THE ALEXIS
HER GUARDIAN ANGEL'S

Los Angeles four years ago ...

The boisterous sound that disturbed his ears, until the smell of carbole that pierced his nose, made him regain his consciousness. Slowly he opened his eyes. The bright light blinded his cornea. Shit, where did he lose contact with his lens?

Khiara was trying to digest the current situation. He opened his eyes repeatedly. Trying to focus his eyesight. But free. Minus-eight eyes are accompanied by a cylinder, it will not be possible to see clearly without contact lenses or glasses.

“Are you okay?“ ask the voice of a man filled with worry in it.

With a limited view, Khiara tried to analyze everything around her. But still his vision was like a camera lens that could not find its focal point, very blurred and shaded. Oh, why did he have to lose all contact with the lens?

"What do you feel right now? Does it feel nauseous?" This time it was a woman's voice. There's no choice. He could only rely on his hearing at this moment.

Khiara closed her eyes again, then shook her head. Clearly, his entire body felt tremendous pain. It was as if he had been in a truck of dozens of tons of weight. Even to move her hand, the pain was overwhelming.

"Are you sure?" That voice again. Who is this guy? He could feel his left hand being held tightly by such a sturdy hand. But he could feel the anxiety and anxiety that was shrouded in anger.

Khiara opened her eyes again, turning to the person beside her. It turns out to be a man. Yes, it is a man who appears in the shadow of his vision. A man with a tall, strapping and slender posture but filled with hard muscles behind his white shirt.

Although his vision was very poor at the moment, yet he was still able to capture the rough shape of this man's body posture.

Khiara was shocked and blinked both eyes, as a shadow of a hand twitched in front of her cornea. Is that one hand? Or two hands? The flickering of the hand made his head dizzy.

Khiara caught the palm to stop moving. It turns out there was only one hand. The hand felt a little rough, yet very sturdy. He could not guess what his job was.

"Where is this??" khiara asked in a voice that was barely audible.

"Hospital." Answer the man. Instantly Khiara's breath roared loudly. His whole muscle is tense. The anxiety quickly attacked.

Khiara hated hospitals. He would never lie down in a place like this. He wanted to get away from this place. But why does moving her body feel so hard?

Khiara squeezed her head that felt like it was pounding with her right hand. It felt like something was ready to explode inside his skull. It hurts amazing. Until the tears just flow. Now he is fully conscious. He remembered all the events he had just experienced.

"You okay?" Khiara could only smile wryly while enduring the pain upon hearing it.

Which woman is okay after dip*erk*os*a? Is there anything more to describe it than a broken glass after touching the ground? Ah, not land. The ground is still too soft, maybe asphalt to be more precise.

His body had been broken, his crown had been snatched away, his heart had been crushed, his pride had been uprooted. His life is now like a body without life. Even tears are reluctant to dwell on her eyelids. As if disgusted with himself, and chose to get out of his lair.

"Is your head hurting?" The man asked again with great anxiety. Her fingers wiped away Khiara's tears gently.

"Excuse me, allow me to inject painkillers,” said the doctor politely as he reached for Khiara's right hand. But Khiara tugged her hand.

"Go!!" hissing Khiara with a weak voice.

"Quiet, Miss! This will help you ...“

"I said, GO!!" shout Khiara. The doctor actually left, but not because of his orders. But the man's request.

"What do you need?" The man asked slowly with one hand dribbling Khiara's hand. She tried to calm Khiara down by still rubbing the back of Khiara's hand gently. "Tell me, what do you need to do to make you feel calmer?"

"Bring me out here!" pinta Khiara in the middle of her cries.

"OK, we're leaving here,” said the man.

Simultaneously, his right hand attached to the infusion hose felt like it was being irrigated by something liquid. The man injected the drug into his hand through a port cap injection.

"What are you ...."

"Choose up! The more you think the sooner you'll be home,” tell the man with his patience and gentleness. "Lack your hands! If your hand muscles stay tense like this, your hand can bubble up like a balloon." Finally Khiara relaxed her hand muscles slowly.

Carefully the man again injected the drug little by little. The discomfort when the medicine flowed through his hand made Khiara clutch the man's hand. The man stopped his activity, grabbed Khiara's hand and rubbed the back of his hand to calm her down. With a shrewd look, the other hand re-injected the drug into his veins.

“You'll be fine!” wash the man while wiping the tears on his cheek.

Be okay? Is it possible he'll be okay? It seems that he is no longer willing to continue his life. And now this guy says that he's gonna be okay?

