More Than a Boyfriend

18. Comfy

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...Bella POV....

Just because it's for me and because of me. He got like that. This doesn't make sense, does it? Shouldn't he put his health first?

And this, he ignored everything and came to me for a little meaningless promise. Just to accompany me to watch a horror movie?

Oh come on, this should make me happy because there's a guy who makes me his priority. But... I actually regretted being insensitive and had threatened to be angry if he did not come.

Hey, whoa!

Did he, the one who sent the message actually want to say if there is a problem on the road?

I was so selfish. I should have listened to the reason. Because I am a pms and angry he obeyed all my wishes without caring for himself.

And now seeing him in such pain, wanting me to be the doctor who can cure him. But what am I? I'm just a student of Japanese literature.

"Sorry, brother, you should have said that you were hit by an obstruction earlier. So you don't have to come here just to watch this horrible movie." I said regretfully to him who was drinking soft drinks after our meal was over.

She smiled at me and I knew it was just a tool to cover her feelings. " It's okay. This is how I rest too. Even accompanied by you. This is how I'm happy." His words that even sounded slurred in my ears.

Is this how happy it is? Whatdoes thatmean?

Was it worth that to him? so that my presence is able to shift everything that matters to him including medicine and medical equipment?

Oh I don't get it.

"Your pleasure is very simple Mr. Rama." My heart is full of emphasis on the word Simple.

Simple, a simple word and means not much behavior. Yes, the fun is very simple. Just be with me and be happy.

Eits ..., be with me and be happy. What it indicates is that he....

" Just help massage my feet as your guilt-redeemer. I know you feel guilty for asking me to keep coming tonight."

it was true of his statement and I could only nod without being able to deny it.

"Massage it next to her." His words rule me with a soft voice.

"Did Uncle know you were hurt like this?" I asked her hoping her answer would be a little different than the previous one.

She shook her head. "What benefit do I tell my pain? I will definitely ignore me and not disturb my situation. He hates my profession. I want to get shot even if he doesn't care." His words sounded desperate with internal problems within his family.

Indeed, from childhood uncle was kind to brother Rama. When with Kak Rama uncle will be easily angry and carried away by emotions. But when with Jimmy uncle impressed soft and obey all the will of Jimmy.

"Ah, don't be. It will also fix itself." I said without knowing the reason behind uncle's hatred for his eldest son. "Have you ever been shot?" I don't know why I asked about the painful thing to remember.

He nodded and bowed. " Yes, have and... None of my family members told me. I forbid the commander to tell me."

"really? I'm sorry, I offended you and talked about that painful thing. Can I see the ex?" I asked the curious. Who knew he was just lying to get my attention?

He unzipped his hoodie and also unbuttoned his shirt. I was blushing at first. Do not let so beautiful scenery presented in front of my eyes drool in front of him. That was a shameful act.

"It." He showed his arm that was still attached to the bandage.

Still wrapped in bandages? that was the sign not long ago, was it?

"I..this? still sick?" I asked him with my eyes focused on the white-clad wound.

He's nodding. He was truly a quiet and cold man yet full of attention and affection to his surroundings. But why is it that no one is aware of it especially uncle? honestly I don't understand.

"Yes. It wasn't long. Exactly this wound I got 4 days before I came home. Because of my carelessness, not he healed and dried but instead got an infection due to frequent exposure to water while I bathed."

"Why not ask for my help?" My words of forgetting our gender and non-blood relationship made her smile.

again she gently rubbed the shoots of my head, Treating me gently and lovingly. It's like I'm a baby in need of love. But I like, also comfortable receiving every swab and her gentle treatment.

" You are a girl and I am a man. It can't be like that..." He pinched my gnarled nose while smiling happily.

He was very different from Jimmy. He treated me like a real woman. But Jimmy? I don't know for a moment I want to enjoy this comfort.

"Massage!" He taps his shirt back.

"Oh yes." I went back to rubbing his legs. " Why did you get shot?" My toot.

He looked down as if he remembered something. " At that time there was a riot at the village border. The atmosphere was so chaotic that many victims fell. I lost one of my bosses and best friends. We were sent back home because things were getting less and less conducive to us being hurt." He breathed deeply.

" I'm sorry I asked too many questions. I'm so sorry." I then hugged him carefully. Honestly, I'm afraid of the injury.

" Do you know how many gunshot wounds were on my arm?" Asked with a trembling voice held back his sadness.

I still hugged him.

" Two gunshot wounds in one arm with a distance of only a few centi. I'm in pain, Bell, but I have nowhere to share. My father he.... " His voice was sobbed.

"So, brother, don't continue. Just to be with me. I'll be your best listener." I said He was a burly man who turned out to have a fragile side in it.

He nodded moving his head which was right next to my face. I was dissolved in his sadness. I caught a soft air covering him. I just want to share my comfort with her. If she's always been nice to me, can't I be nice to her by being her back when she's fragile like this?

I hugged him tightly and warmly. My hands did not stop rubbing slowly his nape and also his back. " Cry if you want to cry. Clear all your burdens." I said softly.

Again and again he just nodded back at me. I thought he was so tough. In fact? every human being, no matter how strong he is, must have a frail side in it.

"But be careful when your snot hits my shirt." I said and she was laughing while crying now.

"It's got to." He said honestly.

And I glanced at my wet shoulder of tears. No, there's no snot stain there. He just spread jokes to change the mood and we laughed along with tears on each of our cheeks. Not willing or whatever it is, we just share the comfort of the moment.