Mother Connects the Unconsidered

Sports with injury

Sweat sweat ceaselessly out of his body, the clothes used were already wet because of the sweat that kept pouring out.

His breathing had started to be irregular feeling already very tired.

Bruk!

Adisti simply laid her body on the floor after less than thirty minutes of running on the treadmill in her husband's gym.

His breathing was breathless even though he was only running in normal mode.

While next to Adisti Yudha shook her head to see how weak the body of the wife, but only a few minutes.

Yudha turned off her treadmill and walked over to Adisti who was still lying weakly on the floor barefoot.

"Wake up!" Yudha has a waist

Adisti shook his weak body too tired to move.

With a feeling of arrogance Yudha lifted his wife ala bridal style and brought Adisti lying on a long sofa.

"I'm surprised, even though your energy is a lot when doing homework, but why when the sport is so weak?" Without hesitation Yudha wiped the sweat that flowed from the neck to the chest of Adisti.

Adisti's energy is exhausted just to raise his hand feels difficult.

Exaggeration indeed...

"Our next step is to swim" Yudha's decree cannot be denied.

Adisti little does not accept if using the pool at home surely the servants will see them, then what should Adisti explain when they ask?

"But Mas?"

"There is no rejection"

His breathing was back in order Adisti was sitting himself on the sofa.

Noticing Yudha returning to her sport, the nearly twenty kilos of iron Yudha lifted up alone.

The muscles of his arms bulged out as Yudha raised the iron using both empty hands.

"Now you try" Yudha put the Iron in its original place.

You crazy? Adisti can only speak in his heart.

Adisti finally followed the words of her husband.

First he lay down on a special place that Yudha had used, and then Yudha put down a Barbelle that weighed less than what Yudha had previously raised.

Adisti put both his hands holding a long iron on the left-right of his body, preparing to wait for the cue from Yudha.

"Ready?"

The woman nodded

"Start!"

Adisti took a breath before actually lifting the 10kg barbell.

"Humph!"

Yudha smiled to see Adisti managed to lift the 10kg weight.

Eh?

"Mas! help!" Adisti did not dare to lower the iron he lifted up earlier down.

"Let it down slowly" Yudha gave her instructions.

"Can't!" Adisti felt like crying, both arms felt like breaking because they continued to hold the heavy iron.

Yudha shook her head, just now the object was lifted but it turned out that Adisti could not lower it anymore.

Taking over the barbell from Adisti's two hands, the woman was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief while her hands were sore.

Why does it feel so heavy for him? just look at Yudha! even the man only raised the 10kg barbell with one hand.

"Basic weakness"

Adisti could only stroke her chest when her husband heartlessly insulted her weak self.

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"Just rest, son"

BI Ida pity to see the wife of the Master who was busy kneeling his hands alternately, after all just cooking for dinner Bi Ida was able to.

Adisti smiled gently then shook his head at his aunt.

"I'm fine bi" he replied not wanting to make Bi Ida worry.

"What did you do to you?" BI Ida whispered softly beside Adisti's ear.

If his master annoys his favorite woman Bi Ida make sure that Eyang will know the behavior of his grandson.

Adisti scratched his head confused as to what to answer.

"Mas Yudha these few days applies exercise once a week Bi, and maybe because I'm not used to it, my arm feels a little sore" Adisti spoke honestly at last.

BI Ida clucked from the way Adisti stomped his hand, he knew very well if it did not feel a little pain.

"No need to bi!" too late the middle-aged woman had already disappeared from her sight.

It hurts but it can still be held.

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Ida came out of her room while carrying a box of her personal medicines, the stuffing was not much because Bi Ida preferred to use oil or balm rather than drugs.

Yudha who happened to come down from her room upstairs accidentally saw her butler coming out of the maid's room.

His forehead shriveled to see the box he was carrying.

Who for?

"Wait a minute Bi!"

BI Ida stopped his steps as Yudha called from behind.

"Oh Sir? good night!" Because Bi Ida is too focused to see the existence of Yudha.

"Who's the medicine box for?"

BI Ida glanced at the medicine box she was carrying.

"This is for Adisti sir" he replied

Yudha raised her eyebrows, what did that woman hurt?

"What's going on?"

"I saw Adisti's arm like his having muscle spasms, therefore I intended to treat him"

Muscle Spasm?

Was it because of the exercise this morning? can it get that bad?

"Call him up" Bi Ida seemed to agree, Adisti has not been treated what if the sprain is getting worse?

"But Sir"

"I'm the one who obeys"

In the heart of bi Ida smiled very happily, counting as a stage of approach for both.

"Well I'll call you"

Yudha then remembered one thing

"Tell Cia, I'm not going down for dinner"

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As Yudha had commanded, now Adisti was in his room with Yudha.

He just kept watching Yudha who was preparing cold water and a towel on the table.

"Open your shirt"

What the fuck? without further ado Yudha directly told him to take off his clothes just like that?

"Mas I can be alone" Adisti gasped in shock as Yudha prepared to remove the clothes from her body.

"Then it's fast!" regretfully seeing Adisti was silent as he told the woman to take off her shirt.

Should he be ashamed? they had once stared at each other without a thread.

Adisti grimaced again his hands felt so painful when he raised his hands up, Adisti cursed himself who chose clothes continuity when he knew his hand injury.

Added to Yudha's gaze which continued to look at him, Adisti became embarrassed.

Surrender!

He can't take his clothes off himself!

"Why silence?"

Adisti pursed his lips, Can-cannya at a time like this Yudha instead tease him.

Yudha smiled slanted Adisti's face that conicaled like it looked very cute in her eyes.

When her husband approached to help her take off her clothes Adisti just silent, not because of anger or annoyance but was holding back his embarrassment.

"Sshh" Ringisan Adisti sounded as if his arm had to be lifted in order to remove the cloth on his body.

His eyes began to tear up in pain.

"It hurts?" Yudha could not bear to see his wife's painful expression.

Adisti nodded not expecting the sport he did with Yudha could have such an impact.

Yudha stood up to the cupboard near the bed, opened the drawer and picked up a pair of scissors.

"G-scissors?" Adisti was surprised how could there be scissors there?

"The book can't be opened, we have scissors"

TBC....