EPOCHS

Chapter 58

Kinza Irsyania Malik POV

“Ma, Kinza wants to go out, take a walk. Sumpek here continue.” I said to Mama who was eating rice padang. He shook his head quickly. “No, darling. Mama's eating this 'lho. Wait a few minutes okay?” reply Mama while looking at Mas Al who is not far away beside me.

“Let Mas deliver, Dek? How about, you want to?” tanya Mas Al offers help. I didn't answer, thinking for a moment.

He can also propose. What if you all know Mas Al. Counting gives that punishment. No fun, huh? Must be dong. Al is angry, right? Let's see it later. But I don't think I'll get angry. Because he is getting my heart back. Mas Al is on a roll to make my trust back intact on him.

All right, put on your act, Kinza! haha

“Bby anyhow. Yes, come on, Mas!” he nodded quickly. Quickly, Mas Al helped me move out of the cage to sit in a wheelchair.

“Be careful, Deck. Mas do not want your wound why-why.” said his anxious. Mas Al was very careful when acting. Every activity he did, every he acted, it was all just to keep me from doing anything.

Our faces are very close. Even his breath could be heard clearly. His long eyelashes, his black eyes are thick, his nose is sharp like the slide of a Kindergarten, as well as his lips are sexy and make me want to continue to taste it again and again. Everything in Mas Al is like opium to me. Argh, what do you think I am? Focus on Mas Al! Don't be tempted and fail, hiks!

“Not to be so considerate, Mom! I also won't hurt like this if I don't see your unpleasant behavior!” my spray made Mas Al silent for a moment. He bit his lips. Oh no, I'm tempted. Don't do that, Mom. Nay! I'm not strong, huwaa!

“Ekhm, isn't this your fault, huh, nduk? Didn't you hurt yourself? Why even violate your husband? Obviously it's your fault!” Papa speak up. He who finished eating then looked at me horror. Well, Papa even defended Mas Al. Upset huh!

“Lho, Bpa. Why did you become Mas Al. He's clearly wrong! He made me jealous, he made me a high level of emotion. To the point that I couldn't stand it and ended up hurting myself. Papa's still unconscious, huh?” I was defending myself. Al just kept quiet.

Papa standing, “you it..” Mama cut off Papa's speech. He pulled Papa to sit back.

“Stop. Don't blame each other. Self-introspection is the only good way to know who is wrong. Not blaming each other like this! Oh, that's it, Pa. This is Al and Kinza's household business. We can only advise, not to interfere.” Mama mediates a debate between me and Papa. Then, Papa fell silent and sat back down.

“Nduk, if you want to go for a walk, please. Mom and Dad are waiting here. Later, Alief let Mama take care of.” said Mama while smiling gently at me. I'm nodding.

“Still. Kinza, Alief, yes, Ma. I'm out first, assalamu'alaikum.”

“It's the same, nduk. Wa'alaikum sallam.”

Mas Al pushed my wheelchair carefully. He remained silent, neither asking nor saying. Perhaps, a small debate between me and Papa slightly touched her feelings.*smiling with satisfaction.

“Where are we going, Dek?" I waited a long time, and finally he asked. I'm confused to find a good place where. “Good place in this hospital what, Mas?” ask me cuek.

“This is hospital, Deck. Where people are treated and treated by doctors. There is no good place.” his reply more tighter. I silently gawk.

I'm pouting, “lawak really, Mas. I'm serious, this!” Mas Al mesem is short while chuckling slowly.

“Mas more serious, Deck. The hospital is not a good place. Oh, I know. That's a nice one, the VVIP room. Yes, right?” said it's crisp. Unambiguous. Ngawur. Yes I know, maybe this is one of Mas Al's efforts to get my heart back. Okay, happy working hard.

“Garing really like bakwan.”

“Hm” she just cleared her throat.

I quietly followed where Mas Al was pushing this wheelchair. I'm sure he's got a pretty good place for me to breathe fresh air. You can also go around the hospital. Can be alone with him, *ups kebablasan.

“Where are we going, Mas? The router keeps this!” protest I don't know myself. But, he did not answer. Mas Al was silent. He kept pushing this wheelchair without giving any explanation. Sprain, huh.

For a long time we went around in circles, finally we stopped at a small park. I don't know exactly what place this is. Like the garden, there were pleasant green trees in view. Oxygen is also present here. Mas Al best.

“How to buy a drink first, Dek? You must be thirsty, right?” tanya Mas Al offered me a drink.

I shook my head quickly, “no need, Mas. Not long here either. Bored times just seeing big trees that really cool.”

“Lho, he said he wanted to get some fresh air. Yes, I brought you here dong. The place is pretty good, there are good trees in view. Must be a lot of fresh air. From Mas take you to the cafe, it is not ethical to bring sick people hanging out.” said his calm but made me stunned. He cares deeply about my health. Mas Al cares a lot about every activity I go through. He's chatty, bawel. Different from me who is just indifferent to him. I'm still upset, please!

“As far as you are, Mas.” reply me indifferently.

“Later, if you have completely recovered. Take you and Alief for a walk. We refresh and repair the relationship that was tenuous.” invite her enthusiastically while moving and crouching in front of me. His hand grabbed my hand, he clasped it tightly.

“What the hell, Mas. Rich can't be like it used to be. My heart is so broken. I will never forgive you and all your mistakes!” I averted my eyes, and forcibly removed the hand of Mas Al who was holding my hand.