A dry smile even now appeared at the corner of his lips after hearing the statement of the man in front of him. Is he a madman who doesn't know how he feels?

"So much pain?" ask the man after he finishes his work. This is not just a question of sympathy without empathy. Khiara could feel a tinge of worry from this man's voice. He was really worried about her.

"I'll ask the doctor to check on you again. Who knows if someone has been missed." Khiara immediately grabbed the man's burly hand to hold him back before she actually went to call the doctor.

The man was shocked as Khiara grabbed his hand. They looked to the same point, the point where Khiara's hand gripped the burly hand firmly. Then rubbed him with his thumb, a sign that he was worried. Can he trust this guy?

"No need, we go now,” reject Khiara still with her weakened condition. The man seemed hesitant but eventually complied with Khiara's request.

"Wait a minute, I'll take care of your return,” the man said, then leave Khiara immediately.

"Mrs. Al ...." Behind the curtain, the female doctor approached the man. But it seems the man cut the doctor's words with sign language.

"We're talking outside!" bring the man. Khiara could still hear their conversation. And after they left from there, Khiara tried to gather her strength.

With a deep breath, he began to rise from his sleeping position. At that time he only realized that he was wrapped in a white shirt belonging to the man. The shirt looks great on his body. But he still thanked him for it.

In his sitting position, he again inhaled oxygen deeply. It was as if he really needed more air supply in his lungs. With such a weak movement, he pulled out the infusion hose that had stuck in his right hand. It's amazing, that's how it feels. But he tried to hold it.

He held up a blanket that covered his feet. Oh shit! It turned out that her pantie disappeared somewhere. A bitter smile appeared between his lips. What a pity his fate.

I want him to laugh at himself. But it was tears that flashed across his cheeks. You idiot! only that word can describe itself. I think he just wants to die.

My God, what more trials should he receive? Why is God so cruel to her? What harm? If death could free him from suffering, he would. Because he was no longer able to continue his life.

Slowly he lowered his leg. An attack of pain immediately invaded his legs, as soon as he landed his feet on the floor below. He grimaced with the pain that spread all over his body. And his body began to collapse as he began to step his legs.

The man managed to catch his body before it fell to the floor. Not a word came out of Khiara's lips. Now he is trying to keep his mouth from screaming because of the pain that is becoming.

Quickly, the man grabbed a blanket on the hospital bed. He wrapped it around Khiara's waist. It's not a blanket from the hospital. Does the blanket belong to the man? Well, just think of it that way.

Khiara screamed a few seconds later. The man has now taken her in a sling. She carries a bridal style Khiara in one fell swoop. It was as if Khiara was a very light cotton.

"Down me! I can walk on my own." Khiara.

"Not under these conditions,” replied the man firmly. It felt like Khiara was unable to refute him. Khiara took her breath back. He doesn't want to argue with her. Let this man do what he wants. He also doesn't care about himself.

Out of the IGD door, there was already a BMW waiting for them. Despite his poor eyesight, he can still capture the distinctive BMW logo in blue white on his muzzle. BMW i8, Khiara tried to guess the type of car from its shape.

Khiara is not a person who does not know about cars, hanging out with his best friend named Artha makes him know many types of cars even to the engine.

The man carried her into the car and carefully positioned Khiara on the passenger seat. Then he circled his car to sit in the steering wheel.

Before driving her car, she leaned her body towards Khiara. The dreamy Khiara was a little aghast at the making. It turned out that the man was about to put a seatbelt on her.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. It's very funny to him. After the pem*erko*sa* and her schoolmate did to her, she should have hated all men. But now, he actually likes the little things of the man who is now next to him.

Khiara liked her attitude as she calmed her down, carried her, to the masculine scent inherent in her body. All the things that exist in him are able to provide a sense of security and comfort for Khiara.

"You want to go home?" ask the man.

Khiara was silent. I don't know if going home is the best option right now. He didn't want to go home with this kind of situation. If her brother turned out to be coming home from duty and was at home at the moment, she would definitely be very worried. While he does not want anyone to know about peme*rko*sa*an he experienced, for now.

The car started to slowly leave the hospital. The man was driving at a moderate speed. In front there, there is a view of the middle of the city with bright lights. That should make everyone's heart happy. But baby, that's not the case for now. The atmosphere inside was so calm. Both are silent. Thinking, what should they do?

"Where's your house? You can mention your address and I will take you home,”, the man said after a long silence.

