
"Eugh .. " slowly I opened my eyes, I was shocked when I realized I was in the hospital.
"You're sober?" ask Arkan who just came into my room.
"Guil!" myrag.
"Doctor said you fainted from exhaustion, why are you at the police station?" ask Arkan with a serious look.
But I don't know how to answer, because I broke his words.
"Don't I tell you not to go there?" ask Arkan in a cold tone.
I feel guilty for not following my own husband's words.
I just lowered my head, not daring to look at Arkan's face.
"Why? don't know what to say?" ask Arkan.
Quickly I gave an explanation, I did not want Arkan to get angry with me.
"Now you have met Maura ... have you got what you want?" ask Arkan in a cold tone.
"A-I .. I just want to see him," I said.
"I felt like he was lonely there, because there was nobody, next to him," I explained.
I wish Arkan could accept my explanation, but Arkan didn't respond to anything and that worries me.
"You'd better take a break in the hospital today, you'd like to come home tomorrow, wouldn't you?" I actually objected, but I better do what he said.
***
The next morning I was allowed to go home by the doctor, since yesterday Arkan's attitude was a little cold, but he still showed a caring attitude.
"Arkan .. Do you want breakfast?" my many.
"No, I'll go straight to the office" Arkan said in a cold tone.
"You better go to the room and rest, I'll go first." After saying goodbye to me Arkan left me for the office.
***
All day at home I kept thinking about how to improve my relationship with Arkan.
for a moment I thought giving a surprise to Arkan might improve my relationship with Arkan.
I thought about what surprise would be suitable for Arkan, so my relationship with Arkan improved.
After I thought of something, I grabbed my bag, then hurried away.
***
While on the way, the streets were so crowded and noisy, but even so I continued the journey.
I arrived at a caffe move, there I was waiting for someone.
"Nadara!" call someone when I turn and look for the source of the sound.
I might finally be able to breathe a sigh of relief, because the person I asked to meet was now here.
"Hi! Dar!" greet Dean.
"Hi! Dean!" reply while smiling.
"Hi! Dar!" greet Dion.
"Hi Dion!" my reply.
The two of them sat in front of me, then watched me who was still focused on my drink.
"So what do you need to ask us to come here?" ask Dean.
"I need help, you guys," I said.
"Rocks?" ask Dean again.
"What kind of rock?" ask Dion.
I explained to them my problem, I noticed their reaction.I saw them seem to weigh something.
After they weighed in - hesitating - they finally agreed to help me.
After the conversation was over they decided to go home first, because there was still work to be done.
So did I, who was not after they left, I also left the cafe.
Ting!
I took out my phone that was in the bag and there was a message coming in from Arkan.
[Where are you? ]
The deg!
I pulled my car over for a while, then thought about what message I should reply to.
[I'm outside again, you don't have to worry that I won't be exhausted and won't go to jail again ]
[the promise ]
Ting!
Again - again the message goes to my phone, I lyrics at a glance, I choose to ignore the incoming message and continue the journey.
***
I arrived at a super market, and bought the things I needed. When I finished I returned home.
***
Arriving home, I was greeted by an aunt, who then helped bring my things.
"Well .... not a lot of shopping, want an event?" ask Bibik confused.
"Only a small event - a small one" I replied briefly with a smile that I showed on my face.
"Bibik please help me, yes." I asked.
"Okay, Non!" the symbology.
Bibik and I began to busy doing our work, and focused on our respective tasks.
Drrt!
My attention was split when my phone suddenly shook, someone called me.
I was confused when I wanted to take my phone, my hands were dirty because of the flour, making me unable to touch my phone.
Drt!
The call that had stopped, now came back ringing, I sighed, when I finally saw the aunt, something occurred to me.
"Bus!" call me.
Our distance is not so far away, making the aunt immediately approached me.
"Yes, non?!" ask Bibik.
"Please answer my phone, my hands are full of flour dough so I can't" I explained.
"Okay, Non!" I noticed the bibik who looked confused, it made me so confused.
"Why, Bik?!" many confused.
Bibik looked at me doubtfully - doubtfully.
"A-anu non .. This is a call from Aden," he said.
"I don't dare." she continued.
I let out a breath, inevitably making me wash my hands.
After my hand was cleared, aunt gave me my phone, then returned to its place.
I decided I'd just give him a message, Arkan would understand.
When finished, I return to my previous work that was delayed.this time I will make sure my work will not be interrupted.
***
After a few hours, there was a knock on the door from the outside, rush me to the front room to open the door.
I was surprised, it turned out that only Dean and Dion came, it turned out that my two best friends also.
"Your lo?" confused say.
They snuck in before I let them in, I just chuckled at their attitude.
"Why don't you ask for help, just like us?" asked Shane in a cynical tone.
"Don't let her not need us anymore" Vivia accused in a resentful tone.
"What, anyway?!" myrag.
"I plan to call you guys, but wait for a little work to stay." I explained.
They rolled lazy eyeballs, I knew they wouldn't easily take my explanation for granted.
"So you're here to help me? or do you want to nag me?" ask directly.
Shane and Vivia came right up to me, and I stared at the confused people who were taking over my job.
"Pregnant mothers sit still, let us do the work, ok." they seem serious about doing everything.
I just sighed, and watching the two of them made my kitchen fall apart.
"Dar!" shouted Dean.Contactly I turned to Dean.
"This all wants to be flanked?" dean asked confused, I smiled seeing the item I asked for had been brought by Dean.
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