The Love of the Ex
CHAPTER 22: Injured

Arka drove his car at full speed, he did not care about the anger of other riders who scolded and yelled at him, because he several times hit their lane like a racer.

Less than half an hour Arka had arrived at the villa. In a hurry he just got out of his car.

Arka ran into the villa. With a gasping breath, and do not forget the panic face that is like a husband's husband who gets news if his wife will soon give birth.

"Honey," call Arka, as she approaches the living room. There he saw Mita sitting next to one of the servants who was helping her bandage a wound on her index finger. Yes so Arka got a report from his men that Mita was injured when he again cooked dinner that made her index finger scratched and bleed a lot. That's what makes Arka so sweet.

"Arka .." murmured Mita looked puzzled at the arrival of Arka. "Why can you be here? Didn't you say overtime?" ask Mita.

"You're okay, right? Where's that sick?" instead of answering Mita's question, Arka asked back while crouching before her and examining her body.

"What's wrong with her? Why did he suddenly act like this?" mita's mind that sees Arka's attitude.

"Why just shut up?" arka asked Mita who was looking at her with a confused expression. "Why are you guys just quiet! Quickly get doctor Bayu to check on my wife!"

"I'm fine, you don't need to call a doctor, after all this is not serious just a small wound," said Mita stopped Arka.

"Little wound you said?" Arka looked at Mita not like.

Mita nodded her head. "Yes, it's only scratched a little bit, aunt has also treated it," replied Mita, because the wound is not too deep.

"From your finger to the knife until it bleeds you say a small wound? Does your body have to be filled with blood first you say seriously?!" ask Arka with a snapping tone.

"Why are you angry?"

Arka sighed. "I'm not angry, but I'm worried about you, you haven't changed since you were always insensitive" Arka said, glancing at the servants who were there to leave.

"Why did he arrive to discuss the past" murmured Mita.

Arka sat beside Mita and grabbed the wife's left hand wrapped in bandages. "Is this sick?" asked Arka while looking at Mita's injured finger with a sad face.

"Of course it hurts, but it's not as bad as you imagine, '" replied Mita who noticed Arka's worries.

"I hired them to do their job well, but instead they let you cook until you get hurt like this, it looks like I have to fire the waitress in this villa" Arka said.

"This has nothing to do with them, I'm hurt by my own carelessness, so don't let you fire them" Mita said.

"They must be punished so as not to repeat it again" said Arka.

"It's all my fault, they've done a very good job, they've also forbidden me to cook, but I'm stubborn and continue to force. I beg you not to fire them, I promise I will not repeat it again .. I am the one who should be punished not them," please Mita. He did not want the servants to be fired just for their own carelessness.

"Well this time I'll forgive them" Arka said.

"Are you serious? You're not lying, are you?"

"Hem" replied Arka. "But remember this is the last time I see you get hurt, no matter how small I don't allow it, because I won't hesitate to eliminate anything that makes you hurt."

"Yes" said Mita.

Arka wakes up from her seat and moves next to Mita. "Sorry .." said Arka who arrived to hug him while apologizing.

"Why did you come to apologize?" ask Mita.

Arka did not answer Mita's question, he even more tightened his embrace on the wife and repeatedly kissed her head. While Mita who gets unusual treatment from Arka increasingly looks confused especially with the tone of Arka's speech that sounds very soft and full of regret.

"What actually happened? You don't usually act like this?" mita asked while releasing Arka's embrace from her body.

"Is this really okay?" Arka asked back while holding Mita's injured finger.

"Call me baby."

Turns out I was wrong to think he changed, he's still as annoying as ever.

"Why shut up, quickly call me dear" said Arka back.

"I'm serious," Mita stared intently at Arka who kept diverting the conversation.

"I'm just worried and just want to hug you," replied Arka again pulled Mita's body and put her face on the wife's stomach while hugging her waist.

"Don't lie" said Mita.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you so much, don't leave me alone. I promise I'll do anything to protect you" Arka said, looking down on her face smelling Mita's scent.

crutches .. crutches .. crutches ...

Arka looked up at Mita. "You haven't eaten yet?" asked Arka who heard the voice from Mita's stomach.

Mita only replied with a nod of her head, in fact she was very embarrassed that the worms in her stomach whined at inappropriate times.

"Gosh .. so you haven't eaten until this hour, it looks like I have to retract my words to not fire them," Arka said.

"It's not their fault."

"You always stand up for them, let's eat right away" Arka said, lifting Mita's body into her carry and taking her to the dinner table.

"I can walk alone" protested Mita.

"Don't protest a lot, or I'm really going to fire them all" Arka threatened that immediately made Mita speechless.

Mita can only resignedly accept Arka's treatment which she thinks is very excessive. How not, Arka did not let him move in the slightest, even he had to be in all bribes.

"I can walk alone, why should I be carried anyway? The one that hurt my hand is not my leg and this is just a small wound Ar .." said Mita as Arka carried her back to the room.

"It looks like I should ask Rey to replace the workers in this villa."

Mita let out a long sigh, she no longer protested, she knew Arka was threatening her.

"Why take me to the bathroom?" ask Mita.

"Of course you have to clean up before going to bed, wait for me here I'll get you a change of clothes" Arka said as she lowered Mita in front of the sink.

"Isn't this too much?"

"Ck, don't protest much or I'll me–"

"Well young master .. I will not protest anymore, stop threatening me," cut Mita who already knows the end of her husband's speech.

"Good," said Arka rubbing Mita's head while smiling with satisfaction.

Arka was waiting for her in the bathroom and standing behind her. Mita who was brushing her teeth looked at Arka through the mirror with a look full of annoyance, somehow the man suddenly acted strange and very annoying.

"I should be able to control myself lest I hit her on the head," the inner Mita who was trying to hold back her frustration at her annoying husband.

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