
Khaira did not understand what the woman whose name she had forgotten meant, "What do you mean? I haven't lived in this city for long, where might I have enemies?"
Suddenly Clara pulled up Khaira's arm covered in long pajamas, only to hear Khaira groaning and grimacing like she was holding back pain.
"Aaarhhh.." erang Khaira endured the excruciating pain caused by her wounds being forcefully pulled even in a remass by the fashionably dressed woman in front of her.
"What are you doing? I don't know you?" Khaira held Clara's hand which grew stronger just clutching her injured arm getting rougher.
Seeing Khaira's face in pain made Clara even more happy, "Sick isn't it? That's how my heart Kevin threw away!"
Khaira rolled her eyes at the woman's confession in front of her, "I don't know what you mean?"
Clara pulls Khaira's arm, brings her face closer to Khaira's, "Lo still remembers my name, huh?"
"Take me off! I don't know you, I don't even remember what your name is?" sergeant Khaira, still enduring the pain that was running all over his body, even his heart seemed to ache.
Clara looked at her hand that was firmly gripping Khaira's arm covered in blood. Makes him more satisfied.
"Let me remember again!" clara said, whispering softly into Khaira's hijab-covered ear, "Gue Clara and I came here, just want to tell elo. You have to be careful with Kevin and stay away from him, because he's just mine!" clara said her name, and commemorated Khaira, then gave Khaira a brown envelope.
Increasingly unable to bear the pain of her wrist still being gripped by the woman named Clara, Khaira pushed Clara's body, until she fell to the floor of the terrace.
"Goddessaarhh!" erang Clara was loud, holding her cramped stomach.
"Listen to me Ma'am, no matter what your name is, I don't care. Any relationship you have with Kevin please just come when Mas Kevin is at home!" khaira exclaimed loudly, he saw a woman named Clara rise up.
"Gue's coming again, until you're knocked over and away from Kevin!" clara said full of stern warnings against Khaira.
Khaira saw Clara leaving, she looked down and saw her pajamas had been soaked with blood. Khaira grimaced with the intense pain, then held her wound sewn over her long-sleeved pajamas.
When Khaira was about to enter the house, she heard someone calling her again.
"Khaira!" a woman in front of the fence.
Khaira was stunned, she let out a long sigh by closing her eyes, "What do you really want!" he looked at it without seeing someone calling him.
Mita was surprised, just came directly scolded by her cousin who was still turning her back to the yard. He sees Khaira coming in and closes the door, causing Mita to call her cousin, "Ra, it's me, Mita!"
For the second time Khaira was stunned, at the hearing of her cousin's call, Khaira immediately opened the door of the house and saw Mita standing in front of the fence along with a green-jacketed bulge who was standby on the bike.
"Mita!" he called Mita, he then approached his cousin and opened the door, to momentarily forget the pain.
"Who's Ra?” Mita asked, about the woman who just passed her.
"Who's what?" ask Khaira.
"Gue was breathing in a girl who just came out of the yard?" mita asked, then followed Khaira's steps into the courtyard of the house and stood on the terrace.
Khaira thinks that maybe Mita's intention is a woman named Clara, she hides her injured arm as much as she can so that Mita does not worry.
Seeing that Khaira was silent, Mita broke her cousin's daydream, "Ra, how can you ask? Who was that woman?" he asked as he looked at Khaira's pale face, "Luka lo still feels so much pain Ra, that your face is pale?"
Khaira was aghast, she looked back at Mita, and shook her head, "I-I'm good Mita, yes I'm good. I didn't know the woman either, but she said she was hurt by being dumped by Mas Kevin" she replied because Khaira also didn't know about the woman who claimed to be named Clara.
Mita is surprised to hear Khaira's explanation, "The woman Kevin dumped?"
Khaira.
"How often does the woman come here? Does Kevin know?" ask Mita.
Again Khaira shook her head. He endured the pain of growing pains in the wrists that made the gaze cloud, as strong as Khaira could hold him.
