
Rouki who was looking at Doctor Radit was holding back, immediately exhaling violently.
"Laughter if you want to laugh at me, haem."
"It's not that, Bro. That's your hand why? didn't play punch, did you?"
"But you know it, you hunt for my hand. Don't laugh at that cake, nothing funny, you know."
"Why not funny, your wife just alerted me to love tranquilizers with you. Don't-don't ya, you got caught cheating huh? so seriously only one, do not make a branch, just kek branch company you. Your wife is also beautiful actually, you're the one who doesn't want to see intensely."
"You know for yourself, I don't like Zeya, much less love, it won't. Zeya was not my chosen wife, but my parents' second choice, they loved my wife more than I did, Dit. Just imagine you're in my position, of course you'll be upset."
"Not really, Bro. Gini yes, if both our parents love our wives, they must have a good closeness. Yes I also know anyway, that is not familiar does not mean women are not good, not also. But have you ever seen your wife hurt you? have you ever seen your wife make a fatal mistake?"
"What you're asking isn't with my wife, she's so indifferent to me. Yes, I salute Zeya, can survive a marriage relationship that I never thought existed. Maybe other women will not be able to be patient like my wife, a thousand and one women who are like my wife, I think."
"Well you know, why don't you just hang on with your wife Zeya."
"The thing is I don't love Zeya, Dit."
"Is there Alya in your heart?"
Rouki nodded.
"Have it, you don't need to discuss my personal matters, you better treat my wounds."
"Alright, I won't interfere with your personal affairs either. I just remind you, do not let you regret later. Here, your hands." Doctor Radit reminded me of his best friend.
While Zeya, he was sitting in the back garden alone, because he did not know what to do when not allowed to be in the room.
"Miss, who's alone, isn't there Doctor Radit?"
"I'd like to find the atmosphere just now, Ma'am."
"Oh, why my side? Then excuse me, Miss."
"Yes, Ma'am, please." Zeya replied as she leaned back on her seat to relieve the fatigue in her mind.
In contrast to Rouki, he was being treated by a close friend who became the personal doctor of the Kusuma family.
"It's all done, if that's what I want to go straight home, bro. It must be remembered, no matter how angry you are, do not you vent to hurt yourself, the end you will lose. You better clear your mind first, than you have to vent your frustration."
"Yes, Dit, thank you for treating my wounds too."
"It was my duty when I got the call if anyone needed my help. Yes, I'm going home."
"Yes, be careful." Rouki said with a nod.
After Doctor Rouki came home, Rouki sighed. Then, his gaze was fixed on a laptop owned by his wife who had been damaged by the act of slamming into the wall of his room.
Curious, Rouki grabbed her phone and immediately contacted someone to deliver her ordered item. After giving orders to his man, and went into the bathroom. Finished from the bathroom, Rouki chose to move to sit casually on the balcony and accompanied by a breeze, also accompanied by a cup of hot bitter coffee after asking the house assistant.
While Zeya himself who was tired of sitting relaxing in the back garden, he chose to return to his room, which is to find out the figure of Doctor Radit has gone home or not, he thought.
"Miss, wait." Call Mr. Gani who just got home from the hospital.
"Yes, Mr. Gani, what's wrong?" asked Zeya while looking back. Then, turn her body.
"Look, Non. Mr. Rouki is at home, right?"
"There's nothing, you just want to know. It is feared that Mr. Rouki is leaving, and is not accompanying Miss at home. If you're at home, you're relieved."
"Oh, my kiran is more important. Thank goodness for just asking for Rouki's whereabouts."
"Yes, Non, that's just a message from Mr. Kusuma and Mrs." Said Mr. Gani.
"Bi Neni didn't come home, sir?"
"No, Non. You see, Madam needs a friend, pity if Bi Neni comes home."Answer Mr. Gani.
"But, Papa's fine, isn't he, sir?"
"Mister Kusuma's situation is much better, sir. I think maybe tomorrow I'll be allowed to go home." Answer Mr. Gani.
"Hopefully yes, sir. Then I'll go back to the room, excuse me." Said Zeya who was impatient to find out the condition of her husband who was injured on his hand.
"Please, Miss. Sorry, if I've been intruding." Pak Gani replied and hurried away.
When she arrived in the room, Zeya did not find her husband. However, his gaze was fixed on the door to exit to the Balcony.
Curious about where her husband is, Zeya tries to see him.
"Let'soo!" yelled Zeya whose right leg was sprained when it hit her husband who was about to enter the room.
At that moment, Rouki immediately caught the body of his wife who almost fell with her other hand, because the other hand was injured.
The two stared at each other, as if fascinated with the first glance. Both of them never experienced this. Let alone to look at each other, to bere_ntu_han it feels never, except at a certain moment or a very urgent moment.
Rouki who could stare at his wife's face intensely, like something was troubling his mind.
"Sorry, Mom, sorry. I accidentally hit you. Aw!"
"You got sick feet?" rouki asked when he heard his wife grimace in pain at his last sentence.
"No, it's okay. Let go, maybe it's just because the reflex just wants to fall." Zeya replied reasoned, even though his left leg really hurt.
Holding her knees, Zeya trudged towards the bed to straighten her legs.
Rouki who saw his wife withholding pain, immediately took out a lotion to massage her legs.
"Swipe,"
"Why is Mrs Rouki?"
"You're massaging your feet, here."
"My feet are fine, seriously. It was just a reflex, so it's only natural that it hurts."
"Don't be reckless, do you want me to get a prank from Mama? here, let me massage your legs."
"No, Mas Rouki's hand is also sick, right? don't have to. Later if the pain does not heal, I can call the masseur."
"Just shut up, don't talk too much. If I have the massage not healed too, you can call the masseuse, later I will learn to massage your legs."
'Mas Rouki why, do not know this kind of attention. Is there any wish, oooh it may be.' Inner Zeya origin guessed her husband who was making her feel there is an awkwardness.