Getting Married Due to a Trap

Nearby tya and jay

Khaira had returned to Kevin's house, sitting in the single seat in front of the dressing table. He saw a puffy face, a red nose and eyes. Looks very bad.

"Why should I cry like this? What's wrong with me. Didn't I want to leave Mas Kevin without asking, then why did I feel unwilling?"

Talking to himself in the mirror reflection, hoping to find the answer to his unwillingness now leaves Kevin.

It was as if Erik's request and the money he received was a tough challenge, a thing he had to face, not to be shunned.

Rubbing and continuing to wipe her tears that are increasingly wetting her cheeks, even her red eyes begin to look moist. His red nose has a lot of clear color slimy water.

Khaira turned her face towards the ceiling of the room she was in, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. But there is still a strange feeling that seems almost gone. It almost made her feel traumatized about the breakup.

No one is ready for a farewell, but every meeting there must be a farewell. There is life there is death, there is love there is hurt.

Heard it from the direction of the main door of the house opened by someone membersamai with a voice calling his name in succession.

"Khaira!"

"Ra, Ra!"

"Khaira!"

"I'm coming hom!"

His voice drew closer, Khaira widened her eyes perfectly, at the sight of the room door that was opened slightly.

"Mas Kevin?" Khaira immediately got up from her seat, she ran small and immediately scattered herself into the bed, then pulled the blanket to cover her entire body.

It feels like Pengab is breathing in a blanket like this, but I don't want to make Mas Kevin see me like this. What would I answer if Kevin saw me crying. Did I immediately admit to meeting a man named Erik and tell him that I had just received money and spent a wad of money in an instant? Sounds like I got a hologram lottery.

"Khaira!" Kevin opened the room door, his net was immediately fixed on the blanket on the bed that was shaking.

Well, sure enough, Kevin looked for me up to the room.

Khaira blinked her eyes under the blanket.

Kevin smiled slightly at the small moving blanket, approached and then scattered to the bed, hugged Khaira like a bolster pillow, and, it was so tight that his hands and feet embraced Khaira under the covers.

"Ra, Ra. Let's wake up, you once said that ashar time runs out don't sleep, pamali, can be possessed. But now you're doing it, you know? Like the word, you swallow your own saliva. Let's get up?"

Kevin shook Khaira's body, even pulling a blanket that covered his wife's body until he did not see a hair, but his hand stopped when he heard Khaira say.

"Please don't bother me, Kevin, that's where Kevin sleeps in his own room."

Kevin shaking. "Some, this time I want to sleep with you. I'm bringing your husband."

Still hugged him tightly even very tightly. Kevin smiled happy to be able to do this, the mood that was initially shattered due to an accidental meeting with Anto, even had a dispute when talking about Clara who was admitted to the hospital due to an overdose of taking drugs gynecologist.

Making Kevin, furious about the attitude of Clara who should be taken to a psychiatrist or psychologist to cure his mental disorder that increasingly penetrated to the soul.

"Ra, let's get up? It's almost magrib, when you're under the covers." Hugged Khaira like this, as if to restore her booster mood.

"Mas Kevin don't hug me like this, I'm having a hard time breathing, you want me to die?" Khaira made a sound to hold back her cries. He was still under the covers, not even bothering to open the blankets.

"Lha let's get up, who told you to pretend to sleep? If you don't sleep, why do you cover your whole body with a blanket? Don't you feel so hot?" Kevin still hugged Khaira like a bolster pillow.

I'm not willing to let go of you Mas, I'm in love with you. But I'm scared..

Unable to hold back tears from flowing down the temple, Khaira wiped her tears.

"Go Mas Kevin, I beg you," said Khaira Lirih holding his voice blending with sobs, "I beg you" he said again, saying, so Kevin wants to understand that he does not want to be disturbed for now.

Kevin let go of his embrace, letting out a long sigh. Staring at the ceiling of the room.

"Alright." Kevin got off the bed and walked to the door. Instead of going out, Kevin closed the door and was still in the room. Kevin observes a pink fanta blanket with a tulip motif covering Khaira's entire body.

"Astaghfirullah Mas Kevin! You made my heart feel like it was about to jump to my knees!" khaira exclaimed, reflexes rubbing her chest.

Kevin looked at Khaira who had a puffy face, although his heart was amused to laugh seeing Khaira who was surprised to find him still in the room. But his feelings were true, that Khaira was indeed crying.

"Why?" Kevin started to approach the bed. But seeing Khaira's hand that stopped him.

"Stop Mas Kevin, don't come any closer!" Khaira did not dare to look at Kevin, and looking down was her choice. To avoid the gaze of Kevin, who had already seen his swollen face.

Kevin doesn't comment on Khaira's warning, the more he's stopped. It will make his guts more challenged. He sat down and held Khaira's hand.

"What's the hm? Do not cry under the blanket. Have pity that this blanket gets wet. If we cry like this...." Kevin showed a wailing cry.

In addition to being arrogant and forced, there is another one that Khaira can understand that Kevin is a joke in entertaining someone who is sad, not with advice. But with a cry made like it sounds excessive.

Khaira clenched her hand and struck Kevin's field chest slowly. "I'm not a little boy Mas, the crying to his side."

"Haha..." Kevin chuckled a little, rubbed tears that are still visible on Khaira's cheeks, "eat it if you do not intend to cry anyway do not cry, see your face so swollen" he said.

Kevin stared fixed, until his eyelids back in the clear water and make his eyes blur see Kevin's face. Khaira threw herself into Kevin's arms.

Kevin rounded his eyes perfectly, surprised by Khaira's unusual attitude, but no sound came out of his mouth, as if his vocal cords were stuck in his throat.

Kevin returned Khaira's embrace, then turned her into a soft caress on Khaira's back that was still crying. Left on his shoulders as a container of Khaira's tears, even he felt his shoulders begin to get wet.

Slowly Khaira broke her embrace.

"I'm sorry, Kevin" Khaira was embarrassed to cry like a child, she said without looking at her interlocutor.

"I'm sorry? Sorry why?" Kevin tucked the boy's hair in Khaira's ear.

Khaira lowered her head, raised her hand that Kevin was holding, then kissed the back of her husband's hand briefly. "I'm sorry I'm always so prejudiced by you."

"Hey, stop. You don't have to talk about it and don't hesitate to share your story with me."

"I'm gonna take a shower."

"You haven't told me yet, why take a shower?"

"I'm sultry, need some refreshment."

"Yes, what's the matter, what makes you cry? Don't hide your sadness alone."

Khaira looked at Kevin without blinking, she smiled meaningfully, she saw Kevin also smiling but her husband's face looked confused. He rubbed Kevin's soft cheeks.

What should I tell you Mas, I can't tell you that I met a man named Erik. I also did not expect, it turns out that you will marry Clara.

"What's wrong, don't shut up like this?" Kevin persuades Khaira to tell a story.

"I'm fine, Mom." Khaira stood up and released Kevin's hand.

Seeing Khaira passing from the room, Kevin rubbed the cheek of Khaira rubbed her, "As Nicholas Sparks said, (Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it)"

Kevin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then he moved from his seat. Walking towards the bathroom, Khaira was not allowed to continue crying in the bathroom.

"Khaira! Bathing splinters. I also want to take a shower! Don't cry under the shower!"

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