My Possessive Boyfriend

Back home

Mas Radit has taken care of the entire hospital administration because this afternoon I have been able to go out and undergo outpatient by checking up every 2 weeks 1 time.

My dad and I were getting ready with our stuff to go straight to the airport. And according to the agreement, Radit mas itself will take us to Surabaya using a private jet owned by the Mahendra family.

At first I objected and rejected Radit's offer. Unfortunately, Randi and aunt Sarah also helped persuade my father to agree.

They both came to the hospital to meet me and my father before we returned to Surabaya.

Aunt Sarah also brought me something in the form of a neatly wrapped box. The box is a gift from Hana as a farewell greeting.

He can't go to see Fika at the hospital because she's out of town for her school.

I was also very happy with what Hana gave me no matter what the contents of the box were. Hana is really a very lively and cheerful girl.

We became quite close after he often came to visit the Radit mas. He was very spoiled for Radit the stiff ice man.

He couldn't be any better off with Hana. She spoils Hana in a different way, and I see their relationship emotionally so close.

At first he and his aunt Sarah asked me and my father to stay at their house for a few days before returning back to Surabaya.

But as much as possible, my father and I rejected the idea. After all, I didn't want to make my father and myself feel uncomfortable living in someone else's house.

Even though it was only for a few days me and my dad disagreed. Finally the three of us went to the airport escorted by several bodyguards.

Although I felt a little uncomfortable, I tried to understand. Om Randi just wanted us to be okay with sending some people to look after us.

I also have to be more vigilant when I return to Surabaya without Radit mas. It means I have to be able to prepare myself for any situation.

Because there's no guarantee that Rendra can just let me go. Maybe he was just waiting for the right time to hurt me.

After a few hours of travel, I finally arrived at the house that I lived in for almost 1.5 years.

Icha and mother had stood up to greet us in the yard and immediately invited us all to enter the house to rest.

After 30 minutes, Mom had finished preparing the dishes for the dinner she had made while we were still on our way.

For tonight I asked Radit to sleep and stay at our house. Although not too big, but our house is quite comfortable to live in.

Radit agreed because he also felt quite tired today and was lazy to travel again to his apartment that the family did not know.

Dad asked him to stay over because it was not nice to tell Mas Radit to stay at the hotel even if it was only for one night.

"Dit, eat first. After that you can use Fika's room to rest. Let Fika sleep in Icha's room" said the father who was immediately approved by the mother.

"Truly said om, nak Radit does not need to stay at the hotel. Although small but I'm sure you will be comfortable in our house." continued the mother enthusiastically while scooping rice into a plate of Radit mas.

"Om good, aunt. I'm so grateful to have allowed me to stay tonight. Tomorrow morning I have to go back to Jakarta" said mas Radit agreed.

We also enjoyed our dinner with joking and laughter at the dinner table. The atmosphere of our dining table is now always this serious.

Unlike the old days, dad always wanted us to eat quietly at the dinner table without excessive talk let alone debate.

My family has changed a lot and is getting better every day. I admit 1.5 years ago was the toughest point in our family.

But it is also what makes our family can strengthen each other and can appreciate each other more every moment we pass.

After dinner, I took Radit to my room to rest and showed him the things he needed that my mother had prepared.

"Tonight mas Radit slept here. The bathroom is there, if Mas Radit wants to take a bath towel and change of clothes I have prepared in the bathroom. I say yes, want to rest, in Icha's room." I said at length.

"Thank you, I can sleep here. Your room is very clean and comfortable although it does not reflect your true self" he said making my forehead wrinkled in wonder.

"What do you mean by Radit?" manya curious.

"The nuances of this room are too girly for you. From the layout of the items, your wallpapers and all the accessories that are here more describe a girl who is very feminine." he explained to make me smile understand.

"Yes, because this room was arranged by my mother. She wanted me to be a woman who was feminine and elegant. Too bad, I'm very contrary to his wishes." I said a little laugh considering our debate about the design of this room.

"I guessed it, it's definitely not you who set it up. You are a strong, strong and disciplined woman in every way. You are too creative and very initiative. Although you always look feminine, but I always remember the first day we met during the interview. That's the real you, ever since we were in high school. When you start to change your appearance and attitude, that's when I really don't like it. That's why I always argue a lot with you. Sorry, because it puts you in a lot of trouble." it sounds so sincere.

"Hem, yeah. I used to be pissed off by Radit. Mas always put on a shitty face when dealing with me but always good with other people. Therefore I really do not like Radit mas, but behind it all mas Radit remains the first person to help me when I have difficulty in work. I'm so grateful for that, ice man." I said honestly and branded him with the call I always put for him behind his back.

"Ice man? so you called me that." she answered laughing and ruffled my hair.

"Yes already, you should immediately rest. See you tomorrow morning." I said I was about to leave but stopped because Radit suddenly pulled my hand.

"I'll miss you, Jakarta-Surabaya is not a close distance. Can't we spend a lot of time before I go home tomorrow?" the question made me think a little.

"Well, you take a shower in 15 minutes I'll wait in the back garden" I said and left without waiting for him to answer me.