Husband In Second Life

Part 1's

In a hospital room *VVIP*, there is a teenage girl who is in a coma. His forehead is wrapped in bandages. His face was very pale. But, it did not reduce her beauty.

The afternoon sunlight penetrated towards the window in the room. It illuminated half the girl's body.

A few minutes later, the girl's stiff silent fingers were moved. The lentic black eyelashes and their length vibrate. His eyelids are starting to open.

His still stiff hands were raised to cover his eyes that were glare from the sunlight.

The girl in the ward tried to get up to sit down. After twitching a few times, his eyes opened completely. The cold black netra looked around with a puzzled look.

I'm not dead yet? Why am I in the hospital?

Natha looked around the hospital room. Then, Natha looked at her smaller looking hand. There are no injuries. His body felt different and strange. Natha felt, her body was not this small.

Despite feeling limp, Natha did not have any excruciating pain, such as when she was in the cramped room she lived in for several years.

"Why this?" he murmured slowly with a still hoarse voice.

Natha touched her own face. Very smooth and soft. No pain, no feeling of any scars.

Natha was sure she should be dead. Although saved, Natha will never be served this fancy. They'll put him in a terrible place.

Natha saw a mini calendar on the nightstand. Is something weird?

Natha took it right away. Seeing it more clearly. Then, Natha's eyes bully in disbelief.

What is the year on this calendar?! It can't be wrong, right? It should be 202*!

Natha fell silent. Trying to digest something.

Suddenly his eyes sparkled.

"Did I go back to 10 years ago?" Natha muttered confusedly, yet was also pleased.

In addition to the calendar, the change of his entire body became clear evidence. Now, the body is still a teenager and smaller. Natha's confidence was probably about 70%.

Oh my?! Am I going back in time? Is my prayer granted? Natha almost screamed pleasure. However, he held on to make sure of his 30.

Natha tried to lower her foot on the floor. He pulled out the infusion on his hand. Natha looked for a glass to see her own face. He walked to the bathroom.

After stepping her feet with a few difficult steps, Natha reached her door and entered. There is a big glass there. Natha was happy. He came straight to the glass.

Natha saw herself flabbergasted. With a dumbfounded face, Natha touched her own face.

The girl in the mirror was 17 years old. Natha is still innocent.

His face that should have been bruised with so many scars, became smooth. Her black hair, her beauty that Natha had always been proud of, came back and was clearly visible before her.

Natha was completely reborn.

Natha estimates that she's in this hospital because of the collision Nhita caused.

Nhita is driving. However, Natha was severely injured.

Nhita bumps into a man that Nhita herself loves so much that the man is deformed and comatose.

And that man is now my goal, Natha with determination in her eyes.

Natha was supposed to be married to Galen in about a week.

Yes, young marriage. Because of arranged marriages and agreements by her grandfather and Galen's grandfather.

In the past, Natha was given two choices, namely between choosing a disabled man to bear the mistakes of Nhita or a nearly perfect man - which is certainly Natha's first love.

Natha chose the second. But it ends with regret.

Then at this time, Natha would prefer and take care of the disabled man. I will never repeat the same mistake again.

Recalling them in the past, Natha smiled obliquely. "Look, I'll avenge all my suffering. I won't let you take mine again. And I won't let you have the same fate in this life." Natha laughed coldly.

Natha's mind wandered into planning various plans for vengeance and her next life.

Chequelek

The sound of the door opening ripped Natha's daydream.

Natha looked at her three family members. Fake family.

His father, mother and sister were very good. They are playing their role.

At first glance, their worried faces look sincere. Natha always believed in him in the past. Whereas if observed longer, their worried face is a pretense.

Natha covered her cold face to an innocent.

"Oh my God, son! Are you okay already? Is anyone still sick?" asked her fake mother with a worried face and teary eyes.

I'm so moved.

"We're so worried about you, son. I'm afraid you won't wake up."

Oh? you expect me to die?

"It's okay, Mom, Dad. I've been feeling good" replied Natha softly.

At least, I was acting in their roles.

False mother Natha pretended to glare with eyes looking very worried when she saw the infusion that had been released from Natha's hands.

I felt goosebumps when I saw his eyes as if they were coming out

"Nathas! Why was the infusion released?!" he screamed at the woman worriedly.

Ugh, my ears hurt.

Natha looked down in fear, her eyes glazed over. It's whistling. "Sorry, Mom. I don't know how to take her to the toilet."

The woman sighed. "alright. Its alright. Later, I'll get Sister to put it on again."

Natha nodded slowly.

"Sister, hiks. I'm sorry, hiks I should have been in your position. I'm so sad to see you hurt," soed the girl who had been silently staring at Natha with guilt.

Natha turned her attention to the girl. Natha sneered to see him cry as if hurt.

Of course I can. Especially if my injuries were worse, I would gladly accept you in my position right now.

"Already, Nitha. You're not wrong." Natha rubbed her shoulders gently, but Natha's expression seemed to hold in disdain.

The dialogue that Natha spoke to them at this time was one that Natha did not change. Natha will just follow the plot first, see them first, then Natha destroy in the end.

Nhita lifted her head and nodded at Natha's words. His eyes were red, his cries were pitiful. If it was Natha, maybe Natha would be sad. comfort her, calm her down. But at this moment, Natha felt a vomiting desire and was extremely disgusted at the sight of her innocent face.

Natha did not lose putting on a more innocent face. He will deceive them. It will also pretend to be weak, submissive. Like old times.

"Then you rest again. We'll see you back tonight. Then, I'll bring you some food, "he said softly.

Natha held back from rolling her eyeballs. So he just nodded.

"Sister, the spit is healed, well..," said Nhita softly.

But, Natha already knew his heart. Nhita cursed him to suffer more.

Natha smiled as sweet as sugar. Maybe if kept longer, ants will come swarming.

The two fake parents in front of Natha gently rubbed Natha's hair alternately lovingly.

Then, the three men went out. Natha felt the room feel refreshed, after their departure.