Satisfied Desire Brother Lift
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Ding dong's..
Ding dong's...
The sound of the bell being pressed by someone was ignored by Keyla, because she still felt very weak after she slept all day until night that day.
Ding dong's..
Ding dong's...
The sound of the bell still rang until Kayla finally forced herself to open her eyes and the woman with all sweat soaked her body was walking towards the door of her apartment.
Cleks!
The apartment door opened, showing Alexi standing in front of the door of his apartment while carrying 2 plastic bags.
The man was shocked as he looked at Kayla's state which looked like a seriously ill person.
"Gosh, are you okay?" Ask Alexi.
"Hm, come on in" said Keyla, letting the man in and he stepped into her apartment.
After sitting on the sofa, Keyla fixed her messy hair and with a pale face the woman looked at Alexi who placed her groceries on the table.
"You're sick. How about we go to the hospital?" Ask Alexi.
Keyla shook her head, "Don't worry, I just have a lot of thoughts, so this is how it was, I've experienced it when I was a teenager" said keyla looking at Alexi's groceries.
"Ahh, I'm shopping for groceries, because I thought you might want to cook for us, but since you look unwell now, how about I cook for you?" Alexis asked as she watched the woman in front of her.
Actually he wanted to ask the woman the matter, but he was afraid Keyla might not be happy with the question so that the man could only hold his curiosity in his heart.
"Well, I'm going to take a shower first" Kayla said, standing up and leaving the man, and she walked into the room with Alexi looking at her.
After a while looking at the door of the room that had been closed, then the aleksi stood up and the man went to the kitchen to bring the ingredients he had bought.
The man cooked to his ability until half an hour later Keyla approached him in the kitchen.
"You sure you're okay?" Ask Alexi.
Keyla Nodded her head slowly, "yes, you don't have to worry about anything. But, what are you cooking?" Keyla asked while watching Alexi.
"Ah, I made oyster mushroom soup because you're sick so I think fruitful food will be good for you" Alexi replied.
"Oyster oyster Jamur" Keyla was immediately stunned in her place, For she remembered the time where she had cooked for Genta when the man was sick, he also made oyster mushrooms for her and at that time Genta liked them very much.
Unknowingly, keyla who dissolved in her mind shed tears to make Alexi who was there silent in his place looked at the woman.
After a moment of seeing Keyla crying and staring, Alexi took a tissue and approached the woman and wiped her tears.
"If you have a problem, you can tell me" Alexi said.
Keyla who listened to the man's words immediately threw away Alexi's face and the woman said, "hm, I'll tell her sometime."
Keyla's reply made the alexi feel disappointed, but the man did not say anything and only let the woman heal herself.
While Keyla was dumbstruck, the woman's mind drifted everywhere until she finally looked back at Alexi, "that is, If your heart is hurt, How do you treat it?" Ask Keyla.
Alexi who listened to it immediately stopped the movement of his hand which at that time now moved his oyster mushroom sub from the pot to the bowl in his hand.
The man thought for a while before saying, "it depends, if you are hurt by a bad relationship with someone, then you have to finish that bad relationship. But if you're hurt because for example the person you love doesn't love you either, then you can try starting a new love."
The man's words immediately made Keyla's forehead wrinkle, "i don't hurt because there's a problem with someone, nor am I hurt by love" Keyla replied.
"Then why?" Ask Alexi.
The man's question instantly made Keyla speechless, Since He didn't know what to answer, he was also confused as to what he was hurt by?
Because her brother is getting married, even though the man's marriage is not related to her at all.
Why is she hurt when her sister gets married?
The question still continues to haunt Kayla, so Kayla is completely confused by herself.