My Sister's Candidate Becomes My Husband

CAMS - Up 31

Thirsty, I felt my throat feel uncomfortable. Drag it every time I swallow my saliva.

I then groped the nightstand beside the bed. A few seconds later my search stopped because it only realized that this was not my room.

I'm married now and live in Deon's apartment.

Mendes*h long, I'm still unfamiliar with my new status. It's okay, after all, it's only been a day and I'm used to it as time goes on.

"I'll get some water in the kitchen." I slowly got down from the bed and carefully opened the door of the room.

It's pretty dark outside. All the lights in the house are turned off. Except for the light rays in the courtyard that entered from the window, this house has no other lighting source.

I looked left and right to see if anyone was here. But nil, Deon and Aunt Siti had already slept in their respective rooms. I was relieved and hurriedly carried my small running steps towards the kitchen.

I thought there was no one here until I stumbled across the table after accidentally hitting someone's leg.

Brakes

My feet tripped and hit the corner of the table before finally falling to the floor. Fortunately, there was a sofa by my side so my knees didn't hit the floor.

"Akh.sick.." My ringis is in pain.

I held my ankles that were throbbing painfully. Maybe it was a sprain because my leg started to swell.

"Where is sick?"

Deg

My body spontaneously stiffened. My field of vision was suddenly filled with Deon's large body. His sturdy broad shoulders immediately blocked the light from the garden lights that I had once made as my lighting source.

"I...Deon?" Unresolved my shock, her powerful arms suddenly wrapped around my back and legs.

His body is very close to me. From this position I could feel his warm breath that had the fragrance of mint leaves, very fresh. His chest which was field in direct contact with the right-arm

"What..what are you doing?" I'm panicking. My hands spontaneously moved around Deon's neck to hold on.

But Deon just kept silent without saying. In the dark he led me away from the table and sat me on the couch still having the warm temperature of his body.

Wait, hold,

Did Deon sleep outside?

Wh why?

Click

The middle room immediately shone brightly. I closed my eyes because of the glare.

"What are you doing these nights outside?" Deon asked me.

Maybe because he just woke up his tone was not too sharp.

"I'm thirsty and want to get some drinking water in the kitchen. But I didn't see your leg so I hit him. Sorry, do your legs hurt?" I didn't know Deon was sleeping here and accidentally hit his leg.

Em, blame Deon for sleeping in any ops-place, how dare I. Mana can't stand me seeing Deon's frozen face.

"I'm a man, how can I be sick?" He then stood up, "Wait here." And go towards the kitchen.

What's he doing there?

A few seconds later he returned with a P3K box and a glass of water. My heart immediately beat violently looking at him - no, this was firmer than when I was carried by him earlier.

"Drink." Giving me that glass.

I grabbed it right away, "Thank you and sorry to trouble you." I said not very good.

"Gosh, Deon. You don't have to do this." I hurriedly pulled my foot but he grabbed it straight away.

"Akh. Deon's sick.." My ringis.

"If you know you're sick, shut up and don't talk too much!"

I nodded my head awkwardly. Honestly, I don't know how to deal with my sprained leg. Maybe if only a scratch on the knee I can still handle with a P3K box but not with a sprain.

En, I'm grateful that Deon helped me. I was wrong and disturbed his sleep.

Deon is actually a good person. I am the bad one.

The point is I'm the bad one.

In silence I watched him smear scratches on my knees with alcohol and red medicine. After that he held my swollen leg.

The warm temperature of Deon's palms penetrated my skin. I unconsciously smiled.

"I'll massage your legs and it'll probably hurt a lot. If you yell then yell, you don't have to hold back."

I nodded my head understanding. Deon. He never really changed. I'm the one who changed. I'm the one who disappointed him.

I'm sorry but I can't do anything.

Because everything means nothing anymore.

He treated me carefully. I can feel it when Deon is very gentle with my swollen feet. He was like trying not to stimulate my leg pain.

"5 years ago,"

Deg

My body immediately stiffened.

"You disappeared without news for 7 months."

It was a past wound that I don't want to remember in this life.

"I live in Grandpa and Grandma's house." I said as calmly as I could.

This topic was the last time Deon asked 5 years ago where it all started.

"Huh," She looks gloomy,"I didn't ask." The connection sounds irritated.

I closed my mouth not speaking anymore. He's in a gloomy mood so it's better I don't have much to say.

Silent.

No one talks between the two of us. When Deon focused on massaging my sprained legs then I was busy pampering both my eyes to see his handsome face. He always had his own charm. Laughing or not, relaxing or not, smiling or not, Deon always has his charms.

I like everything, everything about Deon I'll definitely like. However, among all that I like Deon who is happy and laughing.

I love that part the most and look forward to seeing it back in life.

"How's it?" He suddenly raised his head and looked directly at me.

I wavered, spontaneously turning my eyes to look the other way.

"My feet are fine." I said nervously.

"Hem." Deon lowered my feet to the floor.