
***the next day..
Dyana had not heard Marcus' voice in her room for a day.
“Where is he?” dyana murmured in the heart.
“Dyana..it's lunch time.” Frans said while bringing lunch to Dyana.
Frans also helped Dyana to change her position to sit and lean a little.
“ayo open your mouth!” Frans orders, with a spoon filled with rice and a little vegetable.
“Frans, where's Marcus ?” instead of opening her mouth, Dyana asks about Marcus' whereabouts to Frans.
“Marcus?” Frans repeated while thinking. He himself actually does not know where exactly the Marcus went. “entahlah. I don't know. Maybe she went to visit her boyfriend.” Frans chirps from the sound. “ayo open your mouth first Dyana you must immediately finish this rice and drink your medicine.” Frans' orders once again.
“Pacar?”Dyana said in disbelief. Obviously Marcus yesterday expressed his love for Dyana today because he was already a girlfriend. “Basic si Frans!! Just tell him he doesn't know where Marcus is! No need to add HOAX frills like that.” Dyana said in her heart.
“aku not hungry.” Dyana is upset. “And you!! When are you here?” dyana asked Frans. Come to think of it, people don't go back to their homes.
Frans glanced at Dyana for a moment. Then he put the spoon back into the bowl he was holding.
Want to say that he will be here for Dyana to recover, Frans still feels very gensi. “you should be grateful that I am still here. In this house besides the waiter, Jack and his girlfriend Jack, there is no one here.” Said Frans as much as possible to hide the real reason he still survives in the house.
“No need!! I don't need to! I've asked the housekeeper to find me a nurse. So you can go home.” Dyana cuek.
Frans looked at Dyana.. This woman really does not appreciate the effort she has done.
“I actually want to leave this house. Do you think I'm as unemployed as you? I have a lot of business in the office. But how else, aunt Mary's mother really asked me to help you. So yeah, here I am to look after you.” Kilah Frans's.
“Terupon you alone Frans! I'm tired of talking to people like you!” Dyana then chose to be quiet. In Dyana's mind right now it's just Marcus. Where is this man now.
***
“How did you feel after visiting the graves of your parents Kenz?” Alesya asked who could not go with Kenzo, Marcus and Skala to Kenzo's parents' grave because her stomach was not good from this morning.
“I've felt calmer baby.” Kenzo answered while sitting on the edge of the bed where Alesya was lying. “How are you doing now? still sick?” Kenzo asked as he held onto Alesya's stomach.
“My throat still doesn't feel good Kenz. Maybe it's because I was too tired yesterday. Tired feeling.” Alesya whispered with a smile to her husband. “But despite the pain I'm glad all finally returned to normal and full of happiness.”
Kenzo kissed Alesya. “ are you sure we don't have to go to the hospital? Or I'll call uncle to check on you how?” is doing Asked Kenzo who was still anxious about Alesya's state that still looked a little pale.
“Trust me Kenz. Every time I get exhausted or think too much it goes straight like this. You don't have to worry. Brought ntar break will also improve.”
“Uncle and Scale where?” alesya asked who had not seen the little boy since coming home from eating her grandparents.
“They are outside. On the beach. I don't know what they're talking about either. They slept together last night. I'm sure they don't sleep right away.” Guess Kenzo.
“I agree with you dear.” Alesya Typhoon.
“Dear alesya.. Your husband is not a weak man. I'm very strong now. Do you want proof?” a meaningful smile fell on the corner of Kenzo's lips.
“Basic!! You can try every chance! If you can't then you'll say you're just kidding, but if you can then you'll get in gear one, and get in on the action!” chirps Alesya who already understands the character of her husband.
“OK..oke..!! you are the only woman who understands me, baby!” kenzo again kissed Alesya's forehead.
“Kenz.. I remembered something.” Alesya said, and her face turned serious.
“heem.. What's up?” kenzo asked Alesya, then picked up an apple on a small table beside the bed and began peeling it.
“aibi and uncle. “ Alesya Say.
“aibi and uncle? Why them?” kenzo asked as he continued to focus on peeling the apple in his hand.
Aleysa was lazy to her husband who looked very indifferent to his statement earlier.” Come on honey.?” alesya Whimper, Alesya,
“sayang, they are both adults.” Change Kenzo.
“that's not Kenzo, I mean, are you going to bless the relationship between aunt Dyana and uncle Marcus now?”
“of course. But as for the matter of blessing, I actually have no right, dear. It's all my grandparents' right. After all since when an aunt who wants to get married or an uncle who wants to get married needs the blessing of her nephew.” Kenzo immediately fed a piece of apple into Aleysa's mouth.
Alesya took the apple in her bite by hand because it made it difficult for her to speak. “But as far as I know, you're the only obstacle they have to cross to get back together.” Alesya said with confidence.
“You concluded too quickly.” Kenzo.
“I didn't recklessly conclude Kenz. auntie herself told me that. If the relationship with Marcus won't be possible as long as Marcus and you haven't made up.” Alesya.
“ya. suppose I am indeed an obstacle in their love relationship. But are you sure I'm the only obstacle in their relationship? Aren't you thinking of her mother the aunt who staunchly betrothed her aunt to Frans? The proof is Frans is in our house right now.” Answer Kenzo who suddenly massaged his head.
“does your head hurt again Kenz?” alesya exclaimed in panic and immediately changed her position to sit down.
“No.. I just got dizzy considering their love triangle.” Answer Kenzo origin.
“huft!! I think your illness relapsed again.” Alesya panicked.
“ just relax madam Dayson! I'm already very good at the moment. Especially with your presence that is always on my side.” Kenzo started to crunch again.
“you start again..” Alesya pinched her husband's waist.
***connected.
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