Marriage But the Enemy

NTM: 2.7

My tears are never ending. Nonstop. Sitting in front of this drug-scented room while hoping anxiously.

I dare not enter. I wish someone would come out from behind that door and tell me something of relief. Really, I really hope.

My hands were shaking from now on. My heart beats faster than usual. The feeling of fear still covers. The great guilt followed. I'm afraid!

I was crying like that. The feeling of regret came back to ambush me for a moment. Really, I'm really sorry for all my selfishness. My thinking power is too narrow!

If only I had heard more of Bian and could think clearly instead of putting forward my own ego, this tragic thing would never have happened!

Then, now, after seeing Om Heri lying in the Hospital with a life threatened, I realized and just felt sorry. Too late, Re, too late!

Feeling no longer strong, I immediately covered my face with both palms. Withstand this regretful sobbing so that no one else can hear. But it does not seem easy because my sedu sedan crying voice is still able to be heard by my own ears. I'm nyesel, Om... Rere, sorry, Dad. Rere is really sorry....

"Re,"

The call immediately made my head look up at someone who was standing looming before me. Bian with his hard face looked towards me.

I-i understand. Bian must have been angry with me who had just threatened his Papa's life. And I won't protest a bit about it because I'm well aware of my position here.

Bian is an eyewitness other than Dad. Because he came right at the moment when Om Heri fell unconscious. I don't know what he's coming for, but it's probably because he wants to pick up his Papa back after he works. That's how, you could say, she saw her Papa anfal right in front of her eyes and it was all caused by me. Luckily, Ms Citra immediately called an ambulance and we could take Om Heri to the Hospital quickly and on time.

"Let's talk." Bian said again, then he walked first to guide me towards the outside of the ward hallway.

I followed him from behind while occasionally rubbing my wet eyes or cheeks. I guess he'll stop right at the front door of the ward. But it turns out I was wrong.

Bian still continued his steps until we finally arrived at a hallway where there is a vending machine that is available a variety of cold drinks various brands there.

However, without any intention of refuting, I then sat on the chair that was indeed quiet people. Bian did not then come sit with me, he even approached the vending machine and began to put money to buy cold drinks available there, I don't know.

I don't know what his intention is to take me to this place. I don't know what kind of angry face he has on me right now. Because now I no longer dare to look at him. I was afraid, especially of feeling guilty about her. Against the Papa more. Because the truth is I am guilty!

"Drink first,"

I'm looking. A bottle of cold bottled tea was poured on me. I'm staring. He was sitting on a chair next to me. Yes, pause. He's keeping his distance from me. Maybe that was his tactic so that he could hold back his anger towards me now.

I glanced at him from the side. Now he's downing coffee in his cold can. Again, I'm down. My heart is still worried. Even getting a drink from him feels like I don't deserve it.

Why would...

Why didn't Bian just curse at me? Scold me?! Why would he even take me to this place, sit down, even buy me a drink? Why....why is she being nice to me like this??

Makes my guilt grow more because of his attitude!

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P. S :

The word "NTM: X.X" means REVISED

while "BAB X.X" means NOT REVISED