The Wondering Wife of Young Master Xabiru
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Asta sighed, looking at Xabiru who had been sulking at him since the last time he had patted Dean on the shoulder. He persuaded many times but did not succeed. Confused himself what else he should do so that Xabiru no longer sulked.

Asta with his thoughts and Xabiru with his other thoughts.

Actually, Asta just does not understand Xabiru alone. Not just a hand on Dean's shoulder, but Xabiru felt unnecessary. In fact, here he is the husband, and not Dean. But look, Asta himself even asked for help from others rather than his own husband.

Moreover, actually Asta also has not told his own specifications thoroughly. So, even though Xabiru wanted to help, also he did not know anything here.

Xabiru was on her back, staring at the ceiling of her inpatient room. At the side, Asta looked at Xabiru who finally changed positions with a hopeful look. But Xabiru never looked at him, as a result Asta again sighed and threw away his face with a feeling of annoyance.

So who's to blame? Asta who does not want to explain himself and prefers to ask for help from others, or Xabiru who is equally unwilling to explain his heart's desires and feels jealous of the person asked for help Asta?

Clearly both.

The prestige of two people, equally high. The insensitivity of both people was also very high. Then put together, already the two will often misunderstand in the future. Ah no, if both of them change, then everything will be fine later.

"Uhuk! Sister Asta, I'm done. I've also sent the file to your email." Dean broke the silence between the three people inside the ward. "Also, didn't you just say you were leaving food for Uncle Clode? I'll just drop you off." Dean continues. So that he can quickly get out of the position and the atmosphere is very uncomfortable.

Errgh, however, the suspect in the wrongdoing is Dean. In Xabiru's eyes, Dean was wrong even though Dean and Asta themselves did not feel that way. But, in the end, Dean did grudge himself, blaming himself for what he should have brought Nira alone during a visit.

It will be remembered, in the future, if Asta asks to meet to discuss the problem, then he will invite Nira as an intermediary so that Xabiru does not act cold and make him afraid again.

"Yes, yes, take this with you. Give it to her, and tell her to eat. After a meal remember drink this water, enough for 2 days, drink according to the schedule of taking the drug." Asta immediately took the parcel on the nightstand and gave it to Dean.

Dean picked it up and nodded his head. "Okay, I'll tell you. Then I'll just go now. See you, brother-in-law." Said Dean, who immediately ran out of the room before Xabiru even saw and answered him.

Xabiru clucked, "disrespectful boy!" Grunts later.

Asta let out a chuckle, "It seems like he's being disrespectful for fear of you. Don't you realize your aura is so bleak right now, hm?" Ask Asta gently.

He sat back down and propped up his chin with both hands resting on Xabiru's bed. Xabiru himself looked back at the ceiling of the room and reluctantly looked at Asta.

"Hey, don't you think why I'm sulking this time?" Xabiru's question broke the silence, after a while the two fell silent and only sighed at each other.

"You're jealous of Dean, right?" Asta asked, his face slightly improved as Xabiru relented and first opened a conversation with him. He even poked Xabiru's cheek softly with a small smile.

Xabiru sighed, she then changed her position to sideways, facing Asta with an annoyed look.

"Wrong!" Grunts Xabiru upset, then his hand raised, and anchored on Asta's cheek. With his thumb and index finger, he pinched Asta slowly.

"Why?" Asta asked confused. "I'm wrong, I don't understand very well, can the young master tell me the mistake I made this once?" Asta continued later.

"I feel useless." Xabiru muttered softly. Staring at Asta with a resigned look.

Asta fell silent. He was stunned and thought later about the intent of Xabiru's slow murmur. The two looked at each other with Xabiru still pinching her cheeks.

Just a minute waiting, Xabiru got no answer, he finally gave up, sighed and resigned. "Have it done, I won't take it into account anymore. Just help me get to the bathroom." Xabiru.

Asta looks hesitant, but he then helps Xabiru get up and walk to the bathroom. Closing the door, leaving Xabiru alone, Asta crouched down in front of the bathroom door with a blank look.

After a while, Xabiru finally came out, and returned to his bed. But now, Asta also went up to the bed, and drowned himself in Xabiru's arms.

"Hmm?" Xabiru muttered somewhat surprised at Asta's extremely sudden rate. But his hands were still raised rubbing his back head. "I won't do it again, don't worry. Do what you like in a relaxed manner, don't feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry I just couldn't help myself." Said Xabiru, who felt that Asta was so because of his previous questions and attitudes.

Xabiru thought, maybe Asta felt uncomfortable because he questioned her. Xabiru also thought that if he was wrong, childish just to reveal his uncomfortable feelings.

But another Asta, he felt sad so suddenly hugged Xabiru looking for comfort. He feels a little guilty. Xabiru let out his heart, but usually not. That means, he already feels very uncomfortable, right?

"No, I'm sorry." Asta said, he did not dare to raise his head, so he only looked at Xabiru's chest covered in hospital clothes. His fingers were also not silent, drawing random patterns on his chest. "I didn't say it clearly before." Mumbled further.

Xabiru kept quiet, listened, and did not interrupt Asta's words.

"I was from the Baskoro family before." Asta Saying.

Xabiru. The baskoro? Anastasia who once competed won the tender, and she was defeated? Then, rumors and problems a few months ago... "Don't tell me you really died in your best friend's stab?!" Xabiru asked with a deep tone of voice. Trying to resist emotional turmoil.

"That's what happened. After I won the tender and defeated you, they immediately showed their real faces to me. Tearing off the mask I've been wearing just to take away all my hard work." Clearly Asta was laughing discordantly. He still feels hurt over the incident. His heart throbbed, sick, grilled.

Asta took a breath.

"I was cursed, humiliated, cursed, and tortured. Be repeatedly stabbed in the same place and other places. Until now, I can't even forget the pain."

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