Don't Go

Don't Go
Touch My Heart S2 50. Wound Healer



Reyhan had just packed up some of the clothes he was about to bring. When he woke up, he could not find his wife in his room.


"Is he still angry?" muttered Reyhan while confirming his tie.


He stepped out of the room by dragging his suitcase.


Irene was putting breakfast on the dinner table.


"Breakfast first" Irene said briefly.


"I put my things in first" Reyhan pulled his suitcase into his car.


When the man opened the trunk, he was surprised that Irene's suitcase was there first. The man also developed his smile.


After putting down his suitcase, Reyhan headed straight to the dinner table to join his wife.


"You're going with me?" ask Reyhan while scooping up the food.


"Of course" said Irene.


"Didn't you say last night that you wouldn't come with me?"


"When I say it like that" Irene chimed.


Reyhan tried desperately not to laugh in front of his wife. It turned out that quickly he forgot what he said last night.


Shortly after, the bell rang. Bik Lastri opened the door. None other than that guest is Arya. The man also brought a suitcase to go with his sister.


Reyhan squinted his eyes looking at Arya leisurely waiting for the two in the living room.


"Well it turns out.." Reyhan's remark was instantly cut by Arya.


"Let's just say I'm on vacation" he said casually.


Although different mothers, but Arya and Irene have a little something in common.


"Then let's go now" asked Reyhan who had already stepped out.


Arya spread her eyes.


"Where's your secretary?" ask her a little slowly.


"I've guessed you have a reason, brother-in-law" Reyhan said before entering the car.


"Later we'll pick him up" Reyhan added, re-entering his car followed by Irene.


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Two cars go hand in hand to the place Reyhan intended. Reyhan and his wife are in the front row, while Arya and her secretary Reyhan follow the car driven by Reyhan.


Arya occasionally glanced at the secretary who was beside her. This beautiful-looking, long-grooved, slightly pale-white-skinned girl is quite attractive to Arya.


"Emmmmm... We haven't introduced ourselves yet, miss. What's yourname?" arya asked a little.


"Oh yeah, I'm Rania. What's yourname?" ask the secretary.


"I'm Arya, your superior brother-in-law" explained Arya.


Rania also understood.


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After traveling for 5 hours, Reyhan looking for an inn not far from the location.


Lodging that only has two small rooms, understand only because the place is a remote village and very far from the hustle and bustle of the city.


Irene put her things together with Rania. The two girls were made roommates, while Reyhan was one room with his sister-in-law.


The two rested for a while, and woke up on the eve of the night.


Hhhc .. tokkk..


Irene immediately opened the door when she heard the knocking sound. She saw her husband with her brother from behind the door.


"Let's take a walk while breathing fresh air" Reyhan said.


"Wait a minute" said Irene, who closed the door again.


After Irene and Rania get out of the place, Reyhan deliberately invites Irene with him in different directions allowing Arya and Rania to freely talk.


"Why don't we just join them?" ask Irene.


"Leave it, your brother needs time to start his approach" Reyhan chuckled.


"You betrothed him to my brother?"


"Of course, I don't want to see my sister-in-law single forever" Reyhan said as she ruffled Irene's hair.


Irene also developed her smile again.


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Irene and Reyhan returned to the inn after a long walk while enjoying a meal outside.


The distance from the inn was quite far, but suddenly it rained very heavily. Reyhan panicked, he immediately took off his jacket and closed it over Irene's head, then took shelter under a shady tree.


Reyhan looked very anxious, the man was afraid if Irene's trauma returned. If it's in the house, maybe Reyhan can handle it. But unlike now, the two were outside and still a little far from the inn.


Irene looked at Reyhan, the man placed both his hands on his wife's ears. As he continued to recite the prayer in his heart, his lips never stopped speaking.


"There I am, I will protect you" Reyhan said.


But Irene showed the opposite face. The fear that was usually imprinted on her beautiful face was now no longer visible.


"I'm fine" Irene said with a smile.


He also ran to the middle while raising his face enjoying the rain stubs that soaked his body.


Reyhan was surprised to see the change in his wife. Soon Irene pulled Reyhan by the hand, inviting him to enjoy the rain with her.


"You.."


"If I'm not afraid of the rain anymore, I love it. It's all because of you." said Irene.


"You always calm me down, give me all the sweet things, shake off all my fears. You healed my wounds in a beautiful way" Irene said, her eyes slightly teary.


"I love you too, Reyhan"


Without warning, Reyhan immediately carried Irene into his arms. She held the girl tightly as if she was afraid that she would lose Irene.


Reyhan also framed Irene's face, peeping his wife's lips under the rain. Irene closed her eyes, enjoying the moment with her husband.


From a distance Arya walked while looking for two couples while wearing an umbrella, and the other umbrella will be given to her sister.


But when he saw Reyhan and Irene seemed to be making out while raining, making the man cuss.


"If I knew it was like this, I wouldn't have walked here carrying an umbrella. It's very disrespectful for a single man like me, making me sick to my eyes" said Arya, who undoes her intentions and returned to the inn.


Jedders...


The rumbling sound was so strong that the two people who were in the middle of the kasmaran were a little surprised. They looked at each other and then smiled.


"Let's go home my wife, let's continue later. I don't want to die in vain struck by lightning in a virgin state" Reyhan teased. Reyhan's words successfully painted a red tinge on his wife's face.


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