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Panic No?

"Because you're like Daniel, not who I am, but I love him, want to protect him, and always be the most comfortable place for me to tell stories." Marcel said straightforwardly.

The blush!

Hearing that somehow Alya's face suddenly blushed, he really wanted to hide it from Marcel because he did not want to be considered too beautiful, but in fact heard clearly that Marcel loved him, he said, wanting to protect her and tell her that she was the most comfortable place to tell stories, made Alya feel like flying.

'Haish,,, calm down,, calm down,, please stay calm!' alya whispered to herself.

"Sorry sir, but it doesn't feel right to talk like that, no matter what the father of a husband is, there is a heart that you have to take care of." Alya said after she started thinking clearly again.

"I just want to try to be honest with how I feel, because all this time my conscience was always silenced, I was forced to throw away my dreams just to realize my father's greedy dreams, he said, I was forced to live with people I didn't love at all, on tap in corporate affairs, I was tired. If I'm being asked to keep their feelings in check, then what about my feelings? I'm just tired of pretending, don't I deserve to be happy?" Marcel who seemed to want to spill all the contents of his heart that had been buried deep in the bottom of his heart, about his disappointment, about his anger, about his pain and pain, which he can't tell anyone and can only hold on to alone.

Alya saw that if Marcel was currently holding a thorn, the stronger he was grasping, the more sick and injured his hand was, maybe he just needed someone to help him release the thorn, and he seems to be the one Marcel chose to help him.

"Everyone deserves to be happy with his decisions, do what he thinks will make him happy, you don't have to torture yourself for the happiness of others."

Grep's!

Without Marcel's cue suddenly recklessly hugging Alya's body which is now stiff and sculpted, he does not even know what he has to do.

"I just need a hug, won't ask for more, please just let me be like this for a minute, I beg you." Marcel's whisper from behind Alya's back, made Alya bristle for an instant, as Marcel's whisper sounded so close to his ear, that the man's breath felt warm on his skin, but unfortunately he could do nothing but shut up and let Marcel let go of all the turmoil in his arms.

'Ah shiiiiit, can this scene make me categorised as an actor?' Rfor Alya in her mind.

"I'm sorry, maybe I'm just getting carried away with my emotions." Marcel broke his embrace when he realized that Alya was now just silent and looked very uncomfortable in his arms.

"It's okay." Stuttering Alya while turning his gaze in the opposite direction to Marcel, he really was unable to keep the pounding on his chest when his eyes accidentally collided with Marcel's eyes.

For some reason he suddenly felt pity for what Marcel was going through, looking at the man who seemed to have his heart seriously injured, making him move, he said, at least to help make him stay strong and not give up in the face of all his problems, like he who often gives support to him when he is feeling down with all the problems, just like him, now Alya thinks it's his turn to do the same thing when Marcel is at the fragile point of his life.

"Thank you for listening to me, all this time I just didn't know who to tell Daniel, I was tired of pretending I was okay." Marcel again took some distance after breaking his embrace, he did not want to scare Alya with his sudden rather aggressive attitude earlier.

"Don't be forced to heal, sometimes the wound also needs to be treated like rainwater, even though it comes down hard, let it go, because it will dry by itself. At least that's what I've been through." Alya told me her experience.

"We'd better get home, before the night gets late, I'll take a break, and you can rest." Bring Alya. Really she felt bad about having to be on one roof and spending the night with people's husbands.

"All right, just this time." Alya relented.

**

Somewhere else.

"Mas, why do you come home so late at night, where have you been, anyway?" Hana protest, sulking.

How did Hana not get upset, if every day Ivan always came home after midnight, like this time, at half-time in the morning Ivan just arrived at his house, Ivan, making Hana who could not sleep because she waited for her husband to come home was immediately furious when Ivan just stepped foot through the main door of his house.

"Why is it that every day your welcome to me is like this? Can't you welcome me at least with a smile, not a nasty nag!" Irritated Ivan, because he felt Hana had now changed unlike when the wnita was still his affair, the woman always received whatever treatment, no matter what, even though Hana only got the rest of Ivan's time with Alya, Hana still served him with a smile and full of love, but now every day Hana always lectured him with a long scolding, even though Ivan was only late coming home for a few hours.

"How can I smile to greet you while you come home early like this, which wife is not upset if her husband always comes home almost this morning" said Hana.

"Alya even still made me coffee with a smile when I had to leave her duty out of the city for two or three days." With ease Ivan actually even compared Hana with Alya, and in this case Ivan also seemed to corner Hana by indirectly saying that Hana's attitude in treating her is not better than Alya.

"What do you mean by bringing him into our conversation, and what do you mean by comparing me to him?" Sewot Hana did not accept.

"You should be able to conclude my point, I work from morning until almost morning again to meet our needs, meet your exorbitant high lifestyle, he said, I have to fight alone to fulfill all that, am I excessive if I ask to be greeted with a wife smile when I come home? Not to be greeted with scolding and suspicion." Reply Ivan did not want to lose to his wife.

If previously he thought it would be very able to meet all the needs of the household with his own salary, but apparently, although it has been helped with bonuses and also other money that he got, he got, all of that is still lacking to cover the cost of living.

Sometimes there was a sense of regret in his heart, why he had to divorce Alya, so he didn't need to slam bones like this and even he couldn't enjoy his life, but regret was still regret, regret was,because time will never come back.

"Do you want to say that you regret that you separated from Alya and married me? Are you secretly expecting your ex-wife back?" Cecar Hana with widened eyes.

"If it's possible!" Cetus Ivan with his leisure.

"Mas! You have the heart to say that to me, even in front of your son, he could have heard what you said. I think it's better that this child doesn't have to be born into this world than when he was born knowing that his father still expects another woman besides his mother, let him die!" Hana began to go crazy by pounding her stomach which is now getting bigger while crying bitterly.

"Hana, stop,! Don't be crazy about you, it'll harm our son, stop it!" Marcel, who had been indifferent and cold to Hana, now turned to be very panicked to see what Hana did to their child who was still in the womb, of course Ivan didn't want anything to happen to the child in Hana's womb, after all, it was her flesh and blood, he did not want anything to happen with the prospective offspring he was very much looking forward to.

But suddenly Hana lost consciousness in the midst of their commotion, making Ivan increasingly in the face of extreme panic.