Help out! I Want Skinny

Part 10's. Wounds and Admiration

Samuel looked at Marisa's quiet home. "Children to all schools, huh?" tanyakanya.

"No, it's their holiday. It's a red date. How, anyway?"

"Oh, suddenly I forgot. So where are they?"

"Yesterday afternoon was picked up by my in-laws. Ask to stay at his grandfather's house and also coincidentally the semester holidays have begun the day after tomorrow, so rather than bored at home all they vacation there."

"Oh, yeah. I bought a little for them. I'll get it for a second. Left behind in the car" Samuel said as he exited.

When he came back into the house. Marisa's invisible in the front room. "Ca, where are you?" tanyakanya.

"In the kitchen, Sam!" marisa Sahut.

Samuel went to the kitchen. "What are you again?" ask her while putting the grocery bag on the dining table.

"Bikin' drinks for you. Nih, your favorite mango juice," replied Marisa while thrusting a glass of cold mango juice at Samuel.

"Thank you, Ca." said Samuel and drank immediately. "Fresh. Sweetness fits my taste. Mangga fruit seems to still be very fresh this," he continued.

"New from the market. I bought it because you wanted to come."

"Until that. I drink enough gallon water, too, kok, Ca. Don't bother."

"Nothing. You rarely come to my house. It can be counted on the fingers. What's that package?" marisa asked pointing at the plastic on the table.

"Toy for Angga and his sisters" replied Samuel, putting half-living mango juice on the table.

"A lot really, Sam," said Marisa who is now busy checking the contents of the bags.

"The mother couldn't, did she?" seloroh Marisa's.

"You too?"

"Yes, if there is?" Marisa laughs.

"There, really." Samuel told. He got up and grabbed a big green plastic at the end of the table. "This is for his mother. Gifts as well as an enhancer of the spirit of the diet," continued the owner of a handsome face with that firm jaw while smiling.

Full of enthusiasm Marisa saw the contents inside the green plastic bag and immediately jumped up in excitement. "Hore ...! Diet tobacco!" he shouted without shame.

There are boxes of cheese, a kilogram of sausage without msg, wrapped in gelatin, liquid coconut milk, dietary sugar, rice and shirataki noodles.

Samuel stood up smilingly looking at the woman in front of him who was as excited as a child.

"Thank you, Sam. I love you so much" said Marisa sincerely as she hugged Samuel who was still standing nearby.

It was then that without realizing it, his feet stumbled at the feet of the dining table. Causing the position of the bed itself faltered and immediately fell against Samuel.

Samuel nodded and fell backwards. His head hit one corner of the dining chair. The man was in pain. The pain of Marisa's body as well as a headache.

Marisa quickly stood up and helped Samuel stand up. "I'm sorry, Samuel" said Marisa with regret. No one hurt on him. Marisa survives, but it is Samuel who seems to be hit by bad luck.

"It's okay. It was just a small accident and you were not on purpose" Samuel said.

"I ... i. it ...," said Marisa stammering as she pointed to Samuel's forehead.

"That's what?" samuel asked, not understanding.

"In your forehead there is da-da ..rah ...," said Marisa Lirih and immediately fell down. It was fortunate that Samuel caught Marisa's body quickly.

Pat her cheek repeatedly. "Wake, Ca. Get up," he called repeatedly.

Thank goodness the woman soon woke up.

"Sam ...," whispered Marisa. Wonderful to see himself in Samuel's lap.

"Have woken. My legs are cramping this," asked Samuel with a face that was clear.

"Yes, yeah. Sorry, Sam," said Marisa immediately stood up.

Samuel also stood up and patted his thighs and legs.

Marisa immediately noticed the wound on her best friend's head. "I was horrified to see your blood. It's a real shock" said Marisa. Samuel's hand was drawn and took him to the family room.

"Sit down first. I'll treat your wound."

Samuel also said, then sat sweetly on the sofa in front of the TV. While Marisa takes the medicine box from the drawer under the TV table. He brought the box to Samuel.

Marisa deftly cleansed the blood dripping in Samuel's hair, forehead, and face with a cotton swab that had been soaked in alcohol. For a moment he was stunned as he stared into Samuel's eyes.

He held the man's jaw with his hand so as not to move too much. While his hands continued to work cleaning up the remnants of blood, his mind told him how handsome Samuel was.

There's a lot of blood coming out. Seen from the many piles of cotton that have turned red on the table.

"Do you have a mirror?" asked Samuel gently.

"There's."

"Please bring. I want to see his wound."

Marisa rushed to the room and brought Samuel a small mirror. After examining the gaping wound on his head near his upper forehead, Samuel returned the mirror to Marisa without commenting anything.

"I'll cut your hair a little, so I can apply medicine to the wound. It'll ruin your cool haircut." Marisa tells and smiles thinly. His hand then gently brushed the thick black hair of his best friend.

"Just do it" said Samuel flat.

As Marisa carefully cut the hair near the cut on Samuel's head wearing scissors, Samuel took the opportunity to observe Marisa's face. Look at him with admiration and affection.

'Ah, Ica still looks so pretty. Even though he was fat and big, and also without impromptu, his charm had not disappeared. Beautiful eyes decorated with lentic eyelashes and thick it is still as clear as before. Emitting softness. His eyebrows were lined up neatly naturally and were as smooth black as his hair. I know this woman needs only a little touch in the best salon, and once she comes out, I can guarantee the first ten men who see her will not want to take a look, Samuel murmured in his heart.

"Satomi ...." Samuel hissed as he felt a pain in his scalp, just as Marisa applied the medicine to the injured part. The woman's hand.

"Hold a little, Sam," Marisa said, covering the wound with a bandage.

Samuel exhaled a long breath holding the pain in his head as well as the pain in his heart recalling his feelings for the woman he had adored secretly all this time.

"Done," said Marisa slowly. He looked at Samuel. It still shuddered to imagine how the deep red blood had dripped on the smooth white face of the man in front of it. Her tears were dripping down her cheeks. Realizing the wound on his old friend's head was quite deep. 'Samuel must have been enduring the pain, ' he thought. His little heart realized that Samuel had changed. He's a tough guy now. 'Had he told me to stop calling him Muelita, ' Marisa said in her heart and felt ashamed of herself for the call.

"Why crying? Just like a child. Relax, it's just hair. It can still grow," joked Samuel trying to cheer Marisa up.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. Your wounds are deep enough. We better go to the doctor. Maybe it needs stitching. I'm afraid you're either out of blood or why" he said, sobbing.

"You're a good nurse. My wounds will surely heal" Samuel said lightly.

"Are you sure?"

Samuel nodded.