Trapped in Love Cute Boss
Part 17's

I put a spoonful of porridge in my mouth, chewed it, then swallowed it. Repeat a few times, delicious too. I happen to be hungry too. 

"Why do you eat?" tanyakanya.

"And my father did not want to eat. Yes, I made Nay," I replied as I prepared to feed the gruel. Suddenly Mr. Juna grabbed his porridge before entering my mouth.

"Again!" her door. I also bribed him with a smile. Once in a while Mr. Juna had to be done.

"This is the medicine sir." I thrust some medicine into his palm, after Mr. Juna laid down his breakfast.

After Mr. Juna took his medicine, Mama-in-law and Tisha came accompanied by Pras. They immediately asked how Mr. Juna was doing. We also engaged in small talk, while Pras was silent. Sometimes his eyes glanced at me.

"Loh Nay, your face why is blue-blue so dear?" ask mama-in-law.

"Eh this, fell out of Ma's bathroom," I replied lyingly.

"Oh Allah, be careful dong dear. Pras medin gih your sister-in-law!" Mama told Pras to treat my bruises. This waduh.

Pras nodded, then pulled my hand. Mr. Juna was about to protest, but stopped because there was Mama and Tisha. I saw her stare so sharp that she pierced the heart. As if to say, 'Review you're Nay.' Die me!

I tried to let go of the hand Pras was holding, but he wouldn't let go. "Release Pras! I can walk by myself."

He did not rub it, even further tighten his hand checks. "Don't take a chance in the narrow-mindedness" I said.

He paused his steps for a moment, replying to me, "I don't care," 

Pras took me to the cafeteria, then sat down on one of the benches. "Wait here" he said, then walked away.

I sighed, this story is complicated. Why should there be an ex between me and Mr. Juna.

Before long Pras came, he brought a small basin filled with cold water and a small towel. Then start compressing my temple area. "Aw, Slow down Pras!" 

"Udah, we eat first" he said after finishing compressing my temple, then ordered food.

"Gak ah, want to nemenin Mr. Juna," said I want to move. But Pras pulled my hand, made me sit in the first place.

"Don't ngeyel! How sick will it hurt? I don't want to see you sick" he insisted.

All right, I'm giving up. My stomach is hungry anyway. Before long the waiter brought a bowl of porridge. Pras immediately stirred it up, and began to scoop it up.

"Loh Pras, kok only sa.." had not yet had time to end my speech, Pras put a spoonful of soft rice into my mouth. Isha!

"Let me, let me" I said with my mouth constantly chewing. He took over the bowl of porridge in front of him. But my intention was rejected outright, Pras bribed me again. He's stubborn, you forcible.

Before the bowl of porridge ran out, my stomach refused to fill. "Udah Pras, I'm full" I said.

"Yes, drink this!" he offered a tablet of pain medication and mineral water.

"Hmmm," I muttered and then took the medicine as he ordered.

I thought Pras would go after him, but he instead spent the rest of the porridge on the bowl using the same spoon. That right? Uh!

"Pras, that's my ex. Why are you eating? Buy it again" I protested.

Pras smiled wryly, "I want a bowl with you,"

Buset, this is a boy!

Pras and I walked together, towards Mr. Juna's room. But something was awkward, people were looking at me strangely. Why them? Just yeah, look at the angel passing by.

For a moment I thought, ah yes last night I came by the moon. Don't-don't

... I looked at the back of the pants. Oh God!

I stopped my steps, trying to cover the area behind me. Pras looked at me in surprise, then asked, "Why Nay?"

"That's.., anu..., em...."

"What the hell is Nay? Come fast!"

"Through," I said.

"What's translucent?" ask Pras.

"Anu, last night I came by the moon. Haven't had time to wear a sanitary pad," I replied grinning while scratching the nape.

"You should change your clothes. Come on!" take it with you as it passes.

"But I have to ask Mr. Juna's permission first," I said, following his steps.

Pras grinned, "Necessary,"

"Pokokny must!" my firmness. We also entered the ward of Mr. Juna.

"Sir, Nay permission to go home first. Want to change clothes," I said to Mr. Juna.

Mr. Juna looked at me from top to bottom, then scrunched his forehead. He pointed at the coat wrapped around my waist, "That's..."

Pras meyerobot, "Jasku. The pants are dirty,"

"Yes, sir, I'm all over again... Come the moon," I said with a sigh.

"Then you got home and what?" tanyakanya.

"I.." did not have time to answer, Pras cut my words.

"With me." This guy really likes to sneak into people's words. Huh!

"Can't!" snapped Mr. Juna.

The mother-in-law looked at us in wonder, "Well why? Pras is your brother, Nay will be safe with him. Is that Pras?"

Pras nodded, smiling with satisfaction. Mr. Juna growled, his eyes glaring sharply. Then try to get up, remove the infusion hose in his hand.

"Astagfirulloh, sir. What's Juna sir?" my peek. We were all shocked, seeing Mr. Juna's hand bleed. I grabbed the tissue, and cleaned it.

"Let's go home!" invite him, with a step terseok Pak Juna pulled my hand.

"But you're still sick. I can take a taxi home," I refused subtly.

"Yes Jun. You're still lemes anyway," Mama also persuaded Mr. Juna, as well as Tisha.

"I want to go home now!" his fall.

We also give in to him. Tisha and I helped get Mr. Juna. While Mama and Pras, went to take care of the administration.

We waited in Pras' car. Although Mr. Juna refused, and took me to take a taxi. But Tisha managed to persuade her sister.

Not long after, Pras and Mama got into the car. Mama sat with Pras in front, while Tisha and I sat next to Juna. Pras started driving his car.

"Jun, do you want to go back to your house or do you want to come with your mom?" ask Mama, looking back.

"Juna just want to go home ma," replied Mr. Juna.

"Pity Nay must take care of you alone. At home, there will be a lot of mama. Go home to your mom first, right?" persuade Mama.

"No! I want to go home, with Nay." Juna sir squeezed my hand, fixed on his stance.

"Let it be ma. Nay can take care of Mr. Juna alone," I said.

"Are you sure, baby?" ask Mama.

I nodded, reassuring Mama. If his will is not obeyed it can be bad. Surely Mr. Juna will scold me all out later.

Finally my mother relented, "Alright, but if there's anything, don't hesitate to call me, yes,"

"Yes ma." After that, there was no more chatter between us. Everything dissolves in each other's minds. I saw Pras looking at me through the glass above, but I immediately threw my eyes away. Afraid of Mr. Juna who had been looking at me sharply since.

"We can't stop by, baby. It's okay to stay together?" mama asked me after this car stopped in front of the house.

"Father, ma" I replied. Then memapah Pak Juna down from the car.

"About the newlyweds huh ma?" tease Tisha. They laughed except Pras, his face was red.

Mr. Juna grabbed me, then kissed me on the cheek. He said as he raised his eyebrows, "The new bride will have to stick constantly. Is that right, baby?"

"I... Yes," I answered. Shy kissed in public. Ah Pak Juna must have deliberately wanted Pras manas-manasin who was looking at us annoyed.

"Yes we have come home first yes," said the mother while waving her hands. Without saying anything Pras re-applied his car.