Marsha, Between Love and Revenge

The Relationship That Improves

"I miss you, I miss you, Marsha. Sorry to make you have to go like this, we should have been happy." Zidan scrunched up his arms, smelling Marsha's head. Marsha was silent, not resisting, her body responded to what Zidan was doing, she felt warm and comfortable.

But, not Marsha if she had to take for granted the person who had hurt her and her family, there is still a sense of resentment considering what Zidan did to her, even by force, but according to her, Zidan is a weak man.

Marsha pushed Zidan's body until the hug came off. "So, I hate you, who let you in, and hugged me."

Zidan flashed his smile. "You may hate me, but don't throw me out, or leave again. I beg Marsha, Marsha I'm sorry, I admit I'm a coward, but let me make amends." Zidan came forward wanting to get closer, but Marsha raised her hand for Zidan to stop.

"Don't approach me, I'm disgusted by you, you're the former woman. Besides, there's nothing you have to redeem, you're not buying stuff." Marsha clings to the door leaf, wanting to open the door, but unable to open.

Zidan lifted the key in the field. "We're gonna solve our problems, baby. But allow me to clean my body first. Marsha my body feels very crumpled, I fight all your bodyguards who have a body as big as a giant, does the foot not pity? Help me Marsha."

"That's none of my business, Zidan. Give me the keys back, and get out of my room."

Zidan whimpered while holding his stomach. "Awww, Marsha. Looks like my stomach got hit pretty hard." Zidan kneeled still holding his stomach.

"Don't act, I don't believe. Get up, I won't pity."

Zidan even lay down his body on the floor, he was not joking, he really felt the pain of his stomach, besides not eating, his stomach kick that was hard enough to make his stomach hurt, he really felt the pain, since then he actually wanted it, but since being attacked he had seen the building of the house that he believed was Marsha's residence.

"ZIDAANN, wake up I said, I don't believe your acting."

Zidan no longer responded, he was already sprawled with his eyes closed. Marsha observed Zidan's bruised face, judging from his many physical wounds, she was sure that Zidan was not acting or pretending. Slowly Marsha took a step closer, wanting to confirm Zidan's condition. Not brash or disrespectful, Marsha first nudged Zidan's legs using her feet, Zidan flinch making Marsha panic and worry.

Marsha tucked the left right side of her hair dangling behind her ears, she squatted, first touching Zidan's hand.

"Zidan wakes up." Zidan's hand wobbles slowly, Zidan still doesn't wake up, Marsha shakes Zidan's body, Zidan still doesn't respond making Marsha worry.

"Jeez Zidan, aren't you pretending?" Marsha put her index finger in front of Zidan's nose, still breathing, then she patted Zidan awake. "Zidan wakes up, don't worry me." Marsha became very worried, she then stood up, contacting the guards outside to call the medical team.

* * *

"You said Marsha would forgive that man?" Puma asked Mahesa, both of whom were having dinner at Puma's gazebo.

"Marsha was never that close to men, to Zidan she was different. I'm sure he must have forgiven Zidan." Mahesa replied, then he put a mouthful of oncom tutug rice into his mouth, the spicy taste of sambal mixed with lalap and fried fish made Mahesa's mouth bulge because of the fullness.

"Grandfather called, wait a minute" said Puma feeling her phone vibrate in her polo pants pocket.

"Yes, Cake." Puma answered a call from Mahardika.

"How, did Zidan receive our delicious treats?"

"He devoured it to the end, Cake. His martial arts are pretty good. I'll send you a copy of the video, Grandpa's gonna love it."

"Hemm, has he met Marsha?"

"Yes, Marsha had also called the medical team, it seemed like the injuries were quite severe, even though she could beat them all," said Puma, "are we going to do something again?"

"No need, the city leave everything to Marsha. He's been too tormented, Grandpa doesn't want to lose Grandpa's only granddaughter, let alone a shitty creature that seems so step on the face of this earth." Mahardika chuckles across there. Puma chuckled. "Is Mahesa okay?" ask Mahardika later.

Puma glanced at Mahesa who was sitting in front of him. "Well, will you talk to him?" Mahardika replied with a mutter, then Puma gave her phone to Mahesa.

"Grandpa wants to talk to you." Mahesa receives Puma's phone, attaches it to her ear.

"Yes the cake."

"You're sincere? Looks like Marsha received the presence of the child's father she contained."

Mahesa sighed. "I can't force the fate of Kek. I'm sincere, Zidan is the right man for her."

"You sure about that? I'll take it if you want Marsha?" he said he tested Mahesa.

"I've been iklas, Cake. Let alone seeing Marsha's apprehensive condition even though she covered it up, I'm sure she's not the only one who needs Zidan, but the baby in her womb."

Mahardika nodded though Mahesa could not see. "Alright, if all is sincere, hopefully the path of Marsha will be better in the future."

"Yes Cake. Mahesa wishes it were like that too, she deserves to be happy." The call ended, Mahesa returned Puma's phone.

"What makes you Mahesa's ad? You used to be so passionate, Marsha has to be yours, no matter what."

Mahesa washes her hands in the cowboy. "Look at Marsha happy, I've been very happy."

"Classical reasoning, but I hope you're really sincere."

"You doubt me? It's a former chili, enough to make your eyes sore." Puma was carried away, cupping her two hands in front of her chest.

* * *

Marsha was still waiting for Zidan to open his eyes, she occasionally cleaned Zidan's injured face. Marsha felt a subtle twitch in her stomach.

