Married To An Ex

That Night

“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.

Risa did not dare to answer. The woman was afraid that Juna would scold her for dropping the glass cup and injuring her own leg.

“Sorry,” says Risa.

Juna looked at her, then sighed when he found out that Risa was not willing to worry him or maybe the woman was afraid that Juna would be angry with her.

With one movement. Juna carried Risa's body in bridal style, Juna stepped out while carrying Risa who was still surprised by the spontaneity of her husband.

“Let me down. I'm heavy,” Risa said.

“Silent or do you want me to carry you, then take you to the hospital? Let brother Aro know that you—”

“Don't, yes I'm silent,” serobot Risa. He didn't want what Juna said to happen. Risa did not want her sister to know that her sister was still not healed from her careless attitude. Enough Juna knows about his injured leg.

The other in the room. Juna lowered Risa slowly onto their bed. Then, the man opened his nightstand, took out a P3K box and a small silver box.

“I open the bandage huh?” permit Juna.

Risa nodded, then she turned her face away as Juna started to open the bandage that was already blood red.

“This— how can it be this wide of his wound? What did you stab?” juna asked, staring at the wound on his wife's ankle.

“Tadi.. after sending a reply message for you, I intend to take my teacup. But because I suddenly felt the smell of the tea was strange, so I did not accidentally fall in the tea cup. I had no idea that the broken cup would reach my feet. Sorry, it's my fault, I was careless,” explained Risa with her head bowed.

Juna sighed, to be honest he was anxious to hear Risa keep saying sorry to him.

“Why keep apologizing? You are not wrong, the name is also an accident, everyone can experience it,” said Juna while giving a rub of alcohol on Risa's wound.

“Your wounds must be sewn, I take anastesi in the workspace first huh? You wait a minute,” said Juna.

Risa nodded. After that Juna got up from his seat, then went out of their room.

***

London is still greeted by white snow. A gust of coldness gushed in through the window that was deliberately opened wide by the man in a wool jacket.

A hot cup of coffee that quickly turns the temperature into its best friend over the past few days.

The puff of smoke from the coffee slowly faded, eliminating the man's appetite for drinking it.

Deon— the man put his coffee on the table by the window of his room. Then then, his eyes looked back straight ahead, breaking through every snowflake that was still falling quite heavily.

Daydreaming is a mandatory activity for Deon. He's always been like that from the beginning he arrived in London a few weeks ago.

Depressing the existing taste just makes itself more in the thick snooze.

Once again Deon exhaled his heavy breath. He rubbed his face rough.

“Should I just go back to Indonesia?” murmured with a mind that has raged endless.

But then, his head shook strongly, “No, no Deon, no, no,”.

Along with that. Deon's phone sounded out. The call from the father became a temporary distraction from the turmoil that was ruling Deon.

Without waiting for long, Deon received the call.

In an ongoing call. Deon seemed to be listening. But then, a word that made Deon seem surprised, was spoken again by him.

“What? Back to Indonesia?” tanyakanya.

***

Juna returned to the room with another P3K box.

Risa shook her head, “No longer,” she replied.

“You are calm, you will not hurt. I'll have your local anastasi,” said Juna.

Risa seemed to grimace, feeling pained to hear it.

“Why not a total anesthesia?” ruman Risa's. Because he knew that local anesthesia only blocked the pain around his wound. That means, Risa can still feel the needle and thread that will stab her skin, even though it does not hurt, but still able to make Risa feel pain.

Juna looked at his wife, then gently rubbed Risa's face, calming the frightened woman down.

“Do not be afraid, just assume you again see me sewing clothes,” said Juna.

Once again Risa was eager to throw her husband with concrete stone. Juna easily takes things lightly about sewing. Even the man likened his ankle to a cloth.

Risa looked at Juna sharply, her eyeballs even looked perfectly glared.

“Eh? Am I wrong?” ask Juna.

“Not need to be sewing, I don't want to,” reject Risa, he also pulled his foot away from the reach of Juna's hand that already holds a syringe.

“But it should be in sewing, Risa,” advice Juna.

“No want, anyway I don't want, unless you are my total anesthesia,” insisted Risa.

Juna took a long breath. This is not the first time he has faced people who are afraid of syringes or medical sewing needles. There have been many patients who sometimes behave the same as Risa.

The man then placed his syringe on the nightstand. Then he crawled up to the bed to get close to his wife.

Gently, Juna grabbed onto Risa's body, rubbing the woman's head full of warmth.

“Trust me, you won't be in pain or anything. Just close your eyes, and I'll sew them up quickly,” whispered Juna, sounding soft in Risa's ears.

***

Haruna walked into his house. The girl looked drenched as the rain greeted her with a piercing chill.

After getting a painful answer from Juna. Runa immediately stepped back, and ran without direction. The girl did not believe in Juna's firm commitment so strongly.

The Juna is no longer the Juna. There was no more aura of play in Juna. The man looked even more mature than the last time Runa met him.

The rest of Runa's tears were still imprinted on her face, wrapped nicely with the rain water that soaked her.

“Runa.” A middle-aged woman cried from the direction of the second floor of the house.

The middle-aged woman was Azumi— Runa's mother.

Short identity about Runa. The girl was born in Japan, but grew up in Indonesia. His father was a Japanese-Indonesian. While his mother, Azumi is a native Japanese citizen who settled in the country.

“What's wrong with you?” ask Azumi.

Runa remained silent. Her gentle yet firm face placed an antagonistic impression on her.

“Runa,” call his mother again.

“What Papa has come home?” Runa ignored her mother's worries. He asked about his father who was still missing in Japan.

“Ah, Papa-mu. He's home tomorrow. You know that, right? Tomorrow is a good day,” said the mother.

Runa grew more and more silent as she was reminded of that day.

The day that Runa will be betrothed to the man of her parents' choice. Runa did not know who that person was.

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