My Rich Old Man

Episode 28 - Worry

The next morning - - -

Japhar had woken up from his sleep, Jia also woke up and immediately saw Japhar's face so radiant. But behind it, Japhar awaits an explanation from Jia.

''You wake up so early...'' Jia said as she stretched her entire body and opened her mouth wide to yawn.

''You are not neat. Right there, the hunt is ready. Your clothes were washed by Tian last night.''

He ignored Japhar's words and immediately headed for the bathroom that was in the room.

''He's starting to babble ah.''

When he was about to change his clothes, it appeared that a roll of bandage wrapped around his left shoulder was reflected in the mirror image.

''Huft, it's a good thing that Tian brought a long-sleeved shirt. So it won't look like this is a wound.'' Mumbled Jia.

Japhar deliberately opened the bathroom door and entered it because Jia did not lock it. He found his wife who was only wearing underwear because she was just about to wear her clothes.

''K-ka...'' Jia was stammered when she found her husband had been able to walk himself to the bathroom even though the infusion bottle was still hanging.

''Why's he? You're trying to hide that wound, right?'' Japhar asked with a sharp glare as well as walked closer towards Jia.

Jia continued to rewind her steps until she stared at the wall in the corner of the bathroom. ''What do you want...'' Jia said nervously as she pressed the shirt she wanted to wear onto her body.

Japhar's steps came to a halt as she was about to grab Jia's hand. Suddenly his head was dizzy, his steps began to gontay. The surprised Jia immediately helped and pushed her back to her bed. The clothes that Jia wanted to wear fell down when she wanted to pick up Japhar. now she only wore pants as short as the knee not to forget the buttonholes.

''Arhhh'' Gerutu Japhar was in pain

''Eatya if you can not get up, do not need to be forced.''

After Jia sat Japhar on her mattress, Japhar moved quickly. He grabbed Jia from behind and kissed her neck.

''Ummm, What is.''

''It smells like you.'' Japhar blushed without noticing the sweet smile falling from Jia's lips. Japhar bit Jia's right shoulder.

''Ammm''

''You're a cat or something, bite people. Emm leila!'' Gerrutu Jia was upset, But she was a little happy to see her husband this morning so spoiled.

Shortly after, Japhar let go of his embrace. And pulled a translucent white button-down sweatshirt, a glimpse of the br@grey Jia was wearing.

''See what you are!'' Jia brushed off the hand of Japhar who was about to open it.

Jia knew Japhar's true intentions. However, Jia still tried to cover the wound and re-justify his clothes.

''You think I don't know? I just want to see... Ngapain closed everything said Japhar teasing while rubbing his lips thinly.

''You already know? Excuse me... I just don't want you to worry. Luka like this doang, nothing.'' Jia said with a sweet smile gushed from her lips as if nothing had happened.

''This woman is hard on her heart.'' Inner Japhar

''Precisely it! The more you hide the more worried I am! Just that you said? Joking you? sampe in that bandage? and that accident you took for granted?'' Oceh Japhar's.

Jia was only bowed in but still did not admit her mistake. Until Japhar stops raving

''Lebay, that's doang.''

As soon as the word was said from Jia's lips, Japhar quickly pulled her hand to fall into the bed with Japhar. His body overflows Japhar.

Jia rounded her eyes to look at Japhar who looked annoyed.

''You worry about people but you don't think about yourself. Thought of yourself first new people.'' Japhar's grunt was upset as he stabbed his finger into the vast expanse of Jia's eel.

''Sorry...''

"Next time don't risk yourself like that baby....'' Japhar muttered softly as she hugged Jia tightly

''So she was worried about me, I see?'' inner Jia was imprisoned.

Jia got on top of him and kissed Japhar's lips all of a sudden. The surprised Japhar could only respond to her. Japhar pushed Jia's head gently and kissed Jia's lips actively.

