The Fake Couple
Why does his heart still feel uneasy?

"Dafffiiiiiin! Why do you kiss my lips?"

Daffin gasped to see Kinanti suddenly open her eyes and glared angrily at him. But then the man chuckled casually.

"Eh, have you woken up, Maemunah? I thought I slept soundly," she grinned.

"I'm just acting, Kinan. Let Ikram caught his breath and quickly stop from here. Wh why? you mind if Ikram gets expelled for my existence?" cecar Daffin later.

Kinanti was silent for a moment then said quietly.

"Thank's."

Daffin squinted.

'Thank's?' he thought wondering and looked at Kinanti while assessing the values of the attitude of the beauty.

"Well. Ikram is home, you can go home now."

Daffin was made stunned by Kinanti's speech just now. Then the man nodded slowly.

"Excuse, huh? Incidentally, I am not unemployed either. I have a lot of business to do because I have to come here. Okay, I'm unplugging it now. Get well soon, Maemunah" he said, waving his hand to Kinanti with a smile and a wink. Then waltzed away with his indifferent style.

Kinanti let out a long sigh after Daffin closed the door and actually left herself in a fairly large treatment room and only occupied by her alone. Cold and lonely as his life has been in recent years, especially since the absence of his parents.

"After accusing me of having a sugar daddy now you're accusing me of having an affair with Ikram? Hid. Rese, what a you! Basis ... Daffin cap cans," grumbled Kinanti terribly cobbled.

The beautiful woman then grimaced as the pain reached her body so quickly just because of a little movement.

"Aws. Well..," he murmured while trying to get down the bed because he wanted to pee into the bathroom. Although his body was attacked by pain, but Kinanti was not submissive. He must familiarize himself with this pain for the next few days, until time recovers all his wounds.

However, his body felt so weak and very sick that Kinanti was already on the doorstep of the bathroom, it was difficult for him to return to the bed to reach the bell to call the sisters. Kinanti also held the infusion pole tightly when her head felt dizzy, almost fell. The girl sat down and closed her eyes and leaned her head against the bathroom door as the room seemed to swirl and her eyes twitched. Kinanti cried, annoyed at the situation and herself who was so weak. Right now, he has to rely on himself.

'Lord, help me.' his sigh inwardly resigned to the circumstances.

And that second also suddenly his body felt swinging as someone lifted him in a sling.

"What are you doing here, Maemunah?"

Hearing and seeing Daffin again made the girl powerless to hold back a broken cry.

"Kebelet peed but dizzy," isak Kinanti while hiding his face by facing the chest of Daffin who was carrying him.

Daffin laughed as he pushed the bathroom door in front of him. Then help Kinanti sit in the closet.

"Thin gih, call me when it's done," he said as he rushed out.

During Kinanti's wait, Daffin several times knocked on the bathroom door just to check, worried that the woman had fainted inside. And the man breathed a sigh of relief each time he heard the quiet but still clear voice of Kinanti. Secretly Daffin smiled wryly, fortunately his phone had been left here so Daffin hurriedly took it back and he was really surprised to see Kinanti in a weak position as before. And somehow the scene was so disturbing and disturbing his feelings until now.

"Have, Kinan?" Daffin knocked on the door.

"Kinan...? Kinan?" But it doesn't sound like anything from the inside. Instantly the man rushed in.

"Win...!" And her heart was so bad that she saw the real Kinanti was knocked unconscious, just as she was worried.

"Well, how come you just got home, Ikram?" reprimand Amber once saw Ikram enter the room at two in the morning.

"Yourselves, until what time was the house? What's the concert, fun?" sahut Ikram as he kissed his wife's forehead who had just returned from Korea with Aleta and Tita.

Amber clutched her husband's arm spoiled.

"Seru, dong! I even held one of them's hands."

Ikram gently rubbed his wife's hair while smiling.

"Oh yeah? Asik dong."

Amber then chatted long recounting her experience.

"Well, you must be tired, rest. Sleep, gih," Ikram said after Amber stopped babbling.

"Aren't you tired yourself? I just got home from work. Want to make some warm tea?"

Ikram nodded and smiled.

"Can. Thank you, dear. Tired of gini you still want to make me drink," he said while peeping his wife's forehead once again.

Amber chuckles.

"No, why also I bother to go down to the kitchen, just stay on the phone to tell the aunt," he said then called his assistant.

"Bik, make two chamomile teas, yeah. Come here, don't wear it for long" he said.

"You want a massage, Ikram? If you want, I'll call the therapist home tomorrow. I want a massage too. I happen to have a new therapist subscription, really good massage."

Ikram smiled wryly hearing it. Amber served him diligently, but not really with her own hands.

"Eh, yes. You haven't answered my question, where are you from, Ikram? How come we just got home? I thought you were going to pick me up at the airport, but I didn't call you. I thought you had another meeting earlier, so I went home with Tita's invitation. But I called your secretary, how do you say you don't have a meeting tonight?"

Ikram worried for a moment. She doesn't want to tell the truth, worried that Amber will think too far about herself and Kinanti. But if he doesn't tell the truth, sooner or later Amber will know too and may even provoke unnecessary suspicion. Because there is nothing between him and Kinanti. Ikram was there just because Kinanti was in need of her help, that's all right?

"So afternoon suddenly someone called me, he said Kinanti was in an accident and was being taken to the hospital. Then I went to the hospital to check it out. But I've called Daffin, because he's the one with the obligation to look after Kinanti now," said Ikram unfolded the story while desperately enduring his sadness whenever he remembered the injuries suffered by Kinanti due to the accident.

Amber flinched and shook Ikram's arm.

"But, Kinan is fine, right? No serious injuries or anything, right?"

"Thank God there is none. I asked the doctor who examined him myself."

"Thank God.." sighed Amber hiding the small pinch in her heart. The fact that Ikram was still that caring towards Kinanti was secretly hitting her pride as a wife. Ikram and Kinanti were indeed not exes, there was never a clear status between them. But Amber knows for sure, what kind of feeling Ikram to Kinanti so far. Amber also knew how hypocritical Kinanti used to be who said she hated Ikram but secretly liked and loved him.

"Where's the hospital? Tomorrow we see Kinan again, yuk?" take Amber while observing her husband's face fixed.

"My work schedule is very busy tomorrow. I met with Kinanti. You just take Aleta and Tita. I'm sending Daffin a greeting." Ikram replied with a face as flat as a wall and a refrigerator-cold gaze.

Amber nodded slowly. There's nothing he should be worried about. Looking at Ikram's expression now, it seemed that he was already not that cool to Kinanti Queensha. Moreover, there was already Daffin among them. Why does his heart still feel uneasy?