My husband, Doctor Adrian

Angel

I closed both my eyes. I just want to forget my pain. Even in a stupid way. Even if I have to physically hurt myself. But. a pair of burly hands pulled me. The light from the car lights that glazed me earlier seemed to have disappeared. All I feel now is warm. Even the raindrops that had been fluttering now seemed to be blocked by something, or someone.

I realized I was in someone's arms. Someone who has pulled me out of danger. But I was too tired and didn't care to open my eyes. Who is this kind-hearted person? The angel? Am I dead already? I sharpened my ears and I still heard the noise of traffic. I can still faintly smell the soothing rain. And strangely, vaguely male perfume.

I opened my eyes and raised my head. The first thing I saw was my face just below a man's neck. He's wearing a black shirt. It was the perfume I had been smelling. I watched her more closely. A faint face as I looked from below, besides, the raindrops also prevented me from opening both of my eyes wide.

I rebelled, aware that this man had thwarted my efforts.

This man grabbed my elbow and rewinded my body roughly, as if making sure I could see it clearly.

Nathan.

I was immediately overwhelmed with shame.

"What are you thinking, huh?" half is screaming. I'm not sure if he did it because he was upset with me or because the rain was getting heavier and he wanted me to be able to hear his words.

"Deliver!" my word. I know my plan has failed a hundred percent. I just he let me go because I was too embarrassing.

"No way!" His voice was not as loud as before.

I didn't answer, but turned my face away from her. I feel ashamed. How many more times did he catch me doing something embarrassing?

"Stop acting stupid!" snapped it.

I cried hearing it. Not because of his capture. But because I really feel stupid. Not that I feel better, but the more I feel stupid, the more I feel that I am not worthy of living.

I covered my face with both hands, crying. I don't give a shit. I hope the sound of rain disguises my cry.

He hugged me again. This time, for a longer time.

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"Have you?" she said in my ear when my crying had begun to subside. Our position is still the same. Hugging.

"I'm so sorry that you lost your father." he said. I'm getting sad to hear it. It reminds me of my loss. But..how did he know?

"We're going to the car, okay?" his voice was calm and confident even when I said nothing.

I don't think I have a choice. I was silent when he led me to his Ferrari.

I was also silent as he passed my parents' house. He took his Ferrari by the way. He had never previously spelled like this. I don't know and don't care where I'm going.

We entered a luxury apartment building. Shortly after, we entered the parking lot. When she finished her car, she was still silent. But I didn't pay much attention, my mind was blank.

He opened the car door for me. There were a lot of questions running through my mind, but I kept quiet. I don't care where I am, why he brought me here.

We entered a very luxurious apartment. He told me to sit in a high chair on a marble table near the kitchen. Then, he was busy in his own world. Open the refrigerator, storage cabinet, turn on the stove, cook something.

"Eat." he ordered while serving two dishes of steak. One was placed in front of him and one in front of me.

"I ate earlier." I replied slowly.

"I know you haven't. Eat." his voice sounded indifferent. I tried to respect him, so I cut the steak slowly. I was starving. He also ate across from my seat. He didn't notice me, he was busy with his food.

As I was eating in silence, he seemed to recall something. Then he walked to the end of the kitchen, where I saw a small wine rack. He picked a bottle of wine and opened it. He poured the wine into two glasses, placed one next to me.

"Thank you" I said.

He didn't answer. He put the original bottle of wine and returned to eating. Like deja vu. I remember a time when I was married to Adrian. When we ate together, everything made me lonely. But I'm not so confused about this. There was only one thing on my mind, a feeling of guilt towards my parents.

I finished my meal when he finished washing his dishes and finished half a bottle of wine by himself.

Suddenly just as I was about to get up to wash the dishes, his hands held me back.

"Me alone.." he said.

I glare. How could I let him wash my old dishes?

He smiled a little. "Please, you're a guest in this apartment." He seemed sure, indisputable. I'm letting. He washes my plate fast. I decided to take a sip of wine, preventing any awkwardness between us.

"It really should be, huh?" abugn. He turned his body, facing me. We were about two meters away, separated kitchen island made of marble where we ate earlier.

"You mean?" I'm rattled.

"Yes, maybe I should be a cold, indifferent, indifferent person to you just so that you would obey all my commands."

I scrunched my eyebrows, at a loss for words. Honestly, I was lazy to respond.

"Ehm.maybe we should take a shower." he murmured again. Nathan is back. Nathan is extroverted and talkative. I smiled a little.

"Why? Want to take a shower?" tanyakanya.

"What?"

He chuckles. "I'm just kidding.."

"I should go home" I said seriously. I got up from my seat, and his hand held me back.

"You.sure? Are you sure you're okay?" His two eyeballs probed me, as if looking for doubt in me.

The question made me realize. If I leave this place, where will I go? I don't want to hurt my mother more by showing myself in front of her. I know it's ruined. I'm afraid that he thinks that all this happened because of me. I realized that maybe I shouldn't go home to Mama's.

I wept. Sniffle. I covered my face with both hands, feeling embarrassed in front of this stranger. Then, the thing that happened this afternoon happened again. He pulled me into his arms.

"It's going to be okay, La.." He stroked my hair slowly.

"Breathe. I'll always be here." whispered again.