Beautiful Psychiatric Transmigration

The Price That Should Be Paid

"Stop, don't cry anymore."

The hand belonged to a girl who looked faintly.

"You don't know what I'm feeling right now."

"Then you can share it with me, allow me to feel it too."

Setts

Jefra Tjong's eyelids are open.

Did he just dream? Moreover, the dream is very different from the dream that always haunted him all this time. However, why could he not remember what he had just dreamed of?

Mr. J tried to move his hand, but it was like someone was holding back. Then his gaze went down. Renata looks asleep with a position sitting on the floor and resting his head on his hands.

Why did the girl sleep in such a non-wearing position?

Then Mr. J looked around to find out where he was. A room with a feel of peace, which is certainly not his apartment room.

At once Mr. J remembered about him being knocked unconscious by Zayn. At that time he could only be silent and not fight because he confessed if he was guilty. This way Mr. J hopes that the Tan family will not blame Renata again. Let himself be stamped bereng. Let's just say this is the price to be paid, because it has dragged the girl in her selfishness that does not want to be betrothed.

Mr. J's eyes squinted at a wall clock that showed ten o'clock at night. He had been unconscious for almost an hour. Then rise by supporting the body with the other hand.

Renata was still not distracted by the man's movements. It even tightened its grip on Mr. J's hand.

Mr. J had intended to wake Renata up, but was distracted by the corner of the girl's torn lips, there were even traces of blood that had dried up. Instantly his jaw hardened. Then rubbed the cheek of Renata that there is a trace of redness from the palm of Rendra's hand.

"Ugh.." Renata's eyelids moved, about to open.

Mr. J immediately distanced his hand.

"Ah, I overslept," Renata straightened up after fully awakening.

After Jefra Tjong is knocked unconscious by Zayn, Renata takes the man to his room with Alvaro's help. He was the one who treated the wounds on Mr. J's face, and compressed the bruises with ice cubes covered in a small towel.

Renata was somewhat surprised by Mr. J who turned out to be conscious and was looking at him flatly.

"Mr J, are you conscious?" ask Renata rhetorically.

"Hm."

Renata's brown eyeballs shook, feeling grateful that her Jefra had regained consciousness. And sheds her tears back when she sees a trace of bluish bruise on the entire face of the man, there is even a slight tear in the temple. Zayn's punch was very strong. Lucky for Zayn to stop his fist right when Mr. J was unconscious. Otherwise, perhaps Jefra Tjong would have stayed his name.

"Snick girl."

Renata immediately wiped away her tears upon hearing the ridicule that Mr. J had thrown.

"There are still times where you make fun of me after being battered" Renata said.

"The truth is you are a crybaby. Why do you cry for someone who has insulted your family?" mr. J said he was not out of thought.

"It's not your fault. I'm used to being insulted like that" Renata said with a wry smile.

"Did your father get used to hitting you, too?" ask Mr. J to harden his jaw again.

Renata shook his head, "Before it didn't hit me. After all, there is still Brother Zayn who always defends me."

Have I really misjudged it?

Really, Mr. J did not expect that the girl who seemed spoiled, was actually used to getting bad behavior from her family.

Then Renata got up from his position sitting on the floor, and grimaced because he felt tingling at his feet.

"It's your fault that you're sitting on the floor, like there's no chair" J said.

"There are no chairs" said Renata.

Now, Renata regretted that he had cried for the man who did have this annoying nature.

Mr. J shifted a little to the side. Then hinted Renata to sit on the lip of the bed with the movement of the chin.

Renata only complies. His feet also felt sore.

"The injury on your cheek is not treated?" asked Mr. J, still disturbed by Renata's cheek that had been slapped by Rendra.

Renata reflexes holding his cheek, he forgot to self-medicate because he was too worried about Jefra Tjong's state.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt."

Of course Renata lied.

So did Mr. J who did not believe the lie. One thing he just found out, the girl really likes to pretend to be strong. Whereas a girl should be weak and expect protection from those around her.

But why is this girl different?

Then Mr. J grabbed the medicine box that was on the table. Renata frowned in surprise as the man grabbed a cotton swab and poured an antiseptic liquid on the white object.

Renata dodged as Mr. J pointed the cotton at his injured cheek, "What do you want?" tanyanya.

"Let me treat it," replied Mr. J. Kalem.

"That's okay," Renata refused a bit nervously.

"I don't accept rejection, Miss Angelica."

Renata swallowed the heavy salivary. In the end, he nodded despite the doubt.

"St.. Sick," Renata complained as she felt cotton stick to her wound, especially when Mr. J pressed it a little hard.

Mr. J smiled in a slant, "He didn't hurt."

Renata became embarrassed by the words of Mr. J who seemed to mock. Like swallowing your own words.

Unable to see the pained Renata, Mr. J began to do so gently. Treating painstakingly and terminating closing the corners of Renata's torn lips with a wound plaster.

While Renata felt a sigh in his blood. To the point of feeling afraid if the man heard the sound of his heart being pumped fast.

"You've been treating the wounds on my face, haven't you?" ask Mr. J afterwards.

"Y-yeah," Renata answered stammered.

"With this I don't need to feel like I owe you anything."

Like it had soared into the sky and was immediately thrown back to the ground. That was what Renata was currently suggesting, feeling disappointed at the real reason Mr. J was treating him.

I was a fool, I could have considered that it was a genuine concern from him.

Renata smiled blandly.

"You shouldn't have to do that, nor do I assume that you owe me" Renata said.

Mr. J shrugged, "Who knows in the future."

Can Renata now give one punch to that handsome face that is already bonyok? Renata is so worried.

"Hmm," a silence interrupted the two.

Zayn was standing in front of the door that had been open.

"Sir Zayn," Renata immediately got up from her sitting position.

"Come out, Renata," Zayn said expressionlessly.

Renata didn't directly say, "Sir Zayn won't beat him again, right?" tanyakanya.

Oh, comeon. Didn't Mr. J just come to his senses from his stupor.

"I just want to talk to him."

_To Be Continued_