Buttered

Chapter 126

In the bathroom, Sarah did not shower. He was still silent as he sat on the closed seat that was there, while looking towards the door that was right in front of him.

Sarah took many long breaths. In his heart he felt Tristan had completely changed. But his mind still lacks faith in that. Sarah thinks Tristan is amnesiac. So Tristan behaved well to Sarah, because she thought Sarah was his wife. And surely since Tristan woke up from his coma, Mr. Arya Hutama has said many things. Perhaps her father-in-law said they married because they loved each other. That's not the real reason.

Sarah felt that she should discuss this matter with someone. Because if from his point of view that indeed from the beginning had a conflict with Tristan. Sarah would be very hard-pressed to believe a hundred percent in Tristan. Moreover, the man had even left her at two in the night, to pursue his lover who was abroad. The 17-hour journey was not a problem for him at all. Sarah could imagine, how much Tristan loved that woman named Shanum.

Thinking about all of that made Sarah have a headache. Sarah rubbed her face rough, then decided to take a shower instead.

Some time later, Sarah had finished her bath and changed clothes. Sarah learns to put her other dressing gown in the closet in the guest bathroom. Actually it was just in case Tristan was lashing at him and locked the door of his main room. Now Sarah's thinking is really useful. Clothes in other cabinets besides the main room are finally useful.

After feeling tired, Sarah slept on the sofa in the television room. Because there the size of the Sofanya is large, larger and longer than the sofa in the living room.

"I have to talk to someone, is it time I was honest with you about this. But, no. No, you will think. To Arumi? aih.. existing he will give an idea that is anti-mainstream. He's very upset with Tristan. I'm confused.. Can I talk to Rendra's sister? hah, not really. He wants me and Tristan to be together. Ck. Just sleep!"

He was tired of thinking and his body was tired. Sarah fell asleep quickly.

On the contrary, someone who was in the main room of the apartment even since earlier felt very difficult to close his eyes.

Tristan continued to move right and left, rolling right and left. Even he repeatedly moved the position of the pillow and bolster, but still could not sleep. Eventually, Tristan decided to get up and sit down. His eyes were pointing towards the door.

"His bath is long? it's been an hour. Is she a mermaid? took a long shower?" ask Tristan nagging.

Tristan even continued to nag because he waited for Sarah who never went into the room. Waiting for Sarah to take a shower really put Tristan's patience to the test. He had actually run out of patience.

Tristan finally got out of bed in a hurry. In a hurry, he walked towards the door. Tristan opened the door of his room and rushed out.

"Don't she faint in the bathroom?"

Tristan still continued to wonder, while walking towards the guest bathroom. But as soon as he passed through the middle room. Steps ceased.

He approached the television room sofa and Tristan immediately ruffled his waist.

"Good God, look at him. I waited for him to get upset, I thought he fainted in the bathroom. But it turns out he's sleeping here. Ck...!"

Tristan was upset, but saw Sarah who was asleep. Tristan could only take a long breath.

After that his sense of shame was immediately lost, he went forward and confirmed Sarah's blanket that almost fell to the floor. Tristan squatted in front of Sarah's face.

Tristan's hand slowly moved towards Sarah's face. Tristan confirmed the strands of hair covering Sarah's face. Very slowly, Tristan tidied Sarah's hair.

"Sarah, I'm really sorry. I really want to fix everything. I really want to start everything from scratch with you!" tristan said in a very slow voice.

His slow horn was probably only he himself could hear it. After saying that, Tristan then woke up again. She noticed Sarah looked comfortable despite sleeping on the sofa, because it was a very nice sofa. Very soft and very expensive. In fact, it is almost equivalent to or fruit beds king size.

Don't want to bother Sarah who seems so slumbering. Tristan also said.

"Good night Sarah, sleep well. Sweet dream!"

After saying that, Tristan went back to his room. He looked around his room, he used to keep a lot of photos of Shanum in his room. But now none of them are in his room. It must have been his father. Even so, Tristan did not feel any objection at all. That was what he would do when he returned to this apartment. Tristan will also dispose of all the photos and anything related to Shanum.

The next day...

Sarah felt a scent that was so fragrant and made her stomach immediately feel hungry passing in her nose. Sarah felt it was not a dream, because the smell was so real.

Sarah opened her eyes slowly, looking at the glass window that was covered with curtains. As it was still very early in the morning, the light from outside was not too bright. Sarah's eyes also headed toward the wall clock in the room. And it turns out it's still 6 o'clock in ten minutes.

Sarah got up and stretched her arm muscles. From the kitchen he heard a voice like a man cutting something on a cutting board. And it also sounds like something fried.

Out of curiosity, Sarah immediately made her bed. He folded the blanket and confirmed the position of the sofa cushions he was wearing.

Sarah then walked towards the kitchen. Slightly astonished, he saw a man in a short-sleeved black shirt, wearing an apron and looking seriously dismembered an onion.

"Tristan!" greet Sarah who feels that men with such a style look so different.

(Actually according to the author as well anyway, guys tuh if you wear short-sleeved black shirts, keep cooking. Moreover, the cooking tastes good. Hrithik Roshan is passing by. That's the best thing, isn't it?)

Tristan looked at Sarah who called him.

"Did I wake you, was I so noisy?" tristan asked him to stop what he was doing.

Sarah shook her head quickly.

"Not really, it's morning. But what are you doing? you just healed? should be plenty of rest. Let me continue!" sarah approached Tristan to continue the work Tristan was doing.

But before Sarah could reach for the knife Tristan had placed next to the cutting board. Tristan first held Sarah's arms and led her to sit in the dining room.

"No, I'll cook for you today. You sit here quietly. I feel like I'm really good at cooking, so my wife, sit here and let your husband serve you a loving breakfast!"

Cup

Sarah was instantly speechless, she pegged getting a kiss on the top of her head when Tristan told her to sit down. Not only because of the kiss on the head, Sarah even felt her heart feel something that she could not explain when she heard the words of husband and wife that Tristan just said.

'Well, none of this is true. Tristan seemed to really deepen the character of a good husband as Arya's father told her. Do I have to tell Tristan the truth? if we were married just because of a deal. And the one he loved was actually...!' Sarah even paused what she said in her heart.

His gaze shifted to Tristan who occasionally smiled at him while still busy cooking.

'That smile might not be for me, either. I have to talk to Tristan, the doctor says his brain is normal, I think I should tell him everything!' inner Sarah sure.

He really did not want to deceive Tristan who had the same amnesia.

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