The Pawned Stud
chapter 42
"Damn it, you're going to make my face even more broken!" Hans groaned stifled as his best friend Robben tried to treat the wounds on his face.
"Ck, you don't deserve to have a woman. Because you're gonna get bruises on your face." Robben deliberately pressed hard cotton milk given alcohol to clean the wound on Hans face, men have long hair it is always confused when close to a woman then his best friend must be I got a blow.
Being too upset, Robben pressed the cotton back against Hans' wound, causing the man to scream.
"Akh, fucking asshole!" Maki Hans straightened his burly back and countered Robben's actions by stepping on the man's foot.
"Curtain, you lousy man," Robben said with an annoyed clack.
"Stop loving a woman" Robben interjected with a face so fed up. He always becomes the escape of his best friend when he gets into trouble.
Hans looked at Robben fixedly and the next second he hissed in annoyance.
"So you told me to love a woman?" Hans said with a cynical smile.
"Yep, at least you won't get any acts of persecution" said the handsome-faced man, revealing his upper body without wearing anything.
"But I still love a woman who is so gentle and beautiful" Hans said, smiling with satisfaction at Robben's face.
"Well, as gentle as your wife who has a stiff face." Robben was so fed up with this naive friend of his.
Hans just smiled, but in fact his wife was really very different, his wife would be cold to a stranger and his wife would be spoiled when alone.
"I miss you, baby," muttered Hans, who suddenly missed his wife.
Robben was getting fed up, the tall man walked into the kitchen to make something for his stupid best friend.
Hans, meanwhile, continued to think of ways to make Rolex and his mother stop threatening his wife's life.
There was the sound of the bell of Hans's best friend's apartment. The two handsome men stared at each other while glancing towards the door.
Robben immediately walked over to Hans who was hiding something.
"Who?! Hans asked Robben slowly
Robben raised both shoulders marked himself did not know.
Robben chose to see someone out there. Robby peeked in the small basement of his apartment. The man did not see anyone out there, but the sound of the bell shocked Robben.
With an annoyed face, Robben opened the door with a fierce face. Suddenly the man froze in place, seeing the figure in front now looking at him so eeriely.
The man could say nothing but silence with a face of shock. His body slightly turned to look at Hans who looked curious.
Hans tried to get up, walking up to his best friend who remained frozen at the door.
"Who's coming? Then what is this, why is your face so pale," said Hans who is now approaching. But Hans steps just stopped with a face of shock, seeing the existence of his wife in front of his eyes.
"Darling!? Hans exclaimed with a nervous trembling tone.
"Hey, honey!" Miranda's now voice began to push her wheelchair closer to Hans.
"You don't want to hug me?" Miranda's tone sounded so spoiled. Now Miranda is right in front of — Hans.
Hans regained his senses from the shock as he felt a gentle touch on his burly palm.
Hans stared at the palm that was now held tightly by Miranda.
"Darling, why did you know I was here?" Hans now asked as he rubbed Miranda's face.
Miranda smiled, looking at her husband's pretty bad face. The woman reached out one of her hands to touch the wound on her husband's face.
Hans became a drunken, staring, stern look from his wife.
"What's going on? You injured?" Miranda asked, highlighting her bruised face.
Hans grew increasingly unsettled and stared at each other with Robben.
The confused man had to give what reason.
"Hm .. It's just a small wound dear, maybe another week will improve," said Hans who forced a smile and held the wound on his face.
Miranda's gaze was so fixed, staring at the condition of her husband's face.
Hans became misbehaved being looked at so seriously by his wife.
"We'd better get in, baby!" Hans exclaimed, positioned himself behind his wife's wheelchair and pushed inside.