Can't Be Without Love

Eps 22's

Marcel's hand was about to grab onto Kiara's shoulder which seemed to shake. But his hand stopped in the air. Fear of rejection felt by Marcel.

"Kia, sorry. Ii'm sorry. I didn't mean to.." Marcel's sentence stopped.

"I'm not papa brother. Gio's brother just go to the office." Sela Kiara's.

Marcel doesn't want to bother Kiara anymore. Slowly she stepped away leaving Kiara alone in the apartment.

Hearing the sound of the locked apartment door, Kiara's body immediately fell to the floor. Cry broke.

"Stupid...stupid..!!" Curse Kiara while patting her chest rough.

"I'm why so cheap. How easily I've touched men."

Satisfied with crying, Kiara wakes up and returns to her room. His body was tired, he wanted to rest. After laying down the body onto the bed, Kiara easily fell asleep.

...

Marcel didn't go to the office. Except to his house. What was needed at this moment was the advice of his mother.

"For Pa, Ma." Marcel greeted his parents who were on the terrace. His father wanted to say goodbye to going to the office.

Kevin squinted his eyes. Staring at his eldest son who looked uninspired.

"You're not going to the office?" Ask.

"Izin ya pa." Marcel forced his smile.

Kevin just rolled his eyes lazily. Then continued his wedding with his wife.

Marcel went into the house first. Do not want to see the romance of both parents that never decreases even though they are old.

"Why again?" Asked the mother, sitting herself beside Marcel.

"Ma, the girl's pregnant." Marcel lirih.

"What?" Mom asked not sure what she had just heard.

"When pregnant ma."

Mama is not surprised or how, but instead laughs happily. Marcel was astonished by his mother's reaction.

"You're so aggressive Cel. Asik, mama bertar again have grandchildren."

"Ma, that's not Marcel's son." Marcel, make his mama no longer cheer.

"What!!" Now his screams were disappointed.

Marcel breathed slowly. And start telling stories.

"Ma, I still want it. I want to look after her and be her companion. If what she told me was not true, she would have gladly accepted my offer to marry her. But he still refused. I know she's a good girl."

"Mama doesn't know what to consider this. Because Mama has never met Kia. Mama can't comment now. Mama's gonna talk to papa. And for now your decision is right to help her." Mama kneaded her temple plan. Feel the complicated love story of his son.

"But what's messing me up right now isn't that ma. I made her cry."

Mama frowned, as if asking for more explanation.

"I was tempted to kiss her ma. I thought he was silent about accepting me, but he was silent because he was shocked at my treatment. And when she came back to her senses she immediately rejected me and she cried." Marcel bowed his head.

"Oh my goodness Cel. Then after you made him cry, you ran here instead of nenangin him?"

"He rubbed me gently ma. I'm afraid to make mistakes again. I'm afraid that if I approach her again, she'll reject me." Marcel frustrated.

"Usaha Cel's. Come in at the right time. A little forcing is okay. When she's fragile like this, she must need someone to lean on. But don't be caliph anymore, or he'll be gone. Because he thinks you're no different from that guy."

"So mama still blesses me to marry her, doesn't she?"

My mother was aware of her advice. Then pat her own forehead.

"That's Cel. Mama is dizzy. Go back to your apartment, calm him down. Mama wants to take care of herself too." Mama immediately stood up leaving Marcel alone in the living room.

"My only son once fell in love with blind love. I feel like that girl is good. But if it's good how can she get pregnant." Mama muttered as she continued to step towards the room.

Marcel didn't do his mother's advice. He was still in the living room. Think well, what should he do next.

It was near noon Marcel just returned to the apartment. Although he had prepared himself, but still he was afraid that Kia was angry and sad about his treatment this morning.

Without waiting any longer, Marcel walked into his apartment. Looking around looked lonely.

"Kia." Call Marcel. Not wanting to speculate, Marcel went straight to Kiara's room.

Marcel was relieved, finding Kiara who seemed to be sleeping quietly. Then he closed the door again. Marcel went to the kitchen. His eyes caught the breakfast that had been made by Kiara untouched in the least.

"She didn't eat breakfast, don't you remember if she was pregnant." Marcel muttered. Then go to Kiara's room to wake her up to fill her stomach.

"He's awake." Marcel shook Kiara's arm covered in a blanket. But Kiara did not budge.

Unresponsive, Marcel sat down next to Kiara. Slowly touching the top of Kiara's head.

"Wake up, let's eat. Kia.." Marcel touched Kiara's forehead, to his surprise he felt Kiara's slightly hot body temperature. Make sure he touches the cheeks that are also hot. Turning to his hand also felt hot in his grasp.

