Love Mita

Battered

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Meanwhile, Rama enters the penthouse where Adit's parents are.

"Need to see a doctor?"

Rama suddenly startled everyone who swarmed Adit out of worry.

"Do not, tomorrow is also meningan."

Adit tried to be ordinary, even though in his heart was arrogant to see the reflection of his face in the mirror, it was no longer aesthetic according to him.

"Not this is it, is it?"

Sena also suddenly came to have changed into sleeping clothes.

"Lumayan."

Sena took a compressive towel from Lia's hand, put on a thin towel that had been moistened with warm water.

"Slowly, this pain."

Adit screamed a little in pain. Deliberately harden the touch of compress on Adit's left cheek.

"It hurts, not the name. Did he apologize yet?"

Sena glanced at Rama at a glance with the face of ketus sambip snorting.

"Sorry, it's a form of defense, instinctive to be human."

"If apologizing does not need to be self-defeating, it seems very sincere."

Sena Gulp.

"Yes, sorry."

"After Adit battered and realized wrong !"

Rama just looked down while playing mobile.

"Udahlah, it is my destiny to be battered.''

Adit does not want Sena emotion, because it affects the pressure of the towel that Sena attach to the wound.

"It must be in your ruqyah, brother, Adit's face so rich."

Ms. Lia left the living room towards the room by massaging her forehead.

"Tomorrow is also light, do not move much first. Men are a natural fight."

Mr. Zainal patted Adit's shoulder soothingly. Rama smiled, happy to defend his father-in-law.

Once in the room, Mr. Romi who was sitting watching in the room justifies his sitting position.

"Mama called Adit's parents. If we wait to know first, we're not better."

Mr. Romi thought about the reaction of Bambang Wiraguna, feeling bad because Rama had beaten Adit. It is likely that Adit is wrong. But for him, fights are not the right way to solve problems especially to make people hurt.

"Assalalalay. Retna, how are you?"

Four times the tone of the phone was heard, a second later a soft voice typical of Javanese women.

"Waalaykumsalam, good Tea. When do you come home from there?"

"The day after tomorrow, Jakarta Tuesday."

"Oh, be careful on the road. Hopefully until the homeland healthy nothing less. Just tired of it."

"Aamiin, thank you Ma'am. It's getting tired, factor U."

Three minutes did not feel used by Ms. Lia to mince words, before opening a conversation about Adit.

"Have you called Ma'am?"

"Last called yesterday, there's a little problem with the kids. Wh why? Another allergy?"

"Ngga, Adit's healthy. There was just a little problem with Rama, fighting urate."

"What does that mean? What's problem?"

"No one wants to tell what the problem is, only Adit is wrong initially so Rama emotion. That's how it turned out, Adit had bruises on his face. I told you first of all, I'm afraid you're wondering."

Ms. Retna was cleaning some kitchen utensils that started to get dusty at the time, directly storing the washcloth onto the table.

"Where are you now? Already diobatin not Tea?"

"There's in the middle room, again Sena compress so that the wound does not swell."

"What direction?"

"Ngga is severe, but there are bruises. If there are any complaints, we will check with the hospital. I'm reporting to let Mbak not worry. I'm afraid I'll find you wondering."

"Yes Tea, I'm nitip Adit. Whatever the problem is with Rama, hopefully it can be resolved soon. Adit versus Rama won Rama, oh Gusti..."

The conversation was finally closed because it sounded ART Bu Retna informing there was a package delivery coming. A little relieved feeling Bu Lia now, after giving information about Adit's condition to her parents.

Rama saw clearly Adit's face now, it turns out that much bruised and bluish bruised on Adit's face, until the guilt he felt.

"To the doctor ayok, as a form of accountability."

"No need, compressed continues also meningan."

In his mind to the doctor too much, he imagined his face would be bandaged like in a soap opera of flying fish.

"Sena's Swallow..."

Adit half pleaded, because the compress towel Sena used too pressed the bruise on her face.

"I'm an emotion. Cute face so gini try, have not read yet?"

"It's still pretty quiet. Try here with me."

Rama approaches Sena intending to take the towel from Sena's hand.

"Do not, it is light. I'm going back to the room, right?" Adit asked Sena for her approval. While Sena nodded with a forced nod.

Adit wakes up intending to go to his room in the next unit because he wants to rest. So did Rama, back to his room. Imagining Rama's touch traumatizes Adit. At first he had underestimated Rama, because the first three strokes still felt ordinary, but the last 3 blows on his left cheek were not to be underestimated.

"Rest on the couch first? Let me see, if it's not good in my room."

Adit nodded while heading to the room. Shortly he returned to the TV room with a thick white blanket wrapped around his body, while a pillow was clamped on his left armpit as his resting ammunition while on the sofa.

"You want to sleep?"

"Religious. Can you make warm tea, no Sen?"

While lying down Adit pulled out his phone that rang, a video call from the Mother in Jakarta. But he did not lift.

"This is the HP of Mas, Mother video call."

Sena took the phone from her lover's hand.

"Yes piye? Appointed? My face is koyo ngene, I'm worried about."

Sena smiled, the first time she heard Adit speaking Javanese medok.

"Assalamualaykum Ma'am."

"Sena, where's Adit Nak?"

Adit was a little surprised, since when was his mother familiar with Sena?

"Again rest Ma'am, out fighting with Big Brother. He said he was afraid I'd worry if I saw Mas's face."

"Berrantem why the hell? I'm so confused."

"It's okay, a little bruise."

Adit finally takes his phone from Sena's hand.