She's quiet. I could hear heavy breathing coming out of his mouth. Mas Al like it was enough to feel down because of my indifferent and indifferent attitude.

“Kinza?” call Mas Al who I don't respond to.

“Dek?” call Mas Al again very gently and carefully. But I keep turning my face.

“Sayang?” I'm frozen still. Those words soften my heart. Then, I looked in his direction.

“What?!” reply me indifferently. But he remained patient.

“You want to know when you're acting like this, Dek? If you keep turning your face away from Mas, if you keep avoiding Mas, if you keep closing your ears to listen to the explanation from Mas. Then, until when will our relationship continue to stretch like this?" his words are soft and sedu. My heart softens.

I was silent, speechless. “A - ak - I. A - I don't know, Mas.” said tetiba stuttering.

Actually, I really wanted to tell Mas Al that I had heard all the explanations from him. I already know the truth. Long time ago Mas Al went into my room secretly. And you know, I was asleep. In fact, I did not sleep completely. My ears can still catch Mas Al's voice clearly. Only, now I want to see how much effort Mas Al has to try to explain everything to me.

But, I can't stand it anymore. Since his confession a few days ago, my heart has softened and can already see how Mas Al struggles to get my heart back. Could this be a good time to tell Mas Al the truth?

“Mas?” call me smooth while holding his burly hand.Sontak Mas Al immediately looked at me with a sad look. “Yes? You want something?” ask her softly.

I shook my head quickly. “No, Mas. actually I want to tell you something.” Mas Al frowned. “What is it, Deck? Just say.”

“Actually I already know the truth, Mas. I already know the real incident happened inside your official house.” Mas Al frowned more and more. Wonder.

“D - da - where do you know? Even Mas hasn't said anything to you.” asked her stuttering. Mas Al really felt confused and surprised.

“Three days ago. When I was lying asleep in the cage. When you enter my room secretly. When you cry while holding my hand tightly. I know everything from you. I, I, have listened to your explanation. Everyone.” said I sedu while glazed.

I don't think Mas Al is the same. Her eyes were already red and teary. She was crying while drowning in my lap.

“Why are you just saying it now, Dek? I really feel guilty. Find the right time to explain everything to you. But, Mas did not know that you had heard everything from Mas's own mouth. Why didn't you say, Dek? Why aren't you honest with me from the beginning?” Mas Al was drowning his face in my lap. She cried. Maybe I'm upset about not being honest. I want to, but I also feel guilty.

My hand rubbed his head gently. I honestly feel guilty and sorry for him. Mas Al must be disappointed in me.

“Mas, don't cry ah. Shame on seeing a lot of people.” said I softly. She shook her head.

“Mas still wants to be like this. Let someone else say what. Mas do not care.” said his kekeuh like a child. I smiled gently.

“Uh, spoiled. Like your little boy, Mas!”

“Let's just, Mas's too tired. Tired of holding back from telling you the truth. Mas tired, Dek!” she said while tightening her cries. Fix, I'm really ngakak. I couldn't bear to laugh because of her adorable behavior. What I was feeling sad and guilty, now even made by his behavior.

“Yes, I'm sorry, Mas. His intention is to want to know you. Want to teach you a lesson, let's share people!” press me while smelling her super fragrant hair.

“Tega you, Deck! Really heart! Mas in the work to the inner and made tired like this. Now replace the Mas that law you!” Mas Al tickled my stomach.

“Sick, Mas!” I felt a pain in my stomach. Oh no, forgot there's a stitch in there.

Mas Al immediately stopped, he looked at me with a very anxious and panicked look on his face. “Sorry, Deck. I forgot that you had the operation. Now we're in, huh? Check your wounds again.” Mas Al really panicked, ah funny thing.

“Ngak, Mom. Its nothing. Don't worry about it ah.” I held back the hand that was about to turn back this wheelchair.

Mas Al frowned. “Why? Isn't your stomach hurting, Deck? I'm really worried. I'm worried, Dek. Mas afraid you why-why.” brondong Mas Al very anxious. Sorry, dizzy when he's like this. Better just follow it. Moreover, it is true that my stomach is back in pain. I'm also worried that there's a cut or whatever.

“Ya is yes. Slow down, yes, my. Don't be too rushed.”

“Iya, Deck.”

Arriving at the room where I was treated, Mas Al immediately called the guard doctor. I was quickly examined by the doctor. Mas Al, Mama and Papa look so anxious. Especially when the doctor examined his wounds.

“Where, Doc? My wife is fine, right?” tanya Mas Al was so worried.

“It's okay, Sir. Bu Kinza's wound was again felt because it was held with a slightly high pressure. So that's what made his wounds feel pain again. The rest is okay, because I have given antibiotics.”

“My advice, do not do heavy things first. Like lifting something too heavy. That would cause the pressure of her abdominal muscles to harden. Of course it has a big effect on his stitch wound.” continued the doctor made me a little horrified. So, when do I have to be like this?

“Good doc, thanks for the advice."

“Sama-sama, then excuse me, Sir."

“Please, Doc.”

My mother immediately hunted in front of me. “Nduk, why the hell can it be like this?”

“Sorry, Mom. It's my fault. Al was joking with Kinza. Al sorry, Ma.” verdict Mas Al blame himself.

“Other times do not repeat yes, Lek. Mama's really worried."

“Siap, Ma.”

I didn't see them both. Mom wanted to be angry. But definitely resistant. Not good with his son-in-law, but so worried about his son. wkwk

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