"You moving, son? Do you like your father? But he can't, he's not a good father. He's so cowardly. You've got enough of a mother." she said herself, Marsha scrunched her face, still upset at Zidan. Marsha re-advanced her body, clearing Zidan's wounds, awakening Zidan.

"Marsha!" call lirih.

Marsha who was cleaning the wound on Zidan suddenly stopped her hand, Marsha lowered her gaze, her eyes collided with Zidan's eyes. Back the great thump appeared shamelessly on her face, Marsha biting her lower lip relieving the nervousness. Then he leaned his body into the chair.

"I'll go home if you come."

"Think we never knew each other."

Zidan took Marsha's hand, carried it to his chest. "Thank you for treating me" then he hissed at the pain at the end of his injured lip. "You can split my chest if it proves that I love you so much and need you, Marsha. Sorry, sorry for all my mistakes, I had to"

"Shut up, I don't want to hear anything."

"But you have to give me a chance, there's a kid that should be a happy city."

"What kid? Whose son? Don't be delirious." Although surprised, Marsha quickly hid it.

Did Zidan hear my words? panic in the heart.

Zidan flashed his smile. "Don't hide, he needs both of us, we'll go home together, and inaugurate it."

"Don't fantasize," Marsha pulled her hand, she stood up to pick up the phone to call her chef to bring her a meal. "Bring the food I ordered to my room now" he put the phone back down.

"You've been treated, don't be happy, I'm not concerned, it's just my sense of responsibility" he said, "get up, you're cured, eat before you go home." Marsha is unconscious, if what she's doing is the little attention she's starting to show. Zidan is happy not to play, but he is holding it back, he does not want to miss this opportunity.

Before long, Marsha's servants and cooks came to bring her the food Marsha had requested. Not much food they bring, just along with rice that has been filled with side dishes, and a glass of water. Marsha took the tray she was carrying, gave it to Zidan.

"Only one? You don't eat, Marsha?" Marsha did not reply, but she quietly sipped her own holiday water, a plate of rice with fried chicken was enough to make her excited.

"Have I eaten?" her lie.

"But I saw you as hungry, you had salivary water, I saw it."

Damnit.

Um Marsha, what does it look like?

Want Zidan to say, do you want us to eat a plate together? Or do you want me to take a bribe? But Zidan's holding it back, he's gonna tease Marsha.

"Well, it seems you are right to eat, I eat yes, since you left until now, I have not eaten," he said, starting to put one mouthful into his mouth, glanced at Marsha who did not move from her seat next to him.

"You also look so skinny, don't you eat like me? But it's impossible, where could Marsha do that." Zidan continued to tell the story until the contents of the ring were left a little. Zidan again glanced at Marsha who had been looking very eager to try her food.

"It's just a little more, you sure you don't want to? I'm bribing ya?"

"I said no, no. Don't make it up."

"A little bit, our child will understand, pity. Cook it later saucy." Zidan continued to seduce.

Marsha again gulped down her saliva, the ease with which she advanced her body opened her mouth. Zidan smiled, pleased for sure. Then feed it to Marsha.

Slowly Marsha chewed on the rice and fried chicken pieces cut from Zidan's hands. He thought as usual, he would take out what he ate, but this was not, he even wanted to again. Marsha's reflexes advanced her seat and opened her mouth, the sensitive Zidan happily bribed her.

Until the rice runs out, Marsha still looks hungry. He got up and called to bring the same food.

"You look so skinny, do you rarely eat?"

"It's none of your business." Zidan lowered his legs, approaching Marsha. And unexpectedly, Zidan immediately pulled Marsha's chin, burning a brief kiss, Marsha's blood immediately swished violently made even though only a short kiss and gave a considerable effect on his body.

"Ken-"

The shadow of the protest you want to say should be cut off when Zidan comes back to kiss him, a real kiss. Like a vacuum, Zidan's lips are so strong suck Marsha's lips that feel sweet and give a sense of billiards. At first Marsha wanted to be angry, because her heart was still upset, but her body wanted more than just a kiss, eventually Marsha closed her eyes, starting to enjoy the movement of Zidan's lips so intoxicating, that she was so intoxicating, until a small shrill voice came out from his lips, in that kiss, Zidan smiled happily.

* * *

In a five-star hotel there is an event attended by entrepreneurs. No exception Rasya who was present with his two twin sons. Rarely Roses participate in events like this, other than because of his habit of rarely meeting the crowd, Rasya is still often jealous because many eyes of striped men who glanced at his wife. Although the age of the rose is no longer young, but its beauty is not always inedible with age.

"Of." The greeting of someone made Rasya with Maheswari and Mahendra turn towards the source of the voice.

"Axcels." Sapa Rasya's. "Hi, Lex, long time no longer see you." said Rasya to Papa Axcel.

"True, last time with Axcel was also in your office."

"How, Axcel. Ready production?"

"Hopefully next week has started product launch, I'm looking for artists to help advertise our products, Om." Axcel said.

"If Marsha had been around, she would have been easy to do, lately she's been running television programs, and meeting artists."

"When your son comes back, it looks like he fits Axcel."

Rasya looks silent, soon his son will indeed return, but surely Marsha's stomach has grown.

"Rasya, are you okay?" reprimanding Alex when he found Rasya like he was thinking about something.

"I just miss my daughter," Rasya replied with a forced smile. "Maybe in a year, he's back."