Patience in Wounds (Stupidity)

Patience in Wounds (Stupidity)
121. I Want That...


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While in the hospital, today Febby was allowed to go home because his condition has improved after the incident fainted in the bathroom. Until now Febby felt his body had been very recovered, especially when he was near the father of his son.


He was waiting for the arrival of the man he knew his name this morning. Yes his name is Mike, Febby smiled anxiously considering his name.


"Your father's name is very funny, I can call him Miky." he said speaking to the fetus in his stomach.


"It's all Miss, do you need anything else?" said the nurse who just finished cleaning up Febby's stuff.


"No sus, you can come out when you're done," said Febby, smiling sweetly.


The nurse then resigned, but previously he was stunned at the beauty of Febby is very sparkling. The aura of happiness adds to her beauty.


Fortunately at this time Febby's attitude was not like it used to be, Febby who was arrogant and arrogant as if he had just vanished while growing a fetus in his stomach. Perhaps the presence of his son is what slowly erodes his bad nature. Whatever it is Febby is comfortable with his current attitude.


Febby sat by the window, looking at the clear sky. He thought about his yesterday-yesterday behavior, he was ashamed of himself.


Without realizing that someone of high stature came into the room, he saw a woman who was daydreaming alone. Seen once if his face is very lonely and a lot of burden, that's why Mike agreed to Febby's request to get out of the hospital immediately.


"You ready?"


Mike's voice startled Febby, the woman curled her smile. Whether it was the baby's luggage or her own, but every look at the man felt very happy and wanted to run into his arms immediately.


"Here you go" replied Febby, nodding.


"You going home now?" ask Mike again.


Febby approached and extended his hand, "Let's go."


Although confused by Febby's attitude that suddenly changed, Mike still accepted the helping hand. The other hand was used to carry Febby's bag.


Now the two men are already in the car, which Mike drives himself.


"Is there anything you want to eat?" mike asked attentively.


Febby seemed to think, then he saw a food cart selling cimoles on the side of the road. Instantly his saliva filled his mouth when he saw the children were eating the snacks.


"I want that," pointed Febby at the guy who was selling the cimoles.


Mike immediately pulled over his car, not wanting to until his son was upset he promised he would fulfill every request Febby if he could.


"You wait here, let me buy it," said Mike, who was guarding Febby. His health had just improved, the man did not want Febby's health to deteriorate again.


"Thank you Miky" said Febby, unknowingly calling Mike by the name of Miky.


At first Mike scrunched his forehead when he heard the strange call pinned for him. But then he smiled remembering that it was like a special call from Febby for him.


Mike had scrambled Febby's hair before he got out of the car, then he approached the pimper the woman had wanted.


"What portion is a bang?" ask Mike.


"A portion of five thousand, how much would you buy?" ask kang cimol.


Five thousand, there's still five thousand food. Think Mike. He was confused about how much to buy, and did not know what Febby wanted to taste. In the end, he bought a cimol with several flavors.


"Wrap different flavors yes bang," said Mike.


Mike was waiting, among the crowd of children and his parents. Mike's slightly blurred face made the mothers look at him.


Mike just smiled a little at the people who were looking at him.


While in the car Febby was very entertained by the view in front of him, where Mike was buying snacks for him by mobbed mothers.


It's funny that his face...


Ihhh it's the mother-members think the flirty so much the same Miky.


Sometimes Febby smiles and gets upset, depending on what he sees.


"Here, eat." Mike handed over the snacks he had bought. Febby accepted it with a glowing face.


Febby almost spent all the cimols Mike bought. Though the man thought Febby would only eat one of the flavors, but it turned out that everything was greedy.


"Are you strong enough to spend it all?" ask Mike.


"Yes, food like this does not make you full. Look at it being squeezed like this." Febby showed how the cimol can shrink, not as big as it looks.


Mike also ber-oh ria, honestly he did not know at all about food like that. Even though he had lived a hard life he never even bought such snacks. I don't know what he ate.


"Where are we going? this isn't the way to my house?" febby asked looking puzzledly at the handsome man beside her.


"We're going home" Mike replied. Why he chose to take Febby home, the answer was simple he just wanted more time to look after the woman. Because if Febby came home to his own house, do not know if he will have time to visit considering the distance is quite far from the office.


"You're okay if you go home?" mike asked because Febby had not reacted.


"I don't care, because no one will worry about me if I don't go home even once" he said.


"But what about your family, what would you answer if they asked who I was?" somehow Febby wanted to know what Mike was going to say in front of his family. And frankly he hopes the guy introduces him as a couple.


"I don't have anyone anymore" Mike answered, leaving Febby staring in confusion.


"My parents are gone" he explained. He doesn't want Febby to know his dark past, just know Mike now.


"Ohh, I'm sorry I don't know," Febby felt guilty for bringing up a man who wasn't around.


"It's okay, now you're in my life." Mike's statement made Febby feel appreciated and wanted. Just this time there was a person who appreciated his existence and wanted his presence.


Not expecting if that person is Mike, a man he doesn't even know and at meetings in an unusual way. It might be called a mistake, originally an overnight mistake but for Mike it was the beginning of a change in his life.


to be continue...


Neng Febby has changed, do not be blasphemed again yes...


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