I'm gonna drop my husband's seed

18

Good and Cantika is already in the hospital. Raka Langsunh was taken to the ICU. It was nice to walk in front of the ICU. Since then Bagus just kept quiet and looked at Raka with pity.

Cantika himself just kept silent and looked at Bagus with a confused and curious look. There's something hidden here. There is no honesty and openness.

Cantika got up and walked towards Good. Cantika hugged Bagus body tightly. Then tiptoes adjust the height Nice and whisper softly.

"What's really going on? What the hell's going on? Looks like your friendship is not only thick and familiar but can keep a big secret behind me?" tanya Cantika.

Cantika only suspects and does not know the truth at all.

Rebutt speech as well as questions Cantika made Nice gawking. Why a wife's feelings are always right. What should Nagus do at this time? Talk honestly as is and explain everything or Good waiting for Raka siuman and stable back and ready to explain an honesty.

Good to try to calm down and normalize the heartbeat that had been racing and beating hard. His hand touched the cheek of the Cantika kingpin which made him always anxious and wanted a small bite on the most tender part of it.

"Honesty in our relationships is always ahead, right? Do we still have doubts about Mas?" tanya Bagus even makes the atmosphere ambiguous.

The Cantika question was thrown back into a question that made Cantika no longer able to argue.

"Ranghh ... I always lose when I argue. You are indeed good at giving up, Mas," said Cantika began to get upset and pursed his lips as a sign he was disappointed.

"Australia ... I never get tired of expressing love and affection for you every day, even every second, if I could say that I would say. So why did I betray you? Especially not being honest with yourself. Just like the word, Mas' underwear you wash and buy new ones if damaged. What then? Do you still consider me dishonest and not open? That so?" tanya Good slowly.

Cantika shook her head slowly. His head began to cender spoiled do Bagus stocky arms with money hands clasping each other tightly.

It was good to tilt his head a little and kiss the tip of the head affectionately. In his heart said, "I'm sorry, Cantika. Not to be dishonest or open. But, I don't want to make you fall even worse. Enough Mas who has to think about everything due to your crazy application yesterday."

Skip ...

Of the three hundred people on board, only thirty were able to escape by force. Scratch wounds and blood spurting from some gaping skin.

The rain washed their bodies. Some people returned to the plane to look for food, drinks, medicine, clothes and blankets and pinsel if there was anything to use.

Sonya's getting away from everyone. Darahnay is still pouring. Just a small bag of medicine still stuck to his shoulder. The stock is quite a lot. He bought for the next three bullae.

"You why? We can't touch your wounds? I'm a doctor" said the handsome man in a soft voice.

"Stop!! Don'tdon't. I have HIV. Please stay away from me. But I'll be spaced on you guys. I'm two months pregnant. Please save my baby" said Sonya, crying.

His good intention to meet Cantika must also be a process and not as easy as what he imagined. His body is cold.

"Try raining yourself. Keep your wounds clean and change your clothes. I'll treat you with this" said the young doctet, showing gloves.

Sonya smiled and nodded happily. At least by bathing under the rain, the tubujnya so clean even though cold.

They found a cave not far from the plane.

The plan today is to rest while gathering energy and relieve the trauma of the terrible plane crash.

Sonya had taken a bath and had changed her clothes and now covered her body with a thin sheath found in a large suitcase.

The young doctor began to treat and ask questions about the disease that was dreamed by Sonya.