"O Allah is Gusti... Well, delok rai your son."

Ms. Retna gave her phone to Mr. Bambang, showing Adit's face on his phone screen to Mr. Bambang.

"It's still good to be Buk."

Adit tried to calm Retna.

"Can't you?"

"It's a habit, as hard as it is."

There was a feeling of longing for his family in Jakarta that he had not embraced for months, when he heard and spoke Javanese.

"If you still get sick tomorrow, you go to the doctor. When are you going back to Tokyo?"

"Lusa, I went to L. A. last night tomorrow."

This time the instincts speak. Adit wasn't prepared with the cornering questions from his father.

"Well, I'm okay."

Adit pulls Sena to get closer to be visible on the phone screen.

"Paad's Same Introduction."

Sena smiled stiffly, confused as to what to call.

"Please Sen."

"Yeah, Sena ain't nothing."

Rama comes out of his room to join Adit and Sena, while waiting for Mita who is still bathing. Didn't know that Adit was calling Mr. Bambang.

"If you were told anything Adit said Rama, let it be beaten again."

"Yes Dad."

Sena answered briefly, but her heart trembled.

Now Rama understands, Adit is on a video call with his parents in Jakarta.

"Dad always taught you to respect women. Don't mess around, don't be embarrassed."

Adit nodded small. Rama smiled mockingly, feeling above the clouds.

"Let's know who's real."

As soon as Adit ended the conversation with Mr. Bambang, Rama immediately expressed what was in his brain.

"But not until battered gini Kak."

Sena is still not willing to hurt Aditnya.

"I was wrong there. But I'm..."

"There is but if I'm wrong. Wrong is wrong, don't wear it but."

Sena stomped her feet towards the kitchen, about to make the warm tea that Adit had asked for.

"Serious cave, sorry."

Rama looked at Adit really.

"Yes, Sena could be good later. I'm ok."

For no more than five minutes, Sena brought a cup of warm sweet tea to the heart. But still with a thin scolding in front of Rama.

"Sorry Sen, Adit is also still handsome. I want to be a girl, klepek-clepek see the good looks of Adit who naturally want the shape of his face as well."

Rama tried to please Sena.

"Hyperbole, lebay ! Good thing God made, if made in China already damaged my girlfriend's face."

Sena continues to compress the wound slowly Adit, so that no swelling occurs.

"What are we doing?"

Adit changed his head to look at Sena, asking for clarity on her current status. No matter the presence of Rama.

"Delivered, right?"

Sena's face seemed expressionless, making Adit startled. And Rama was equally surprised to hear the answer from Sena.

"Ngga want it, it's delicious. Meaning what?"

Suddenly Adit sat down, taking a towel from Sena's hand asking for an explanation.

"His son why?

"My face is rich, you want to leave me? Which woman wants the same battered guy gini. While you're beautiful, it's easy to get another girlfriend."

Sena laughed at Adit's reply.

"Don't laugh, I'm serious."

Adit already did not want to look towards Rama, seriously did not want Sena to leave him. Now Sena's fingers are in his grasp. While the heart of Sena, beating is not because. Not even aware there was still Rama nearby. And confused what to answer, because Adit takes his words seriously.

But once aware of the look of Sena's face that reddened Adit realized that Sena was just pranking him, until he was fad back to judging Sena.

"I didn't go to L. A. like that, straight to Tokyo. Tickets can be refunded, right?"

"I'm kidding, I don't ever feel good. The one who said break up was Brother, not me. Still boyfriend and girlfriend, right?"

Adit smiled inwardly, looking at the foggy Sena.

"Make me the relationship is not a toy, let alone a joking material."

"Baper you're such a bloke."

"Not really !"

"Kok me?"

Adit is getting happy to see the quarrel of the brothers in front of him.

"Mas, I wasn't serious. I'm joking."

Unable to see the moody Sena, Adit pulled Sena into his arms.

"Bentar brother, his sister's gnarled."

"Ahhh alay boy."

Rama understood Adit's intentions.

"Lamaran yuk, let me be a future husband. If you've been proposed, can't be preceded by anyone anymore."

Sena's face immediately flushed, proposal?

While Rama felt insinuated with Adit's cynical gaze, which he felt was directed towards him.

"Get me to go? Sebel uh."

"One the same. You also know me."

Adit's getting his arms tight.

"Hot, undress ah."

Rama took off a warm shirt made of wool.

"Eh don't stay here, brother."

Sena is troubled by Rama's behavior.

"Emang I'm going to the room. Why listen to the courtship, mendingan samperin my wife. I'll break the fast first."

"Ih pervert!"

Adit smiled faintly at the behavior of the brothers.

"Esum is also halal. You're a bastard, inget !"

Rama closed the door to his room. Instantly Adit's smile disappeared, loosening the embrace he turned into an embrace. But as soon as he saw Sena, somehow his heart became flowery again.

Sena gave him a sweet tea glass that he had stored on the table which is now no longer warm.

"Thank you yeah. Rama changed because he saw me battered like this?"

"Call him Rama again?"

"He who doesn't want me to call brother, I'm not his sister anymore."

"Call Brother again, he says he wants to sleep."

"What do you want to propose to me to this ordinary person?"

"Where's the habit?"

Sena tightens her arms while looking at Adit deeply, assuring that Adit is more than usual.

"Let's not see that I'm rich, my faith is weak."

Adit lowered his eyes.

"How should?"

"Obviously, don't do that."

Sena smiled wryly, although with a battered face, Adit's facial expression was able to be her remedy today.

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