Destiny Nafizah

Thanks

(Mirna Pov)

I didn't think that I was alive and being helped by someone who once bought me as his lustful lover.

I stared at the back of the man who was busy making food, after which it was placed in a bowl and then stepped towards me.

He placed the bowl on the nightstand, then arranged the pillow then helped sit by leaning on a pillow arranged high.

Peter sat down in front of me and fed me. I've been here for a week, and he's been taking care of me, strangling me, and changing my clothes.

For a week I was in this simple house. I don't know whose house this is but it's clear in this house there's Mr. Peter.

"Sir, if I may ask, is this your home?" ask her.

"No, this is the house of my house assistant. It just so happens that his house is close to where you fell. I'm sorry since we last met I couldn't leave you unattended, that's why I always knew where you were" Peter told me.

"May I know how long we stay" I asked him.

''Waiting for you to be completely healthy, because we can't leave here with your wounded body. If it's pushy, then there will be a lot of suspicious people and you know what the risks are? John must have known that the dead were not you but someone else. After that you can't get away from it, so be patient until you are completely healed from your wounds.''

"Yes, I understand thank you" I told him.

"Why? Are you uncomfortable living in this house because it's not good?" said me.

not only do I feel weird that you work as a skin surgeon, of course your money is so much that you can be with me that night, John couldn't possibly appreciate me for a cheap price, right?

"Yes you were right that your price was very expensive at that time" he said chuckling.

"If I'm not going to question whether the house is good or bad, it's important that I meet good people" I told him

"I'm not the kind of person you think I helped you because I meant to stay by my side" she told me.

"I'm not a good person either, Peter. Maybe many want my death or my misfortune, because I was once in the position of the merciless John, but before I died, Pet. I want to help my two daughters" I told Peter.

"You got a daughter?" ask Peter

"Hemm, my daughter and my long-term daughter from my ex-husband" I said as I stared at the corner of the room blankly.

"You're divorced from your husband?" ask me

"Yes, I was divorced with her before I got stranded here" I told her.

"Thank God at least I didn't marry anyone's wife" she told me with a laugh.

"Why your two daughters?" ask Peter.

"They're stuck in the same one problem, Pet. If one comes out then the other one will be in the same condition, unless he is aware of his coma, Pet," I told Peter.

"Pet, will I be able to get up and walk? Why is my body so hard to move?" she said to him

"May, right now your backbone is slightly cracked but I understand some of the treatment from the hinterland tribe, with the potion buried in your back, you'll be cured soon, you'll, just do not force yourself to move so that what I do is not in vain," he replied to me

"Pet, thank you" I said to him.

"Yes, equally," she told me.

"Pet, can I know? Have you ever been married before? As I know here you used to do that without marriage," I asked him.

"Yes, you're right. But I've been married, my wife died with my son who hasn't been born yet" she told me.

"I'm sorry, it reminds you of your sadness" I said.

"It's okay, it happened five years ago" he told me

"Pet, do you really want to marry me? Not just giving her false hope," I asked her.

"Why don't you believe me?" ask me

"No, it's just that I'm Muslim, if you want to marry me that means you have to have the same faith" I said, casting a look in the other direction.

"What if I don't marry you, you want to do that with me, free without being married," she said to me, kissing my lips softly, then looking at me and laughing.

"No, and No! I want to be Good, Pet," I said with a smile.

"You want me to embrace the same religion as you?" ask me and I nodded.

"Well, for the sake of having you forever" he told me

"Thank you for appreciating me" I told him.

"Together, it turns out that you are very chatty, baby you are still sick, if it has healed your lips by me," he told me

"How did you get here? Didn't it take 24 hours to get here?" ask Peter.

"So then I was crying in the barn, suddenly on the beach lying on the white sand, then there's a paper roll tied around my wrist that reads (Mr John will help you get to the John Velentine motel, ma'am). I finally got here" I told him

She laughs. "You were framed by Madam" he said

"Yes, I know don't laugh at my stupidity" I said, staring at him.

"The stupidity that brought you to me" he told me