Husband In Second Life
Part 6's
"... I just saw you from far away. I just saw you in the not directly, I also saw you when you were healthy.."
"... I'm so sorry I didn't choose you in the past. But I am lucky to choose you now. If others ridicule you, then I will praise you. If others insult you, then I will flatter you..."
"... As long as you are always here. Beside me. You're not gonna hurt me. You will be the only one who will believe me. I'm saying this because I witnessed how you never woke up in my life before. Even so, I don't mind even if you wake up in this life. I don't know why.I have confidence you'll wake up one day. But if you wake up, I'm just afraid my trust is wavering. "
Natha revealed all her heart. Even the secrets of his past life he revealed.
She felt there was no need for secrets with her husband. Especially when he's sleeping. If he woke up one day he woke up too, Abyan would not remember what he said. Hope so.
Natha's long words were only answered with the silence of the room. He certainly did not expect anyone to answer. Natha just wanted to feel relieved.
Natha stood up from her seat. He went around looking at the room.
***
In another room.
Natha doesn't know that she and Abyan are being watched by a surveillance camera.
"What is he talking about? 'Previous life'?" tanya wondered a teenage boy to his family.
Some people there think complicated.
"He's not Nhita. But, the twin." The words of the oldest man in the room, made everyone shocked.
"What?!" they shouted in shock together.
Brak!
"Are they deceiving us!" the teenager was angry, breaking the table.
"Patience, Son. Do not get carried away with anger" said a gentle woman.
She is the mother of Abyan-Alice. He was almost four heads. He looks like he's in his thirties. Because it looks so pretty. His appearance is very graceful.
"But they tricked us, Mah!"
"Briyan! Shut up!" The old man's regret made the person called Briyan immediately bowed.
"We can't trade them back! Their marriage has already happened! Did you hear the girl's words? She was very sincere about taking care of my granddaughter. We can avenge the Lumian family next time!"
Briyan was silent at her grandfather's words.
"I'll wipe your sweat, will I?" Natha's soft voice turned their attention back to the screen.
"Be quiet, I say yes" he continued, chuckling.
"The girl looks the opposite of her change of attitude. He looks very good. However, I can't accept it yet because she's Lumian's daughter." Alice said without turning her eyes to the two people on the screen.
"Even though he is kind, I will never want to admit his existence in this house!" There was a hint of hatred in Briyan's tone of voice. Hands clenched.
She had admired her brother from childhood. She was trying to be someone like her brother who always prided herself on her parents and worked hard. But the accident changed everything. Heart's broken.
Her brother who was always gallant, was now lying down. His sharp eyes, shut. Moreover, his legs are deformed.
Briyan hated the culprit. He was very angry when he was not in prison. When he found out the culprit was the student who went to school with him, Briyan was a little shocked. But not long did his lips grin. He intends to bully her all out.
When his family decided to marry him off to that man, Briyan was a little unaccepted, but he could do nothing.
He will only make her regret!
***
Natha asked a maid for help to bring a small basin of warm water and a towel.
The maid politely nodded and carried out the order.
"Thank you!" natha said to the maid who looked young.
The woman smiled sincerely at her new Miss. "Together."
Natha closed the door. He walked slowly to the bed, then sat beside Abyan with a small basin on his lap.
"Sorry, yeah. Not that I'm being disrespectful. However, we are already Husband-Wife. It's okay, right, if I touch you?" her tan was soft only in reply to the sound of splashing water in her hands.
Carefully, Natha wiped her sweat-soaked forehead. The neck and the neck. His movements are very soft. Natha did not dare to wipe on the other side. Especially taking off his clothes. Even though he was his wife. Natha had not asked her family for permission before full responsibility was handed to her.
Natha wiped it off painfully. When he finished, he kept the small basin beside the bed.
Tok
A knock on the door made Natha open it.
When it opened, there was a woman he had told a few minutes ago.
"Miss, Master is asking you to go to his room."
'The 'Master' he was referring to was Grandpa Abyan. Because Abyan's father died three years ago from an illness.
Natha nodded in understanding. He was sure, surely what the man was talking about was Abyan.
"Let me deliver," said Natha angguki.
Natha followed him behind.
On the way, Natha asked. "Sister, what's your name?"
The woman smiled shyly. But still answer. "Name s-aya Winda, Miss."
Natha smiled. "In that case, I will call you Sister Winda!"
"Ah, not Miss! That sounds inappropriate. I'm just pem-"
Natha cut. "Can't it? I just want to be more familiar with Sister Winda." His words sound sad.
Revinda. "Bu-not that, No-na..."
"Can, yeah?"
Looking at the hope in his eyes, Winda nodded stiffly.
Natha smiled broadly. "Thank you."
"It's over, No-"
"Son't have to call me, Natha."
"That-that's very disrespectful to me no-"
"Nathas. N-A-T-H-A." Stubbornly Natha spit it out, for Winda to call her name.
Winda just resigned. He said slowly. "OKAY. N-nathas.".
Natha had another purpose for doing so. He didn't just want to get along with this housekeeper. Because he won't trust anyone anymore.
Slowly, he just wanted to know more about the Grissham family through Winda.
"Thank you for driving me" said Natha sincerely.
"Yes, yeah. Equally," Winda nodded repeatedly, then left.
The smile on Natha's face was gone in place of a cold expression.
Tok
Natha knocked three times the door in front of her.
"Lake in."
When she heard the voice behind the door, Natha again put on her fake expression with a polite smile. He slowly opened the door.
Once inside, what Natha saw was like an interrogation room, perfectly suited. Inside contains two facing benches. In the center, a medium-sized rectangular table. The hanging lights only illuminate the center of the table.
The room feels cold. But there was no fear in Natha. He had already occupied a more terrible place in his first life.
"Sit down." The cold voice of the old man in the low-light room, in Natha's polite bow before sitting down.
"You're not Nhita."
