
The two of them were now in the place where Wira parked the car. Dara scanned her husband's entire body with a look of anxious eyes that were popping out. Wira's handsome face was injured and began to look some bruises that appeared to the surface.
"How's this? it's impossible to go to work in a hospital with this condition." Dara grimaced at the condition of her husband.
"I'm fine, baby. For these men it is common, just this kind of wound will not affect me much. So, don't worry so." The hero convinced his wife to remain calm.
"What's really going on? didn't Mas say he was going to tell us about our status, but why did it become a muscle fight arena?" Dara asked in a pushy tone asking for an explanation.
"There was a little misunderstanding until we got out of control. This is the other side of the men. I know this is wrong, because it puts more emotion than logic," he said tucked a tone of regret in it.
"But next time you don't be as reckless as before. My heart was about to be dislodged when you suddenly appeared to protect me" she asked firmly.
"I'm so scared of something happening to you Mas, I'm afraid of losing you. Next time, don't do this again. Think of me and our baby who really need you, if something bad happens to you I won't be able to bear that kind of thinking." Dara said softly accompanied by clear details that re-decomposed on her beautiful face.
"I'm sorry for worrying you. In the future I will try to control my emotions more."Jemari Wira wiped the tears that spread on Dara's face and scooped the tiny body into her arms.
"Don't cry anymore hmm," sighed the gentle Hero.
Some time they still remain in that position until finally both of them loosen their arms. Seen Freya who ran towards them, the tomboyish girl was looking for Dara's whereabouts because the class was about to start.
"Ra, let's go to class, don't be late. The lecturer this morning did not tolerate any delay for any reason," Freya asked still with her chest up and down.
"Go back to class and don't worry about me. I'll get you your phone soon." The hero took Dara's phone left in the car and handed it over.
"But I can't concentrate very well if you're like this Mas" he said.
"My little baby. Papa left for work first, don't be naughty in there yes," he muttered softly full of affection.
Then Wira stood up and kissed the top of Dara's head with a friendly, making Freya turn her gaze because of the embarrassment presented such intimate scenes to cause her face to warm up.
"I'm leaving first, baby. I'll pick you up later in the afternoon. Titip Dara and Frey."
Freya nodded and Wira said goodbye to the two. Dara waved her hand and inevitably finally she let her husband go to work even though his heart was not willing.
"Well, we're sneaking into class." Freya pulls Dara's arm.
"I'm not excited. It felt like I was eager to follow Mas Wira to go to the hospital and help treat her injuries." Dara spoke lethargic while tugging at the strap of her bag of shells.
"Haish. since when did you become so pussy. What did your husband not say? he asked you to study quietly." Freya tried to persuade and emphasize each of her words.
"All right." Dara stepped her legs lazily while bowed uninspired.
"Eh Frey, how about Anggi. Duuh. I didn't mean to lie to you." Dara breathed heavily.
"Quiet down. I've talked to Anggi, but you owe us an explanation of this shocking matter" Freya replied as she patted Dara on the back.
"OKAY. I'll explain it to you guys. After class I'll tell you everything."