Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 74

"What makes you angry? Is it because I hit him?" asked Alan who was a few steps behind me.

I rolled my eyeballs, feeling breathless with all the nonsense. Unlike what he's accused of, I don't think about Kevin at all. Was my ex-boyfriend seriously injured? is he in pain now? I really don't care about him. I was worried about the handsome man who was following me.

Besides, I'm fine now, not angry. Along the way I kept quiet because I was lazy to argue with him.

"Yes, you must be mad that I punched your fucking ex-boyfriend" he said, again.

I placed the groceries on the glass table in the living room, then turned around quickly.

Alan was a little surprised, almost bumping into me if not hastily stopping his steps. He stood a meter in front of me. "What's? Why are you glaring at me?"

I folded both hands on my chest. Observing his battered face?

"Why shut up? Are you mute?!" Alan said again, looking increasingly upset. He paced in front of me in confusion. Occasionally shuffling her jet black hair. I think he became misbehaved because I kept watching him without saying a word.

"Is it done?" ask me a few moments later.

"What's finished?" sahut Alan with a pouting face.

"The anger" I said, looking away. After that, step into the kitchen and take the P3K box stored on the storage rack near the refrigerator.

"Who is angry? I'm not angry," she denied.

"Is that so?" I said. Look at Alan who's not far from me. Next to the dining table. He stood upright while holding the back of the chair made of teak wood.

"Yes" he answered briefly.

"Oh," I said, nodding my head.

Heh, do you think I would just believe it? we've lived together for a long time, I already know what your behavior is like when you're angry, jealous or sad. And now you're angry with jealousy.

After taking the ice bag compress and filling it with ice cubes, I returned to the living room. "Come and sit down" I said as I plopped down onto the sofa and patted the side next to me.

"No way!" reject it. He immediately threw away his face as soon as I turned and looked at him.

"Will not come here?" ask with higher intonation. Wish he was a little scared and came to me soon. However, Alan seemed to be unaffected. Proven by what he said next.

"Why should I obey you?" his protest. His head looked up, looking up at the ceiling with the intention of avoiding being with me.

I sighed, tired of facing her childishness. No, it's not childish but it sucks. If childishness should be more easily persuaded, but if Alan, huh, it's very difficult to persuade that handsome guy.

"Don't you see what your face looks like?" i said, reminding.

This time he looked at me. His face was still pouting as he asked, "What's wrong with my face?"

"Right now your face looks terrible, don't you know?" I said as I continued to stare at her slightly swollen and bruised face in some parts. "Hurry here" I said, again.

"The wound can leave a mark if it's not dealt with quickly" I added.

There was no movement from Alan. His expression remained indifferent.

"Well .." I said as I put the ice bag compress on the table and got up.

"Where are you going?" alan asked as I walked past him. "I'm talking to you? Are you deaf!" said again.

I continued to ignore him and kept my feet up the stairs even though he told me to stop.

I went into the room and locked the door. Then chuckled when he heard her footsteps stomping on the floor.

In my heart I count down from ten before he gets to my room. When I got to the count of three, I closed my ears.

As I thought, Alan immediately banged on my bedroom door after finding out I locked it from the inside. "Open the door now or I'll break it" he threatened as he continued to bang. "Alea, don't you hear me!" his yell.

"Stop yelling and bang on the door, my ears hurt" I said as I walked towards the door and opened the lock. He immediately slipped in as soon as the door opened.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I walked up to him who knew he was lying on the bed.

Alan tilted his body, faced towards me and propped his head up with one hand. "What kind of woman are you? your man is sick, but you don't even care" he grumbled. Don't be surprised, his tongue is always sharp when he's upset. In addition, he also likes to shout, as if his interlocutor has poor hearing.

What was it that I did you think it was? since I told you to come and sit next to me because I want to treat your wounds, doesn't that mean I care?

It inched towards me as soon as I dropped my buttocks to the edge of the bed. Then sit down in a position facing me. "Look ...," he said, pointing at his face with his index finger. "I'm swollen, '" he continued.

"Your face is swollen, does it have anything to do with me?" I said as I threw my face away.

"Of course" he said without hesitation. "You should have treated his wound instead of ignoring me"

I looked up and looked at him again. "I'm not a doctor. You're supposed to go to the hospital if you want treatment."

"Mrs Ars is great. You can do it even if you're not a doctor" he said, pinching my chin. Both corners of her lips lifted upwards as she said so, entrancing me.

"Darling, this is so tempting, can I kiss her?" he said, caressing my lips with my thumb.

"No!" I said as I shook off his hand and pulled away, away from him.

He held up his index finger. "One kiss, shall you?" His behavior as he pleaded was exactly like a child asking for chocolate or ice cream, adorable. "It won't be long" he promised.

"I won't take care of your wounds if you dare kiss me" I threatened.

Instantly Alan stopped approaching and returned to sitting upright as before. "Alright," he said languidly.

"Stay sitting there and don't go anywhere, I take the medicine first" I said, warning.

"Ready, Mistress."

I rushed downstairs. Taking the ice bag compress that I had previously prepared and also an ointment to treat the wound on the corner of his lips.

I went back upstairs in a hurry, unwilling to make him wait and wanting to treat his wound immediately. However, by the time I got back the Cecunguk was no longer in bed.

Didn't he agree to go nowhere? Now where'd he go?