OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

POISONED

I've prepared with bitten fingernails on my hands. There was nothing but waiting for the doctor to come out of the ER room.

“Then we went home first yes,” a man said goodbye to me.

We're currently in a downtown hospital to save Demian's life. Thank goodness the citizens quickly responded and took a stance shortly after my lag broke through their ears.

Not playing it feels when you see the body of the person who just joked with me last night stiffened on the bed. I even thought he had moved into the divine confinement.

“Family of Mr Demian?” my gaze shifted when a middle-aged man dressed in all white came out from inside.

“Iya doc right. How is he doing?”

“It looks like Mr. Demian has poisoned something. But I'm calm, because we've been providing intensive services so she's self-conscious,”

“What! Poisoning? How can?”

“When we asked him he didn't want to answer. But the most important thing at this time is that Mr. Demian can already take a look,”

“Good doc, thank you,” said I then instantly scrolled into the room.

I swallowed a heavy salivary after hearing a speech from a man with a stethoscope embedded in his neck. Poisoning? I'd better ask Demian to make sure.

“Why did you get poisoned?” shoot me directly at the man with the infusion needle on the back of the hand. His face was pale. I didn't find a life spirit there.

“Chevani. Did you find me earlier?”

“Yes, I thought you were dead,” I grabbed the available seat on top of the gurney. Pricilia who has now begun to walk well must be extra careful so as not to disappear like the incident before.

Demian took a long breath. His net was aiming at a transparent hose that hung two meters high. The smell of drugs also rippled in this white room, making my stomach so nauseous to vomit.

“I am not intoxicated, rather it was deliberately poisoning myself,”

“APA!” I spontaneously shouted so as to make Pricilia flinch in shock. As I recall Demian's psychic state was fine after our meeting yesterday at the tree house. Then why did he suddenly want to kill himself by drinking poison?

“I would rather die than have to watch you belong to someone else Che,” my eyebrows are intertwined while digesting Demian's words just now. Oh my God, is his heart hurt?

“What's the connection?”

“Kan told you that I love you very much. I want you to marry me, not Reno,” while enduring the pain in her body, Demian grabbed my hand and then held it tight. I can feel his fingers shaking violently, maybe his heart condition is not too normal.

“Can be sick like this you even make jokes,” I laugh crisply.

“What can I do to make you believe?”

Ah. I think Demian is crazy. I looked at him fixedly, he retorted closer. Seemed a million laments from his faint glow of neutrality.

“You know I'm getting married tomorrow to Mr Reno right?”

“Just because I know, that's why I'm trying to kill myself,”

Just because I'm the neighbor he just knew wants to marry someone else, so he's planning suicide? Let's think hard Chevani. This is just his wits. Where there is love can grow as fast as lightning.

“Then I'll excuse you. You're quick to be healthy huh,” broke me up at the end of the story. I'm confused what to say. Even more do not know to respond to every sentence Demian with a belief or lie.

“So you're going to stay married to your master?”

“Iya,”

“Good. May you be happy. Now leave me here alone!” Demian threw away his rough face. His chest began to rumble. And those eyes, start to remove the water spots.

I gasped and panicked at once. Did Demian mean it? Hey, all I know is that men don't shed tears. And once when he cried, it was definitely not a joke.

But I stick to my first decision, get out of this place. Let Demian alone, if there's anything she can call a sister. Mr. RW said the medical expenses would be covered in their entirety, and of course that made me no longer have to think about anything about his condition in the hospital.

...***...

“Bapak doesn't need to come here. We'll see you tomorrow,”

Tuuut.

I cut off the phone unilaterally. Again Mr. Reno can't wait to see me. The voice of Refa was also heard calling out the name of his future mother from across there. He said many families had arrived.

Ah, finally my slave time was released as well.

But that's not what I'm focusing on right now. Right now I'm inside Demian's house to make sure there's poison around here. Luckily, the door was only tightly closed without a key, making it easier for me to carry out the mission.

This room is empty without occupants. I immediately shuffled to the room, already impatient to prove Demian's words that he was actually deliberately drinking poison.

My eyes continued to scan the small room where Demian used to rest. Come to think of it he was neat and clean as well. Look at! Even all the items here are barely dusty and beautifully arranged. I remember the Hero. He used to always scold me when he saw there were things in the house that were not clean. Huh, they have a lot in common as it turns out.

Taps.

My eyes were on a bottle with the words BAYGON lying on the bed. Demian was right, it turned out that he wasn't lying.

I don't know, my feet suddenly softened like jelly. Is it true that the man said that he deliberately asked for poison in order to avoid my marriage tomorrow? Does he really love me? Or just his wits?

Oh my God, why am I so confused.

I kept cursing at myself who somehow got to meet Demian. My eyes caught a little blue book tucked behind a pillow.

“What is this?” I asked in my heart as I began to crawl the tiny thing.

I know it's not good and it's too shrewd. But it seems like opening someone else's book to find out its contents will break my curiosity at this time.

Srek.

First sheet.

H/demians.

“H? What is it?”

I continued to bathe as I continued to open up sheet by sheet from the book. Then somehow, my pair of neutrals found a letter that made me wonder.

Notation

H&C

-

On the next slide

Even if I am not me, this love is for you.

“Ah, my head is so dizzy myself looking at the abstract contents of the book from this,”

I no longer continue. It paid off my curiosity earlier. Regardless of whether or not the words bring him to love me, I clearly knew that the man was indeed downing poison to commit suicide. Stupidhead! Is there enough to face God?

...***...

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