Alesia: My KetBok, My Hubby!

111: Nervous!

Lesya slammed, curled, hit, brushed off the attack from her opponent. Sometimes he helps Angga stand up. Mayang has been brought into Angga's car.

"Dad, you come in, let me be with Elvan! " Angga shakes fast. "No dad come! "

"Argh! " Lesya took a few steps back. The wound on his stomach began to reopen.

Furious, Lesya began to blindly* some people who ganged up on her. Sometimes he was helped by Elvan until they were many who were helpless. Gilang had left with his car.

Angga heaved a sigh of relief to see if many of Gilang's men who had been weakly sprawled on the ground. Angga ran to his car and checked the condition of Mayang which was apparently still intact.

"Huft thank God you're all right! " Mayang nodded. He came out and ran towards Lesya and Elvan. "You don't papa, do you? "

With a compact they shake. "Thank God! Let's go home afraid someone might crack up again! " They nodded and got into their respective cars.

Indeed, the road they passed was a fairly quiet road. In an afternoon like this, vehicles rarely pass because the time of return to work the employees have not arrived.

Lesya who glazed over in the car accidentally saw a bruise on the smooth eel. "Diamond*n! Jidat I shh! " small Lesya muttered.

Elvan stopped his car in the middle of a busy road. He took the P3K box inside the car drawer and gave it to Lesya. "Well! "

Lesya turned her head and took the ointment. Likewise with Elvan who treated his wounds that were on his face. Elvan accidentally realizes that Lesya's abdominal wounds are starting to open again. "Hisses! "

Lesya was surprised when Elvan opened two buttons under her uniform. "Shut up! " Lesya complied and silently looked at Elvan treating her wounds.

He smiled faintly realizing that this man before him was extremely handsome. The sharp nose, the hair a little messy, the eyebrows thick, the black eyes made himself fixated for a moment. "Gw know I'm handsome! "

"Huh? Whahuh? A handsome? The face of the sandal cake is proud! " Elvan smiled faintly looking at Lesya who was evasive about her being glued to the good looks she had.

Elvan brought his face closer to Lesya making Lesya have to rewind her face. Elvan deliberately made Lesya tenders even fall asleep on the bench next to the wheel.

Lesya closed her eyes and opened her eyes quickly. He only realized that he was under Elvan with an ambiguous position. "P-pan! Build ish! "

Elvan did not budge precisely he touched the bruise on the girl's forehead making Lesya grimace little. "St! " Elvan looked at Lesya. "ill? "

Lesya nodded small. "Wake up! Lo heavy tauk! " Elvan was still silently staring at Lesya's bead.

Lesya quickly closed her eyes because she did not want to linger staring even stared at by Elvan. A few minutes in the same position, Elvan finally stood up to hear a knock from the glass of his car. "Shit! Just interrupt! "

Lesya opened her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief to see him. He quickly got up and pocketed two uniform buttons underneath.

Elvan opened the windshield and lowered his head from the windshield. Apparently one cop knocked on the windshield of his car. "Why? "

Elvan's face this time back flat as usual. The police officer almost gulped his mouth rough. "I'm sorry, you stopped in a restricted area. Even other drivers are difficult to pass because it is blocked your car! "

Elvan glanced at the rearview mirror of his car. Sure enough many cars and motorcycles that stopped behind him even honked their respective vehicles. "Eh! "

On the way home Lesya just saw her phone. No sound came out of the couple's mouth. Awkward, for Lesya alone but not for Elvan whose note rarely speaks.

Tired of her phone, Lesya put her phone back in and stared at the streets. Until he didn't realize they had arrived at Grey's residence. "Down! "

"Huh? Nyampe already? " Lesya opened her seatbelt and got out of the car. He immediately sauntered away first leaving Elvan there.

Lesya who saw Mayang in the living room while treating Angga's wounds because it called Mayang's name. "Mother? "

They turned their heads and glanced at Lesya who was approaching them. "Udah sampa? Take a shower and let it go down for dinner"

Lesya nodded and headed for her room. She quickly went inside the bathroom and cleaned herself up which felt sticky.

A few minutes after, Lesya came out holding her stomach which was a little painful. He found Elvan who opened his undershirt and treated the wound on his stomach. "Pa? "

Elvan who noticed Lesya's whereabouts quickly closed his wounds and stared at Lesya's datsr. "Hm? " Lesya tilted her head looking at the strange Elvan.

"Lo why the hell? " Lisya quickly sat down on the sofa beside Elvan and picked up the P3K box on the sofa table.

Lesya reveals Elvan's shirt slightly upwards and begins to focus on treating the wound in Elvan's abdomen. He did not know if the wound came from one of the men who wanted to punch him in the back.

Elvan resigned only if the wound was touched or treated by Lesya. With a Lesya telanten clean and then bandage the wound with bandages. "God! "

"It hurts? Hold tight! " Elvan just stared at Lesya's bead and stroked the girl's wet hair. Lesya who focuses on treating fast asked about yesterday. "Lo yesterday the chairman of TW? "

Elvan nodded. Lesya was stunned in disbelief. "So bener? " Lesya quickly sat back down to look at Elvan. "Yes! "

"Whoah! Cool! Join me at LC! " Elvan scrambles Lesya's hair gemes. "Aren't we enemies? " Lisa thought for a moment. "Yes, we are enemies! Far away from me! " sewot Lesya.

Elvan smiled faintly at Lesya who hit her arm. "Btw, who brought me to apart? I feel like I'm beating up people again"

"Gw! " Lesya was stunned by Elvan's short answer. If Elvan brought himself back to the apartment, then he saw his childish behavior, right? Think Lesya.

Lesya already knew if she was drunk, she would act like a 3-year-old child. "Ja-so you take me when I'm drunk? " Elvan nodded.

Lesya subconsciously stood up and pointed towards the panicked Elvan. He hoped that Elvan would not know his attitude when he was drunk. Where will his pride be? Her thought.

"What is my attitude? Drunk time! " Elvan was eager to mock the nervous Lesya. "Why? "

"Y-yeah, answer me, what's so hard?! " Elvan raised his eyebrows. "Yesterday, you bite my finger! " Silent, Lesya wanted to sink her face into the current Indian ocean floor.

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