My Possessive Badboy's

Cardiac Deguptum

Mizar never expected if the opportunity suddenly came unplanned. At first he intended to meet one of his friends outside Andromeda's circle. They are involved in a joint project where Mizar is asked to help prepare the design.

Yes, Mizar did study in civil engineering and several times received the same project since he was in the first semester he attended college. Starting from a lecturer who invited him to work together until the young man had his own interest in small to medium scale projects.

He was focused on discussing work with his team-mates, when his net caught two men in a feud. Mizar never expected it to be Maura.

"Lex, I need your help" Mizar told Alex - his friend - who was sitting in front of him.

"What? Suddenly too?"

Mizar pointed at the man and woman who were struggling with their chin. Alex follows the guy's point of view and understands Mizar's point of view.

"Okay, what am I supposed to do?"

"Slow him out. I'll teach that guy a lesson first."

"Isn't he Sagara?" Alex asked back when he realized the young man who was appointed by the friend.

"Yes." Yeah."

After a short reply, Mizar got up from the chair and immediately approached the two men who were in conflict. Without a warning, the young man threw a punch to make Sagara fall. Then asked Maura if there was any injured part of the woman. However, it makes him careless to make Sagara managed to return the blow.

Mizar rubbed the tip of her lips that felt sore. He was not at all surprised when the back of his hand was reddened with blood. To him, it was common.

Only, he was not used to being the center of attention in crowded places like today. Especially due to the quarrel. Really Mizar mending do it in a deserted place. But he can't just back off.

The young man grabbed Sagara's shirt and was about to avenge the blow that had just been delivered to him. But Alex helps the guy faster and drags Sagara out of the room.

"Thank you" said the woman hesitated. Highlight the girl's eyes fixedly staring at Mizar, but not as sharp as usual.

"Ng- ...." Mizar's sentence was cut short when a man - perhaps the end of his thirty years - approached them and asked. "Good night, Brother. I'm the manager here. Is there anything we need to help you with?"

"Oh, sorry sir. We've made a mess. Sorry for the noise we did. We know what you mean, Father, but there's nothing we need.

Instead, we apologize for rioting. If there's damage from our actions, you can call this number." Muara swiftly took over while handing over the papa's business card.

The man received a business card from Maura. The look on his face held in anger as he read the small, thin object the woman had given him.

"Oh."

The girl quickly explained when she caught the unhappy change of face from the manager.

"Mr don't misunderstand me. He is my guardian and you can contact him if there is a loss due to our actions.

Again, we're sorry to make the atmosphere uncomfortable."

The manager nodded in understanding. Accepting Maura's apology at the same time carrying the business card handed by the woman. Then left Maura and Mizar who were still standing in place.

This is what Mizar meant by an opportunity never expected before. The girl looked back at him with an expectant look. The woman never looked on expectantly, except with a vengeance.

"Gue has absolutely no intention to ask for your help, but .. This I have to do."

"Yes?"

Really, Mizar wants to scream loudly. However, as much as possible he kept his wife in front of Maura. How could the young man just scream in joy? No, Mizar wouldn't do that if he didn't want to make Maura change her mind or misunderstand.

A smile framed Mizar's face. Really, it felt like Mizar wanted to scream as loud as he could.

How not, this afternoon Maura even desperately refused his offer when he was about to take her home. However, now it was the woman herself who asked Mizar for help.

How could that not make Mizar happy? Obviously, the young man wanted to shout loudly. Although in the end Mizar still tried to hold back.

"OKAY. I'll take you home."

Without a second thought, Mizar immediately agreed. How could the young man waste this rare opportunity?

And, here they are now. The two sat quietly on the front porch of Maura's house.

Actually, Mizar had intended to reject Maura's invitation to stop by. It's too late and Mizar doesn't want to interrupt Maura's break. He knew very well how tired the woman was just from her face. However, again Mizar could not resist the request of the girl.

Especially when he heard her words that sounded worried.

"Libir lo is bleeding. It's as if the wound was clean so as not to get infected." Maura's words made Mizar think twice before finally confirming the woman's request.

When else would I see Maura paying enough attention to her? So thought Mizar.

"Sorry, in the end I just took care of you."

Maura gave no response at all. The woman went inside the house after asking Mizar to wait in the front porch seat.

The young man did not dispute. He sat quietly until Maura returned with a P3K box in her hand.

Brak!

The sound caused by the P3K box slammed by Maura, made the young man jump in shock.

Honestly speaking, as long as Maura was inside the house, the young man sat down uneasily despite trying to seem as calm as possible. His mind was too cluttered with all sorts of possibilities. However, out of all the possibilities he thought of, none of them made him feel at ease.

"Be clean first your wounds." Maura's words broke the young man's daydream. He looked at her for a moment, but did nothing.

It was more about thinking about how the young man had cleaned up the wounds on his face. He did not know where the injured part of his lips was.

Maura offers help to clean up Mizar's wounds by half force.

Indeed, Mizar held his breath when Maura was so close to him. He even swallowed the saliva with great difficulty just by looking at the face of Maura who was getting closer. Just a few centimeters.

Mizar could even feel the woman's breath on her skin.

It's totally beyond belief. Unknowingly, Mizar snatches the gauze from the woman's hand before he goes mad.

"Let me just."

For a moment they looked at each other. Maura relented and let the young man clean his own wounds. Of course with the help of a mirror which was then given by Maura.

'Oh my God, I can do it this way!' mizar lamented in his heart.

Half the young man's body felt limp now. He was unable to suppress the increasingly irregular heartbeat of the heart.