Panic, of course. Marcel never once cared for a sick person. If Marcel is sick, it's always spoiled on his mother. Not wanting to mishandle Kiara, Marcel chose to contact her mother.

"Pregnant women can not take drugs carelessly. Just compress with warm water. Don't give him a thick blanket. That would make his fever worse. Call the doctor if it doesn't get better by late afternoon."

"Yes ma." Marcel ended his phone.

Soon she went to the kitchen. Hold warm water from the dispenser with a basin and look for a small towel in his room.

Marcel compresses Kiara's forehead.

Marcel went back to the kitchen, wanted to make Kiara porridge. To be given when Kiara is awake. The guilt is getting bigger. Just yesterday Kiara found out if she was pregnant. And this morning his treatment was inappropriate. Kiara must be very sad. Moreover, Marcel had noticed if Kiara's eyes look puffy.

Finished making the porridge, Marcel returned to guard Kiara. Sitting next to him while occasionally confirming his compressions.

Kiara moaned, and slowly opened her eyes. Marcel greeted him with a smile.

"You're finally awake too." Then his hand examined Kiara's forehead, cheeks, even neck. His body temperature has dropped.

"Sister Gio doesn't work?" Ask Kiara slowly.

Marcel just shook his head.

"I'm in the kitchen for a minute." Marcel was about to fetch some porridge and water for Kiara.

Marcel returned, and put the porridge also a glass of water into the bedside nightstand.

"Sit down. You have to eat." Marcel helps Kiara to sit down. The woman looks very limp.

"Drink?" Bargain Marcel. And Kiara nodded. Marcel helped her to drink.

"Now eat it." Marcel Pinta. Marcel painstakingly feeds Kiara.

Both are equally silent. Until the porridge in the bowl is finished.

"I'm sorry." Marcel said after helping Kiara drink.

Kiara shook her head, understanding Marcel's intention of apologizing for what.

"I was wrong. But from now on don't think weird anymore. You should know that I still love you and that feeling doesn't even diminish after knowing you're pregnant. And my desire to marry you is still the same. I'll wait for you to be ready. Make me your backrest. Let me carry your burden." Pinta Marcel clasped Kiara's hands tightly together.

Tears can no longer be contained. Flowing on Kiara's smooth cheeks. Marcel immediately grabbed Kiara in his arms.

"cry. Spill all your sadness, your anger and your disappointment. After this I will not let you cry again. I will only give you happiness. That's my promise." Marcel rubbed Kiara's back. His chest was also wet with tears.

Kiara was a little relieved. She still has a secret about how she got pregnant. At least he doesn't feel alone anymore. Let's say he is selfish, because he still expects happiness will decorate his life later on. He had his hopes in Marcel.

Again, he will try to open his heart. Right now all he needed was the figure of a Marcel.

Kiara's situation has improved. Marcel told him to lie down. Even if according to but with a sullen face.

"Rest. I'll take care of you here." Marcel sat down beside Kiara lying down.

"Sister, I'm bored. All day in the room. After all, I just finished eating when I slept again it wasn't good for my digestion." Complain Kiara.

"Well, let's watch tv outside."

Kiara's smile rose, Marcel swept her out of the room. It's like it's been very sick. Walking should also be helped.

Marcel accompanied Kiara to watch tv. Set up events with origin.

Then Marcel's phone rang, requiring him to go back into the room. Because it sounds it's a ringing to call a special number.

Kiara heard Marcel sayup talking in the room. Just chat for a minute. Then Marcel joined Kiara again.

Kiara didn't want to know who called. Because he didn't want to interfere in Marcel's personal affairs.

"Kia, sorry there will be guests here. I can't stop him from coming. He's a forger."

"Why should I apologize, brother. I will be silent in the room. So that Brother Gio can meet the guests of big brother freely." Kiara replied with a sweet smile.

"Eh, not my guest. He wants to see you."

"Me?" Kiara pointed at herself.

Marcel nodded confidently.

"Who?" Ask Kiara again.

"You'll know later." Answer Marcel lethargic.

Kiara became strange with Marcel's expression. Kiara was afraid that the one who came was Feril or Exa. Is it possible that Marcel has been investigating about his life, Kiara's bathin.

"Sister, who? I don't want to see you if you don't tell me who it is." Kiara said a little scared.

Seeing Kiara's agitation, Marcel immediately calmed her down by hugging her.

"Calm down, he's not a bad guy. Don'tbeafraid. She was just an old mother who always pestered her son to get married. And later he wanted to see the situation of the woman of his son's choice, who was panic-stricken this afternoon because the woman was sick. Even to the point of having to interrupt her day break because her son doesn't know how to care for the sick."

Kiara pushed Marcel's body to let go of his embrace.

"Sister, don't twist. I'm just confused." Kiara pursed her lips.

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