Married To An Ex

The Concealed

Juna walked lethargicly into his house. He pulled his tie rough, took it off without rules.

“Udah home?” ask a woman. Risa walked down the stairs to greet her husband who had just returned home.

Juna looked at his wife with his grim face. He was tired, not only his body was tired, but his heart as well.

The man then walked up to Risa who had just set her foot on the first floor of their house.

Juna grabbed that body. Buried her face on the recess of Risa's neck. Inhaling all the aroma of opium that can calm his mind.

“Juna, what's up?” ask the wife. He moved, pushing the chest of Juna's field. But the man was getting more and more hugged.

“Be quiet. Let it stay like this. I beg. I need your scent. I also need your hug,” pinta Juna.

Risa. The woman returned her husband's embrace. Rubbing Juna's back gently, hoping that the burden her husband was carrying was thrown into the air.

“Tell me if you have problems in the hospital,” said Risa softly.

Juna shook her head, making Risa uncomfortable with the fine hair from Juna's face that accidentally teased her white neck.

“No problem. I—” Juna hung up his sentence not because intentionally. It's because he's thinking. Should he be honest with Risa, or hide it from Risa?

Juna's thoughts clashed, arguing arguments. Until the winner makes Juna choose if it is better to hide about Runa from Risa for a while.

“I— what, Juna?” ask Risa.

“Eh?” Juna woke up from his short daydream. The man then released his embrace, then cupped his wife's face lovingly.

“I just miss my wife too much,” she said as she peeked at Risa's old forehead.

After that, he looked at his wife again. Scrutinizing every inch of Risa's face, inserting that look into her head, so that only Risa would think of.

“Sorry,” muttered Juna, faintly heard by Risa.

“Yes? You said what?” risa is confused.

“No, no,” replied Juna, then kissed the porcelain-like forehead once more.

“I go upstairs first, want to take a shower,” part, a little away from his wife's body.

Risa nodded, “I will prepare her warm water,” bargain Risa.

“No need. You must be tired all day taking care of the house. I can prepare it myself. Besides this is not an ancient era that must cook water first if you want to take a warm bath,” reject Juna smooth.

“Good, thanks. If so, I'll wear the shirt,” said Risa.

Juna nodded, agreeing to his wife's offer.

“Yes already, I went up first,” he said while gently rubbing the top of Risa's head.

Juna also walked through Risa, he climbed the stairs one by one. Suddenly his feet stopped. Then he looked at Risa who was under the stairs.

“What's up?” risa asked confused as the husband looked at her full of probing.

“Tumben you wear long shirt. I've never seen you wear that shirt. New clothes huh?” juna asked, researching every centimeter of the sleeping dress half an arm belonged to Risa.

Risa smiled clumsyly. Though he just wanted to be grateful because Juna did not realize his clothes that he had just bought a few hours ago. The long sleeping dress was deliberately worn to cover the bandage that was still wrapped around her ankle.

“This...it's my old clothes. Didn't see it intentionally. So I put it on,” Risa's alibi.

“Yes already, I went to the room first,” he said. Then he turned and stepped back. However, just as her feet were climbing the two steps, Juna turned back, startling Risa who wanted to peek at her wound.

“What else is it?” risa asked, her expression was like someone who had just thrown a stone hiding a hand, afraid of being discovered.

“Your shirt is— emm, a little...,” Juna lengthened his sentence, like hesitate to say that.

“Little what?” Risa's confused.

“Thin, laughing, I can see the curves of your body from here clearly. You— is not trying to tease me, is it?” terka Juna's.

Risa looked surprised. He didn't realize that. Risa then checked her clothes. Sure enough, the shirt is quite thin, although not as thin as the fabric called lingerie.

“Ah this, you do not misunderstand. I didn't mean to tease you. Ini— I just want to wear long clothes only, because I feel quite cold,” said Risa, she did not completely lie. Because this afternoon he was rained, his body was still cold.

“So late afternoon you same permission I want to go out of the house, right?” ask Juna.

Risa nodded, she would indeed permit her husband before leaving the house.

“Keep your rain?” ask Juna later.

Risa wants to lie. But his suddenly itchy nose made him sneeze and cough a few times.

Knowing his wife like that. Juna immediately walked down the stairs, then approached Risa who was still busy wiping her snot.

Without saying any more. Juna immediately attached the back of her hand to Risa's forehead. Warm, his wife's forehead felt quite warm.

“Why didn't I realize when I kissed you earlier? Your body is hot,” said Juna, sorry. His face began to show a worried look.

“I'm fine,” said Risa.

“All right how? You're a fever,” refutes Juna.

The man then pulled Risa's arm, taking her up the stairs. However, Risa's ankle that had not been injured for long, made the pain still creeping on her. Especially when Juna involuntarily forced Risa to walk fast. The woman grimaced, hissing softly. Juna turned his head, looking back at him in wonder.

“What's up? Did I pull you too hard?” asked Juna, afraid that he even unconsciously hurt his wife who was not feeling well.

Risa shakes. He tried to shake off the pain that was running around his right ankle. However, Risa had not treated him properly. His skin was torn wide because the glass cup was still gaping.

“Then?” ask Juna. His face was increasingly panicked to see the ringing coming out of his wife's tiny lips.

Risa can't take it anymore. He felt a stream seeping out of his white bandage. The thick red liquid flowed slowly down to Risa's feet, making her owner bite her lips, pain and soreness, that's what Risa felt.

“Sayang?” Juna still asked for an explanation.

“Feet...my right foot,” Ogre Risa.

In that instant, Juna immediately looked at his wife's right foot. Next, his eyes widened, seeing that there was a visible red color flowing down to Risa's instep.

“You miscarried?” guess Juna, he does not know where the blood came from, therefore, Juna just guess.

At times like this, Risa was eager to throw Juna's head with a ton of rice. The man was too stupid to deduce where the blood came from. Pissed it.

“I told you my leg hurts, not my stomach!” spray Risa, venting her pain on Juna.

“Legs?” Juna also revealed a little dress that Risa used. Again Juna was wide-eyed when the bandage that was no longer white was caught by his eyes.

“You why?!” the panic.