I Just Want to Be Loved

Well-favoured.

At Risky's house.

" You found seauatu ?" ask Risky to Zion.

" The car belongs to a young businessman, Mr. Fakhri Medwin, who will work with our company" Zion said.

" So he's a young businessman ! as young as what ?" risky said with his flat face.

" It was only the last year that he was appointed as president, at the age of 25 years" said Zion.

" This is a report about her. " Zion continued by presenting a brown Map to Risky.

" He's not married ?" risky asked with a sharp look at Zion.

" That's what I'm horrified about, and about his relationship with your wife we can't confirm anything" Zion said.

" Do that cooperation with him, no matter what happens. "Risky's word is then answered with a soft nod by the secretary.

' After leaving me how dare you be with another man, it seems you need punishment from me dear. Risky's inner self while staring at the picture of Cyka and herself on her mobile screen.

*******

After two days of treatment, Richa began to improve and was allowed to go home.

" Thank you today for picking me up and my daughter" Cyka told Fakhri, who was driving next to her.

Without asking Fakhri had come to the hospital to pick them up. Since Cyka's daughter was in Fakhri's hospital always back and forth to the hospital, after the misunderstanding was cleared she began to show sympathy for Cyka and her daughter.

" It doesn't matter..... Who's your daughter's father ?" Again Fakhri asked the same question, he continued to feel disturbed about it.

" Why suddenly ask that again ?" Cyka lowered her face, with a look of a face that began to turn moody.

" I'm just a little worried about what the doctor said before. " Fakhri meant when the doctor said that his daughter needed her father's blood donation immediately.

" I'm sorry, I can't tell you about her" said Cyka, who still refused to speak.

Fakhri momentarily glanced at Richa who was asleep in the lap of the mother.

" He looks so sweet... Like you " said Fakhri

Hearing Fakhri Cyka's words just smiled lightly.

" He was my whole life without him I would have been dead long ago. " Syka said, caressing her daughter's little face.

" Is his father also part of your life ?"

Whether it's a trap or just asking, Fakhri's questions make Cyka silent.

" no. " Recisive Cyka who finally spoke up.

Hearing Cyka's answer, Fakhri finally chose not to continue the questions raging in his mind.

*******

At 20:30

Cyka just finished her shower.

Bukk!

" Oh..." Cyka groaned slowly.

" What's up ?" Fakhri who suddenly opened the door and went straight in because he heard Cyka's scream.

" Aaaaa..... "

" What's up ? why are you yelling ?" Fakhri asked, panicking.

Cyka covered her chest with both hands, as she currently only used a bath towel.

Fakhri who just realized it immediately turned his body.

' Pretty. '

" Oh... Sorry, I didn't mean to see it, I was just surprised to hear you scream, so... "

" Come out. "ask Cyka.

" okay... I came out. " said Fakhri who immediately stepped up, but as soon as he was really from the room he stopped for a moment. " If you're done coming out, I need to talk to you" Fakhri said, pulling the door shut.

Fakhri rested himself behind the door by placing one of his hands on his chest, taking a deep breath.

' Crazy.. beautiful he really is. ' Risky's grunts while hitting his head slowly. ' Be aware, she is a mother who is not yet clear who her husband is. ' grunt again to yourself while shaking her head.

After she finished wearing her nightgown, Cyka kissed her daughter's forehead before stepping out to meet Fakhri.

Deg.

Fakhri's heart skipped a beat when she saw Cyka on the stairs, she was stunned by the beauty of the one-child woman, Cyka wearing a sexy sleeveless nightgown that was over the knee.

Because Fakhri was stunned to the point of not realizing Cyka was standing before him.

" What's up ? " Tanya Cyka surprises Fakhri's daydream.

" uh... " Fakhri looked very surprised and confused.

Cyka immediately sat on the other side facing her.

" What do you want to talk to me about ?" cyka is still waiting for her answer.

" I've asked a nurse to work here, to monitor your daughter's condition" Fakhri said.

" What ? why suddenly..."

" Don't you say you're going to work ?" timpal Fakhri, "So as long as you work there will be someone to take care of him" Fakhri continued.

" You don't have to do that for me and...."

" I'm doing it for your daughter not for you so don't get me wrong, and neither..." For a moment Fakhri stopped his sentence and his face began to feel hot.

' How do I say it, he wouldn't have said it if I was a pervert, would he ? talk no, talk no, ah just say it. ' he said who was fighting with his mind.

" Hmm !" ask Cyka by raising her eyebrows.

" Oh, what happened before, it's just a misunderstanding. Believe me I didn't see anything "he explained.

' You said you didn't see anything ! I saw your eyeballs almost popping out earlier, you pervert ' Grumpy Cyka.

" Are you sure you didn't see it ?" cyka asked with narrowed eyes.