Hati Airin Port

Chapters 11. Weekly Night

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...Btw, how many weeks have we not met? is anyone still waiting for a story? I hope there are hihihi....

At night, Airin did not leave. She cancels the event of visiting her family with Raka and chooses to sit quietly on the veranda of the house.

The events of this morning were still in his mind. Moreover, he had clearly rested his head on Julian's chest and roared there. Spit out angry words that he had already endured during the wedding.

This morning too, Julian did not let out any reaction. He was silent with both hands tightly hugging, Airin.

"One year, Rin. Is that still not enough time to punish me?"

Julian's question that he hadn't answered this morning reverted back to his memory. Airin was not unwilling to answer, but she was at a loss as to what to say. His heart from the past until now is still not ads change. He was still a little in love, but out of fear that the incident was repeated. Airin suppressed that feeling and she did not hesitate to reject it either.

"Great night, don't you think?"

Airin turned to his left and his obsidian instantly caught Julian standing behind the parapet, "Sunday night, going out?" added the man with a very wide smile.

Airin was silent. He doesn't seem to want to care, "Go alone," Airin said, looking away.

Julian chuckles. The man moved to change his position to face forward. His two hands also started to choke on the chest, making his hand muscles slightly imprinted. Understandably at this time he only wore a grey t-shirt, his favorite casual shirt.

"It would be weird if I went alone. I was going to take you to go around the complex. So, ayok. I beg you." Julian turned to the right and let out a clear face, but it was coupled with a haughty standing style, not even in accordance with his tone of speech he said begged.

"No way!" Airin tetiba stands with his right leg stomped.

"Rin, are you okay?" Julian panic. The man immediately jumped over the walls of his house with Airin's only waist-high property.

The man was already in the courtyard of Airin's house and he immediately swung a step closer to the woman who had returned to sit with her face showing off in pain.

Julian bends his knee in front of Airin. He held the ankle of the ex-wife with a touch so very soft, then after that. He raised it slowly and placed it on his lap.

Julian was acting like a professional doctor. He started to check there check here, as if he could see the part that hurt with his naked eye.

Airin who saw Julian acting like that was upset himself, "Don't be so-"

Airin let out a small scream and her hands reflexively grabbed Julian's black hair, as the man heartlessly pressed his sprained ankle.

"Julian is sick." Airin grabbed Julian's hair even harder, as if he wanted to give her the same pain she currently felt.

"You're not going?" Julian doesn't seem to give up. He was currently even smiling looking at Airin who was suffering.

"Yes, yes, yes. But, you take this off first, Julian!" In the end, Airin gave up.

Julian who heard the yes answer, cheered inwardly. The man got up from his squatting, "Then come on!"

"Corn, comeon. Wait a minute, change your clothes." Airin got up slowly and she also walked into her house with a slight limp. Damn, it seems like the pain in his ankle is getting worse.

Julian himself. After Airin's entry, she inexplicably pranced herself, "All I did to improve our relationship. So, a little coercion for the sake of mutual happiness, doesn't matter, does it?" his murmurs whispered to the December wind that brought the distinctive aroma of rain that somehow roamed the city of Jakarta which part. In essence, the current Tanah Abang is in a good night mood.