Heavannas

68. TREATING THE WIDOW'S WOUNDS

Handa was sitting quietly in front of a small stall not far from the school area, waiting for Gala who was buying medicine to treat her injuries. Handa's eyeballs moved to and fro looking around, the place still felt strange because only this time he came to this small shop. Still do not understand why Gala suddenly pulled herself and took her to this quiet place, even leaving Nanda and Kenzo in the parking lot.

"Thank You Mbok!"

Handa looked back, Gala's voice was heard not far from where she was. The guy is now walking closer to himself still with a flat face, I don't know Handa also does not understand. Since then the quiet guy continued to put on a flat face, making Handa could not interpret the look of his face. Whether the man's mood was in a happy state or not, it was completely unpredictable by anyone including himself.

"See what?" tanya Gala flat.

Handa shook her head slightly and turned her head in the other direction, slightly embarrassed as she was staring intensely at Gala's stiff face. So curious about the structure of the skin of a stiff face like a dry kanebo that made him forget to take his eyes off. If in general human skin has three layers, maybe Gala skin has four layers, one of which is plywood wood. Thin but stiff, making him unable to smile like humans in general.

"Ekhem.

"Yes back, let me take care of your wounds!"

"No need, brother, let me be the medicine myself!"

Handa grabbed the white crackle bag containing the medicine that Gala had just bought, feeling bad too if letting the guy help treat the wound. The atmosphere in front of the stall until now was still very quiet, Handa so uncomfortable just alone with Gala. The shop owner's mother who had been seen serving the buyer had now disappeared somewhere.

"Lo's sure?" Gala still kept the medicine-filled sac in her hand, very unsure if Handa could treat her own wound.

The girl paused for a moment, staring at Gala while considering what to do. If the wound could be seen from the reach of his eyes maybe Handa would not be as confused as at this time, the problem was that the wound was in the recess of his neck. Unfortunately there was no mirror around there, if there was at least it could be used to ease himself. But now the situation is not supporting him, until finally the girl just shook her head unable.

"Seek help, brother!" handa pasrah.

Gala looked around, after making sure there was no one she immediately sat down beside Handa. Instead of what, the guy just does not want to make mistakes that might make it difficult for him. Anyone who sees him treating Handa's wounds may misunderstand him and think that Handa has a special relationship with him. Gala did not want that to happen, as it was clear it would ruin her friendship with Agam.

"Lo's sure?" ask him again.

"Can't be Sis, don't be flat. I got goosebumps!" Handa tried to break the awkwardness that occurred, showing his arm that had since shown a different reaction after being with the cold and quiet guy.

"Gue can't!" gala. However a thin arch was imprinted clearly on the lips, Gala had just smiled. Although only a glance, but Handa managed to catch him earlier and it was quite surprising for him who had just seen Gala smile for the first time.

Handa still looked at the man in disbelief and admiration, his smile so sweet that he only realized that Gala was indeed very handsome. It is fitting that many girls at school who judge the flat guy. Ah wherever Handa has been, until not realizing that Gala who usually looks flat will be very sweet when smiling. If the guy is a little humorous, maybe he will like it first before the moment where he knows the figure of Agam.

"Lo smile Brother?" asked Handa in disbelief, still staring at the curious Gala who now had a flat face.

"For what, I saw you smile earlier!" handa said in surprise, "Lo's sworn sweet to know that smile is, uh!" Realizing that he had been speechless, Handa immediately bit his lower lip to condemn his stupidity.

"What did you say?" ask him to yourself.

"Sweet cave!" gala Sahut.

Handa gave a stiff grin while scratching her non-itchy head, starting to feel uneasy again at Gala at this moment. "Sorry Brother, I like to flirt by the way!"

"No papa, it's normal!" Gala moves her hand, giving Handa the code to turn her body around.

"Lo luka kayak gini why not say?" gala asked while cleaning Handa's wounds that still had blood marks.

"Gue just doesn't want to worry about everything" replied Handa. Seeing Zia in good condition after the fight was enough to make her relieved, Handa did not want to show a small wound that might make her cousin's trauma reappear.

"Hold, maybe it's a little sore!" gala said she wanted to give medicine to the wound.

Looking at the neckline that was plastered in front of him made Gala several times blink her eyes. The girl who had long since been very far from her reach was now close to her, only a few centimeters left she could bring the body into the deck. But a towering glass wall again appeared in his vision, Gala did not want to destroy it just for her own pleasure.

It is wrong if he still likes Handa until now, even before Handa knew Agam he had already put his heart on the girl. No one knew this, because Gala was too good at harboring her feelings. Especially when he realized that Handa preferred humorous men like Agam, Gala finally chose to give up and let both of them be happy.

But all that did not merely make Gala able to open her heart to others, therefore Gala could not accept Icha to fill the emptiness in her heart. Gala does love Icha, but that's just a sister who loves her sister. Icha's childish nature reminds Gala of her sister who had left her with her mother. Gala therefore always guarded Icha, even if it was from a long distance though.

"Aw sshh... Slow down Brother, sick!"

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While on the other hand, Zia was pursing her lips in a sulking fashion. Both of his hands were folded across his chest, turning his face away from Heaven who had casually licked his cheeks to redden. The annoying guy did not even feel guilty at all, after successfully upsetting him with what he did in the car earlier. Zia was still not even inexhaustible as to why there was a possessive human like Heaven in this world.

"Sister, turn my phone!" Zia whined, asking for her phone that the guy still seized.

"No, before you be honest who that guy who called you was!"

Zia pursed her lips, just now her youngest sister called about to give the news that she said was astonishing. But Heaven who did not know that Zia had two sisters immediately took her phone and without warning directly pointed at her youngest sister with various kinds of questions. Of course his younger brother who had just entered the age of twelve immediately decided on a one-sided call.

Heaven glanced at Zia who was just silent, then nodded her head while gripping the steering wheel. "Lo can't answer, can you?" tanyanya.

"Sister..," Zia worried. Between not wanting to make Heaven angry, but also not being able to tell the truth about his family. Especially before Heaven had seen the profile photo of the youngest brother who was quite similar to him, but it could only be realized if viewed carefully.

"Just answer me, what's the trouble, Na?" This time not out of jealousy, Heaven was just curious as to who the boy was, thus making Zia so secretive of her identity. Until now Heaven still has not found data from Zia family members. At least if he knows who the boy is, it might make it easier for him to find Zia's family data later.

"He..," Zia hung up her words, looking at Heaven who was also looking at her curiously.

"Who?"

"Satya, my sister!" zia replied.

Heaven was silent for a moment, staring at Zia who seemed so heavy admitting that the boy was his own sister. What's with Zia, why there are so many secrets she hasn't solved until now. Even to find out his family data can not be that easy, except to ask the person himself directly.

"How many brothers do you actually have?"

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