Can I See You Again

Gandeng My Hands!

Youra sighed violently, seeing what appeared after the door was opened. Very unexpectedly, the Crown Prince who had never visited the queen finally came suddenly. He stepped out of his foot after the door opened. He found his wife in pain holding the heat in her hand.

The queen sneerily approached Youra. Pretend friendly. Pretend attention. Pulling Youra's hand, clasping at her side, stroking the hand she had almost destroyed.

"Your Majesty, look at this wife of yours. He dropped the warm tea, but humbly refused to help me," the queen dodged.

Humble? Hmh! Even if you're not the queen, I'll finish you off soon.

The Crown Prince stood at the door of the chamber, silent, doing nothing. Soon after the queen and Youra stood up, giving a respectful greeting to the Crown Prince. Youra just kept her face down, continuing to clutch her agonized hand. The Crown Prince stepped in front of the queen, then sat down next to Youra. That distance is very close. Yes, the man was her husband and had the right to sit anywhere, Youra could not throw him out, and could not show that hatred in front of many people.  Youra could only be petrified, after repeatedly forgetting about last night's events.

**

Astonished, everyone who was there was dumbfounded. Without a second thought, the Crown Prince who had just sat down directly pulled the hand of Youra who was in pain by force. He clasped the tiny hand, without looking at his wife's face. 

"Bring cold water," the Crown Prince ordered a servant. Soon the servant returned after bringing the container filled with water to the Crown Prince. He did not look at the face of his wife or the queen, and continued to leave the tiny hand in his grasp. The heart that was beating so fast, making Youra's hand might just be pale and cold. But the husband's warm grasp made him hold back repeatedly. She tried to let go of her husband's grasp, but it was impossible for her to win. The hand was very firm touching it. 

The queen glance anchored on the two fused hands, then turned to Youra.  The Crown Prince drew his wife's hand closer, and with his, he carried her hand into the container of cold water.

"Give him treatment and recovery as soon as possible" the Crown Prince again gave orders to the servants.

"Your Majesty."

For some reason, Youra's heart was pounding more and more erratically. It's not love, it's a sense of awkwardness. Strangely enough, after the incident last night he even remained sweet to Youra.

The Queen Mother who witnessed that sweet gesture, was wide in disbelief. Afterwards he clapped his hands not knowing why. "Isn't this great? The Crown Prince finally came to see his mother," the queen pretended to be friendly.

The Crown Prince continued to stare at his mother, without looking at Youra at all.  "I came only to ask your prayers, so that my wife and I can be together forever," replied the Crown Prince confidently. 

Forever then? It won't.

The Crown Prince let go of the grasp, having finished sweeping away the remnants of water that stuck to the wife's tiny hands. The queen blinked a few times. Afterwards he laughed out loud, surprising Youra and the servants.

"really great. My son-in-law can even change my son overnight." The Queen continued to shake her head, while pouring tea for the Crown Prince.

"What have you been doing to him all night? Wasn't last night your first night?" ask queen. The gaze continued to be aimed at her daughter-in-law, while biting on a piece of sweet rice cake. He tried to fish, probably because he heard from the birds about the first night that was destroyed.

Youra squeezed her dress. That question cannot be answered. His mouth seemed to be tightly locked, making him unable to speak, even to dodge. She slowly turned to her husband, feeling I don't know. Suddenly,

"I don't think there's anything else we need to talk about. I resigned, took my wife to see the king." The Crown Prince stood up, followed by Youra after. The husband did not turn his head to Youra. He came out after he finished greeting his mother.

The servants paved the way, allowing the Crown Prince with his wife to pass first. Now Youra was standing behind the gallant body of the husband. Still, with a fragrant aroma and warm air that accompanies it.

They just kept going, without talking at all. The servants who heard the bad news about their first night, approached each other. Whispering slowly poured out their ugly views.

“Didn't you hear that the Crown Prince is shouting at his residence? Wasn't that night their first night? What happened huh?” whispered the servants trying to guess. 

**

Just then, a gentle gust of wind accompanied the footsteps of Youra and the Crown Prince. The gallant body just kept stepping, letting the wife continue behind her body, without looking at her at all.

He just kept walking. 

Suddenly the Crown Prince halted his steps, far in front of the main palace gate. Seeing him, Youra was surprised and came to an instant stop. The thought continues to penetrate to the worst possible. Right, the Crown Prince turned his body around, immediately staring at Youra. For quite a while, those beautiful and piercing eyes just kept staring at Youra who was bowed awkwardly. 

“Gandeng my hand.” The husband's words spread Youra's raging mind. He kept defending himself to uphold that ego. Can't look at her husband's face, that's all.

“I said, hold my hand,” said the Crown Prince once again. 

“Not going,” replied Youra loudly. Soon she walked past her husband confidently, but..

SREET!!

The Crown Prince withdrew Youra's hand, bringing the tiny body into his arms. The servants were very surprised, immediately they turned their faces to not see the sweet moment. The burly hand pulled Youra's body closer, immediately wrapping it around her back. Youra tried to push the body away from getting closer to her. “Let Go Me!” youra snapped trying to escape. 

The Crown Prince, who kept his eyes on his wife, did not know defeat. Now that their distance was gone, the Crown Prince held the tiny body in his arms. They faced each other, with the Crown Prince's right hand coiled firmly behind his body.    

“I told you to grab my hand!” force the Crown Prince. Youra who did not dare to look into her husband's eyes continued to glare forward. Her breathing was tight, eager to push her husband's body. Jun, the lover he loved so much that he never even forced him to do that disgusting thing, making that anger scoop up his entire brain.

Bren!! 

Youra let go of her breath slowly. Glanced at her a little in the other direction outside of her husband's arms. Seeing that there were many servants there, forcing Youra to be respectful and obedient. Youra grabbed the stocky hand that was coiled around her waist sweetly.

The Crown Prince looked very resigned when the hand touched him. The touch seemed to instantly end his anger, he instantly became very calm. Immediately Youra brought the arm inside her grasp. Forced, only to arrive in front of the king.

It's disgusting! If it wasn't for revenge, it wouldn't have been for me to come into contact with you!

Very peaceful, the Crown Prince continued to look at the tiny hands that were now holding him.