"You can take me anywhere you want,” replied Khiara.

The man fell silent, Khiara did not care where the man would take her. Even he also did not care if the man turned out to have evil intentions on him. Now he is broken into pieces.

"Don't arrest! Cry if it can make you a little calmer,” said the man to calm down.

Khiara did not know that the man continued to watch her in silence. He only continued to pay attention to the night view that looked like bokeh in his vision. And he turned his face to the right to hide the cry he was holding.

He clenched his whole body tightly, squeezing it so tightly that his nails hurt the skin of his arm. The pain and ache all over his body was already very intense, added with his claw now made him even more eager to scream.

But the torture he is currently doing, certainly not able to eliminate the pain of heartache, disgust, even hatred in him. The more he tortures himself, the more regret becomes.

Tears fell down silently. The night view of the city of Las Vegas that looks like bokeh out there, is getting blurred by tears.

Suddenly the car pulled over and stopped on the side of the road. After pulling the hand break lever the man removed his seatbelt and turned on the light. Khiara could hear the man exhaling a rough breath. And suddenly he felt the man's hand grabbing his chin gently, herding his face from the scenery out there. Now the two thumbs rub both cheeks with full softness.

"I told you not to be arrested! Eject everything! It will help you feel calmer,” the man said.

"I'll take you to a safe place, but on one condition,”. Khiara smiled wryly, it turns out that all men are the same. They're not really sincere. There are always shrimp behind the rocks.

"Stop hurting yourself!" Khiara. "You may cry as much as you can, if it can lessen your burden a little." The man again wiped the tears that had just flowed gently using both of his thumbs.

"And if you want to vent your anger, you can vent it on me. You can yell in front of me, berate me and even hit me as much as you can. But not by hurting yourself like this." The man grabbed both hands of Khiara trying to release the tight grip.

"Look, your nails are making new cuts in your arms." Khiara looked at both of her palms that were faced with her. Fresh blood adorned each end of his nails.

"Does this not hurt? Is the whole bruise on your body still not enough to torture you?" There was a hint of anger from the man.

"You don't know how I feel!“

"I don't feel what you feel, but I understand how you feel." Khiara. "Dignity, hate, frustration, anger, disappointment, fear, even regret mix into one." The man flipped both of Khiara's palms and rubbed the back of the hand gently using both of his thumbs.

"But one thing you have to remember, it's not your fault. So never punish yourself like this. And if you feel you're worthless, you're wrong. You are still a very precious woman. Especially for your family, your friends, even your husband later."

Khiara's cry broke out instantly. The man hugged her, trying to give her strength. Khiara cried for a long time. Up to two hours. The defense has collapsed because of it.

"I don't want to go home." Khiara's voice choked in her sobs. He wanted to make it clear that he was unable to go home.

"OKAY. I got it." The man rubbed Khiara's back gently.

The man placed both hands of Khiara on Khiara's lap slowly, then switched to gently rubbing Khiara's head. "Remember what I said!" Vaguely Khiara could catch a gentle smile on both corners of the man's lips.

Khiara said nothing. But everything the man said made Khiara's feelings much calmer. The man leaned his body towards Khiara to grab something inside the dashboard. It made Khiara's heart beat faster than before, but not the fear she felt.

The masculine scent did stick to the white shirt that Khiara now wore, but it was always more piercing when the man was so close to her. The man thrust mineral water at him, breaking his reverie.

"This, drink!“ abugn. Khiara hesitated a little. "I didn't put anything in it. The seal is still intact, isn't it?“ Although a little hesitant, but finally Khiara received the mineral water and gulped it half-out. The man smiled crisply looking at her.

"It'll help you calm down a little bit." Khiara frowned as the man thrust a few pills into her hand.

"It's from a doctor, an anti-depressant drug. This will help reduce the symptoms of depression you're experiencing." Khiara was still a little doubtful. "Can you see?" The man showed me the hospital label on the medicine package. Of course Khiara could not see it clearly.

"If you have any doubts, you can take a new one." Khiara immediately took the medicine and sipped it. "That'll make you a little sleepy, so get some rest." Khiara choked on hearing it. "You okay?"

"You gave me sleeping pills?" Khiara's voice sounded riled up. But the man smiled amusedly.

"Some medications do contain sleeping pills, don't you know that?"

The man slightly ruffled Khiara's hair in a fit of anxiety, then turned off the lights and went back to running his car. I don't know why Khiara likes the little things this guy does. He did not protest anymore and positioned himself and began to close his eyes.

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