''This is a hospital, I have not recovered. Now.. I'm going to take a shower.'' Japhar Temptation

''You are still gini, I will clean your body with warm water?'' Jia said innocently as she rolled her eyes towards Japhar.

Jia picked up a small bucket of warm water and a small towel and slowly undressed her husband.

''Where should I start...'' Mumbles Jia

Jia began to wash her husband's body with a small towel, then dried it back. Every now and then she smelled the scent of her husband's body that remained fragrant even though he was sick like this.

''Your scent is still as usual...'' Jia said teasingly and exhaling her warm breath that was right in her husband's ear.

''You were so strange...''

Jia immediately ended the action, and helped put on Japhar's clothes again.

''Look at you later, if I am healed...'' Inner Japhar

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''Other times don't gini again, yes....'' Said Jia while kissing Japhar's forehead

''Well, ain't sure''

''You!'' Shouted Jia annoyed after knowing the words of her husband was just a joke.

''Hehe sorry.''

That afternoon, Jia and Japhar laughed together in the room. Remove all the burdens that have been felt so far.

The Morning Arrives

Like the day before, Jia woke up in that VIP room. But this time it was different from usual, Jia dressed her clothes to fit into the big black suitcase. Japhar had also been released from her infusion this morning.

''Where's the turn?'' Celinguk Jia who had not seen Tian's existence.

''Tian already deluan at home, we took a taxi aja.'' Japhar said softly as he stroked his wife's head.

''Emm... But how are you?''

''Udah, Ga anything. There's no influence.''

At Japhar's request, Jia stopped a taxi in front of the hospital. Both were petrified during the journey. Upon arrival at home, Jia is helped by Tian carrying his suitcase. Bi Lyna had already welcomed her warmly in the doorway.

''Welcome aboard. Madam, Mister.'' Greet Lyna

Mi Sa is a little pity to see the face of Jia (Anak) who is lethargic for a few days caring for Japhar there. However Jia still emitted her sweet smile.

''Yes Bi. Thank you for taking care of the house.''

Jia stepped into the house, although just a few days left the house it felt very different. Jia was struck once she found Sera sitting on the main room sofa nonchalantly while folding her hands in front of her chest. Like he's the one in charge of this house.

''Sera?''

''Papa!!! Finally home too!'' Zizi cheerfully ran towards his uncle.

''Yes dear, Papa is back.'' Japhar lifted Zizi and held her tightly. Sera who saw him immediately approached.

''Zizi, you can't be spoiled like Papa. Papa has not fully recovered.''

Again Jia looked at them like a happy family. He felt himself to be a mosquito among them. Jia decided to go upstairs rather than look at this kind of scene, upset that she was climbing the stairs.

''Now that's his wife, me or him?'' Jia.

Followed from behind Japhar, until both are in the room.

''You why?'' Japhar asked confused, when he saw his wife had been glum since seeing Sera's whereabouts.

''Ga nothing.''

Jia looked indifferent, and returned to tidying all her clothes into the closet.

''Really nothing?'' Jia simply nodded in answer.

Japhar embraced Jia's body that was berberes, although he was a little annoyed with Japhar but still returned the embrace.

''Still yes...'' Japhar

''For?''

''Udah took care of me during the illness.''

''And it is my duty as a wife to accompany her husband in distress and sorrow.'' Jia said

Japhar gasped at Jia's sincere words. He kissed Jia's head crest gently.

''I know you don't like Sera, do you?'' Mumbled Japhar while releasing his embrace.

''Yaiyya! I'm really ngiri! You guys are like that family... I also want to have children.''

Hearing Jia's blunt words, Japhar's mind exploded as if he was coding. But Japhar brushed everything aside and passed away leaving Jia alone in the room.

''Yes, Japhar. Let's have dinner so you know.'' It was heard from outside the sound of Sera inviting Japhar along for dinner.

While Jia remained confined to her room, and curled her body in the corner of the room.

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