OPEN YOUR MASK, PRINCESS!
Episode 140 THE MORE LET GO, THE MORE TIGHTLY IN MIND
Stevan lives alone in an elite apartment in South Jakarta. His wound had not fully healed, he now had trouble changing the bandage on his back. Linger in the hospital was not a pleasant choice, there he hunted to death bored.
“Arrghh ..” Stevan grimaces in pain as his arms try to grab a bandage on his back. His patience began to run out, throwing rolls of cassa cloth on the floor so upset.
He deliberately kept this incident a secret to his manager and had to pay a heavy price on the hospital as a cover-up fee so as not to be highlighted by the media. Weini would be blamed if this news came out and peppered with infotainment.
The doorbell rang, Stevan was worried between his manager who came or Dina. He hurriedly hid the scattered medical devices and tidied up the room like a bomb.
“Hey, how long is the book. Kirain fainted again.” Dina mocked Stevan when the door was opened for her.
“Udah ni vice? I close the door, Weini can come in but you go home aja.” Stevan sewot.
Weini just smiled, she looked at Stevan gently. There was guilt every time he looked at him, the man sacrificed a lot for him but he never felt like he was huffing all along. Instead Stevan was amazed to see the bright face of Weini who looked radiant. Yesterday the girl slumped with her face covered, today Weini
like the middle of acting.
Stevan was serious about her remarks, Dina was eliminated while Weini was pulled inside and the door locked automatically. Weini was surprised to see Stevan's spontaneous bizarre behavior, since when the actor could not be joked with. Is it possible that he deliberately kept Weini inside in order to be scolded as much as possible?
“Kasian kak Dina, why don't you welcome him?” ask Weini carefully.
Stevan was silent, he did not care about the doorbell ringing even to the midget. It's not in the mood to open the door. He looked at Weini who stood bowed while pinching a food box.
“Ng .. This was taken from my father. Don't know what it is, just open kak.” Weini realized Stevan's glare and rushed to thrust the seat.
Stevan grabs the plastic and turns the body into the room, “Thanks, come in. No chatting at the door.”
Weini looked back at imagining what sort of windiness Dina had thrown out and was still struggling to get in but was ignored. He could not open the door, but he was also a guest. It is the host who has the right to accept or reject his guests. Weini had to get out of here immediately if Dina still could not enter, she was not alone with another man in a private room.
“What is this?” Stevan opened the box and found a packet of brownish-colored liquid and smelled thick like alcohol. In the box Haris gave there were some light snacks and soon Stevan was devoured as a stomach booster.
“Ah, this medicinal wine to relieve bruises. Looks like my dad's got some traditional medicine for you. Oya, brother what are your wounds? You got out of the hospital too soon, is it really getting better?” Weini felt very guilty, from the aura of Stevan's pale face showing his condition that was far from good.
Stevan was still enthusiastic about the drug Haris gave, he answered Weini without taking his eyes off the drug. “Yes, okay-okay. Am I still alive, how are you? You're acting strong, right? I can't take your mask. Hehehe ..”.
The deg! Weini was surprised, it was unexpected that Stevan could be that sensitive. The outer appearance is cheerful for the sake of covering the internal wound, the accusation Stevan is true that he is wearing a mask to hide falsehood.
Weini smiled bitterly, “Yah .. trying to be strong would not hurt. Sorry, brother, because my depression even makes you a victim.”
Stevan smiled grinningly, his brain had grown to accommodate the apology from Weini long ago. “Gue does not want to just be able to apologize verbally, mending you lakainin something to make the guilt nebus.”
Weini's quick and steady response sounded like a challenge to Stevan. He immediately opened the shirt he was wearing in front of Weini. The unusual behavior made Weini shocked and turned her back, she did not want to see the upper body of a man who was bare-chested.
“You what? Quickly pack again his clothes!” Weini covered her face with both hands because she felt that turning her back was not enough to cover her discomfort. Stevan was undressed but he was embarrassed.
“Your mind do not waste it, he said to make amends. Help me change the bandages with the drug.” Stevan grinned at Weini's overreaction as if he was about to take a chance in a narrowness.
Weini opened her eyes and lowered her hands, between plain or stupid so she could think sensibly. He looked back and found Stevan's back wrapped in a cassa cloth that began to turn yellow due to the drug. Weini approached Stevan, although this was the first time she had seen the opposite sex's body but felt
his clumsiness was covered with concern. The body is a valuable asset of an entertainer, a little injury has greatly affected the mind of the celebrity. Moreover, Stevan is a top actor who is valued by female fans, what happens if his body is deformed because of yesterday's incident.
Kassa was scissored by Weini, he was careful to remove the old bandage. Stevan was silent about letting Weini do the job. “Ng, the wound is quite deep. Shouldn't we go back to the hospital to be treated first? I'm afraid of infection loh kak.” Weini grimaced at the 7cm incision but looked deep and still open. Stevan's white back skin adds a terrible impression to the wound because of its contrasting color.
Weini accidentally pressed the wound when she removed the gauze that was attached until Stevan grimaced slightly with pain. Weini tried to hold back tears, seeing that Stevan's condition might take two weeks to recover while their filming schedule was very tight.
“No papa, I trust you to take care. It's our secret, I don't want my manager to know. That's why I'm going outside for a while so you can help me give you medicine. Remember the risks of our work, the less we know the safer the secret. Even though the closest people we still have to be vigilant.” Said Stevan explained his reason for being kind to Dina.
“I understand. Sorry I misunderstood you. Uh, medicinal wine from my father is good for wounds like gini. I just use it, right? But it should not be mixed with drugs from the doctor, how?” Weini just ngeh Haris apparently knew Stevan's condition and provided him with drugs that he concocted himself. He kept remembering whether he had told Haris about the incident last night and he seemed sure that he had not said anything about the incident that happened to Stevan. How did Haris know?
“Bby too. Looks like the medicine from your father is more convincing, yes have used it who knows faster dry the wound.” Stevan agreed without hesitation, Haris looks genius and not just acting then he was sure the gift must be more useful.
A few moments later a cold sensation was felt up to the spine when Weini attached gauze moistened with medicinal wine. Stevan looked comfortable without twitching until Weini finished dressing his wound.
“Udah is right brother, do not know water first. But you have to routinely change the bandage and give the medicine again.” Weini smiled.
Stevan re-wearing his shirt, “That's it? Yes I will be a little repotin you until I can independently ngobatinnya.”
Weini grimaced, as if the weapon ate master, the advice he gave instead became his new responsibility. What he can do, he must be responsible until Stevan can be independent according to his words. “Good. Once a day I'll come change your bandage.”
Stevan smiles satisfied, “Thanks, btw .. has he not heard? I have to make a calculation with him.”
The will wants to forget, what the force of the condition often reminds. Weini had tried to brush off the burden of thoughts about him, but there were only parties who brought him up. Maybe this is the inevitable destiny, as hard as trying to forget then he will be more rooted in the mind.
Weini fell silent, she was at a loss for words in response. Let this silence represent the answer Stevan wants to get.
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