Wedding of the Eldest Princess and the Bungsu Son
Romanticism in the Hospital

Nia looked at her faithful daughter sitting outside the hospital. It's already night and the room guards can't be more than one person. So they took turns to meet Gala. Jonh's grandfather and Hendra's grandfather are on a business trip out of town and will be up to two days away, while Gala's parents have already booked their return ticket from America. His sister-in-law will probably be here tomorrow. Abel didn't care, all he thought about now was that he had to be with Gala.

"Yaudah, Mother and Father went home first. Tomorrow Mother comes here again memenin you. Don't you forget to eat, honey?" Nia said while hugging her daughter.

Abel nodded, feeling the swipe Nia gave him made Abel a little calmer. Although it had not been completely calm because he had not seen Gala's condition. "Be careful, Bund. Thanks for bringing my clothes and food here."

Nia nodded and kissed the top of her son's head, as did Doni who now hugged her daughter tightly. Just this time she saw her daughter crying again after an old incident happened to her. "Father's son is strong, don't cry anymore huh. Gala already gapapa, now just memenin him until healed huh?"

"Yes, Dad. Thank you, Abel is strong" Abel smiled back.

"Then Daddy and Mommy go home first yes, you take care of your health not to get sick too" said Doni.

Abel nodded and smiled. After that Nia and Doni set foot to go home. When their backs were no longer visible, Abel entered the room of Gala.

Gala looked at Abel who had changed his clothes, the last time she saw that Abel's clothes were full of his blood. His eyes looked puffy, so he felt unbearable because it had made Abel cry.

Abel sat beside Gala and took her husband's hand. "Highly already home, he tipped the same greeting you he said cepet healed."

"Hm." Gala nodded as she looked towards Abel.

"It's so hot my wife is crying. I prefer to see you angry turns out, make you cry even sad gini innate." Gala let go of their grasp and turned to stroke Abel's cheek.

"Lo bruised gini, fucking Dion. My wife is beautiful even so there is a bonyoknya. Hurt huh? I'll teach you another lesson when I see you" said Gala.

"No pain, it's also common for taekwondo practice. Yesterday I was just a little scared, the rest I can face." Abel paused his words.

"I'm sorry, if I'm the same way you do not follow surely will not be rich gini," said Abel regretted.

"Gapapa, I'm even grinning. Because I'm sick I know your true feelings" ledek Gala.

Abel simply moved his lips. He cannot be angry now or upset. Seeing Gala lying in the hospital alone was heartless. "It hurts, Gal. Don't tempt me."

"Hahahaha I'm sorry, can I ask you something?" Ask Gala.

"What do you want?" Abel asked back.

"Dion said what was the same yesterday? She threatened you again?"

Abel shakes. "Don't talk about it first, mending now you rest. Let's get better, I'll keep you here. If you need anything just say."

"Sir, Bell. Let me calm down and know what I have to do next" Gala said.

"Gal, this is not your problem. I've had problems with him before and I haven't been able to tell you." Abel emboldened himself to talk about this, even though he could not explain his past problems.

"What problem?" Ask Gala curiously.

"Gue can't tell me now but I've had problems with him and it traumatized me, until I had to take drugs that you always forbid" Abel replied.

"Yaudah you sleep now yeah, don't move much. You need to rest." Abel stood up and lifted the Gala blanket. The man smiled looking at his wife who was very considerate.

Gala pulled Abel's arm and looked at him. "Love vitamins first let me get well."

Abel knew what Gala meant. But really, when she asked him in the hospital? "Engga, Gala. This is the hospital, I'll get well later."

"Bel, kiss," he whined like a child, the difference was that Gala's voice was much more hoarse wet.

"Ck, what's this supposed to be?" Abel did not believe her husband's behavior.

Gala nodded and pulled back Abel's arm. Abel slowly brought his face closer and gently kissed Gala's lips. Didn't do anything he just stuck his lips. 5 seconds doing it, Abel put his lips away. "Udah, now sleep."

Gala smiled in satisfaction after getting what she wanted. Abel sat back in his chair and rubbed Gala's hands. Somehow even he was sleepy, while Gala was still cool looking at the girl.

"Gue's not sleepy, you're sleeping. Or are you sleeping here?" Gala asked as she patted the bed next to her."

"No, Gal. You will get a wound, still not dry. I'm here," Abel refused.

"Let's get sick if you sleep there, Bel," said Gala softly.

"Gal, the sick one is lo. Why did you tell me to sleep?"

Gala gave space to her bed and looked back at Abel. "Pette here both. Small wounds rich in gini feel nothing. I don't want you to get sick later because take care of me."

"Gala ... "

"Bel, would you dispute the husband? Want sins? The wife who is not obedient to her husband she sinned especially her husband told her to do good" Gala said.

"But Gala was your wound if you accidentally hit how? I've been here anyways I've taken care of my father and not why."

"Cepet or I won't sleep all night" Gala threatened.

Abel clucked, he finally complied. This gala is indeed forced and must be obeyed by his words. Slowly Abel climbed into the bed, but he thought about how comfortable the position would be for Gala.

Gala stretched out her arms to serve as a cushion, her hands pulling Abel's body into her arms. Honestly, it still feels painful. But everything is not felt if done for Abel.

Abel returned Gala's embrace and tried his best not to hit her wound. For a moment he put his face to Gala. Indeed the doctor said the wound was not too deep, but still he was worried.

Gala smiled and kissed Abel's lips gently. "Sleep, Pretty. I know you're sleepy, I'll sleep after you fall asleep."

Abel smiled as Gala kissed her lips. "But the sick you, you should sleep first."

"Don't you tell me who's sick, but who's her husband here? So you have to sleep first, just me."

Abel nodded resignedly, he would indeed never win if he fought Gala. Slowly his eyes closed, his drowsiness had indeed attacked since, so it did not take long for Abel to fall asleep. Gala smiled at Abel who was already asleep. He kissed his wife softly.

"Good Night, honey," he whispered