oh, sorry," he said as he woke up. He immediately distanced his body and again stood beside me.

"How are you doing? Is anyone still sick?" ask her in a very soft tone. Suddenly his face turned anxious. For a second he never turned away from me. He kept looking at me with a worried face.

I'm shaking. "I'm fine" I said.

"What's going on, Al? Why am I here? Who brought me here?"

Alan scrunched his forehead. "You're still asking what's going on?" alan said with a high intonation. His face was pale white, instantly blushing. He looked at me with his sharp gaze.

What's wrong with her? Why look at me like that? I just asked, why does he seem so angry?

I'm speechless. His words seemed to stab me. I'm self-conscious. During my life, I was not a religious person, nor was I a clean person. I'm covered in sins. But at least I never did anything bad to anyone, I guess.

"Don't you realize that you're a lot of sins? You'll go to hell and be tortured in there, Alea!"

"Then what should I do, Al?" I asked as I turned my face, staring at the glass wall that penetrated outside. Looking at the white clouds in the clear sky.

"Kevin dumped me. He left me like everyone else. I don't know what else to do. I have nothing and nobody. I don't have a job, nor do I have any family or friends."

I didn't want to cry, but these tears suddenly just flowed. I wiped those tears before Alan realized it. Then he turned back, looking at Alan. At that time he was still looking at me with a sad face. Seeing her face like that made me want to cry again. He must be pitying me. Yes, I am pathetic.

"You know, living or dying to me makes no difference. Although I live in the world but it feels like hell. The pain I felt was excruciating. I can't stand it, Al. I don't want to bear it anymore. I'm tired" I said with a trembling mouth.

Alan reached out his hand, wiping away my tears that came out without me noticing. "What did you say? didn't you see me? Don't I mean anything to you in your life?" said, gently.

I looked at his two watery eyes. He looked teary, making me confused. I don't understand what he's saying either. Of course I saw it. But when asked what he means to me in my life, I don't know. He's not my friend, let alone family. We have no relationship, just neighbors. Yeah, correct. Alan and I were just neighbors greeting each other and there were times when they helped each other.

Alan grabbed my palm, then grabbed it. "Don't think you don't have anyone, Alea. You are not alone, you have me who will always accompany you whenever. I will never leave you. I'll stay here with you and I'll take care of you."

I can't speak. He could only cry at every sentence that came out of his lips. Words that sound so beautiful and soothing. It was like I found hope.

"Thank you, Al," I said.

Alan wiped my tears back. "Don't cry anymore. You're so ugly when you cry," he said.

Usually I get angry when he says I'm ugly but this time I feel happy.

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