"Newly this time the mysterious woman came, even if often come here, surely Mas Kevin knows who the woman is," replied Khaira.
Mita.
"Look yuk Mit." hail Khaira.
Mita.
"Thank you, but I'm so tired, the bully is also waiting, this is from Boss Rezki, yesterday he went to the hospital, but you've come home, the Boss also thinks we're a host together," mita said, and pointed to the bully in front of Kevin's house, and gave a bag of plastic containing packages like food.
"What the hell, you're my cousin. It is only natural that I should bother. You also have to rest Ra, so that you get well soon," said Mita.
"When I'm home, I'm alone. It's cool if you want to go early" lamented Khaira, who feels lonely every night, during his stay at Kevin's house.
Mita frowned, her forehead,
"Lho, where's your husband at night, where's Kevin going?"
"Work" said Khaira.
"Work?" mita repeats the phrase 'work. And found Khaira nodding, confirming Mita's words.
"What job? The nights just left?" ask Mita curious.
"I don't know" said Khaira, who did not know, and was not told Kevin, that Kevin worked as what?
"Well, how? Lo so his wife can not know, your husband works what. A month Ra, you've been living at Kevin's house for a month and until you don't know what Kevin's doing. Whoa, you know." answered Mita, astonished by her cousin who did not know, about Kevin's work.
Khaira just shrugged her shoulders indifferently.
"If, for example, Kevin's job is, sort of, thuggish, mobster, continued drug dealer, or maybe he's gigolo how?" the word Mita describes the work that would have been done by Kevin.
Khaira was stunned to hear the accusations that Mita made.
"No! I don't think Mas Kevin is that kind of person, but you're Mit!" sergeant Khaira, rejecting Mita's bad thinking.
The unimportant chat between the two girls stopped when the bully called his passenger.
"Neng, so order again, what? If not, would I want to go back?" yelled the bully he was pointing at Mita.
Mita and Khaira turned towards the bully.
"Yes Bang" said Mita.
"Yes Ra, I go home first, do not forget, later if Kevin has come home, ask what is your husband's work? Please Ra, don't be an ambiguous girl! You have to have a heart that respects your husband, I'm sure you can forget your trauma about marriage" said Mita, patting Khaira on the shoulder.
Khaira remained silent and did not respond to what Mita said.
"Well, don't shut up bae lo Ra. Ntar tambet, I turned back to pity Kang ojol" said Mita and passed from before her cousin.
Khaira saw, Mita who hugged the bully by waving her hand, and was replied so by him, she again thought, about what Mita said.
"I don't justify Mita's accusation about what profession Mas Kevin does, but I'm also curious, actually Mas Kevin what work? And what kind of person is he? Why did a woman come here and threaten me?"
Khaira hissed sickly, she held her wrist, as her gaze lowered, she saw a brown envelope lying on the terrace floor.
His forehead shriveled in wonder, what was inside the envelope? Whether important or not, he bends down and picks up the brown envelope the woman named Clara left behind.
Then enter the house, do not forget he locked the door, and pulled the key and put it on the living room table.
Khaira walked towards the room, and rolled up her pajamas arms. A white bandage that turns a deep red color. He felt his eyes clouded, took painkillers then took a bottle of drinking water on the bedside table and took painkillers given by the hospital.
"Ssshhhaahhh.."******* long just popped out of his lips. The pleasure of the pain of being gripped by a woman named Clara.
Then change the bandage and see the stitches that seep fresh blood. Slowly Khaira cleaned the blood using water from the infusion, after feeling the blood did not come out again. He immediately bandaged the bandage onto his sewn wound.
Who do you think Clara is?
"Who's Clara? And what does it want? Why would he threaten me to stay away from Kevin?" mumbled wailing.
She saw the brown envelope she put on the bed. His curiosity was aroused, when he saw the envelope, what the purpose and purpose of the woman named Clara.
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