Our Love Among Corona

Luky's anger

I came home in my battered soul. Although he slapped my face repeatedly, leaving no noticeable marks due to my dark skin. But my neck was injured and other parts of my body. Exposed to some stuff the moment I fought back.

In the taxi, I cried non-stop. I asked the driver not to ask me anything and let me cry in his car all the way back to my apartment. I don't know how to tell Luky, I can't lie about this Luka. I'm hurt sick at the moment. My body, soul and heart were torn to shreds. How can the person who received my love all this time torment me in this way.

"Allan, are you inside? There's something urgent, I need to meet and talk!" without that noise behind the door, I might die in his hands.

I don't know who the woman who banged on her apartment door. Whoever that woman is, whatever her sudden interest is with Allan, she has accidentally become my savior. Because of his call, then I escaped from the grip that almost killed me.

Luky immediately ran to open the door after I rang the bell on the lower floor of our apartment. Unable to say anything, I hugged her full of tears. I found myself fragile. I felt a wound open all over my body. Feel worthless and sorry for the decisions I have made. Luky was wrathful from the water of his face and his trembling body held back his sorrow and anger. I know he'll beat up Allan right now if I tell him. But he did not ask much, as I shook my head to answer and asked him not to ask.

After crying for a while at the door, he took me in and sat down on the sofa. Then hugged him again I tightly and his hands did not stop stroking my hair and back. At one stroke, I still couldn't tell her what I had just experienced. He still patiently embraced me and was fully present.

"I'll make tea. You lay down for a while, pa-pa?" I nodded with eyes that still left water.

He broke my body, removed the jacket that had been removed from my body. He touched my neck to open the scarf, I brushed off the ladder, I said later because I was cold. He complied and then walked into the kitchen to make tea. He saw the back of my hand that was scratched. I'm not ready to show you the other part. It will be more angry.

"Drink a little?" It helped me sit back and bring the tea closer to my mouth.

Luky has not changed, since long ago until now, if I was in a sad condition after crying, when my crying subsided, he would ask me to make tea to myself. Now that he was by my side, he made it for me.

My crying has now subsided. I started to tell you slowly what was going on. I knew he was holding back his anger. I want to stop seeing his expression. Because I see that sympathy. It was as if all the pain I had in my body and my heart had currently moved completely to her.

"Let me see" he said softly. This time I didn't hold her hand anymore to look at my neck.

His eyes are full of water. She was crying at the same time as her hands were feeling softly examining my entire body. He checked which parts were sick and then took me to the hospital, I refused.

"I shouldn't have let you go alone to see that bastard" he cursed.

He regretted so deeply. As if all of this was his responsibility. Although I've repeated it a few times it's not his fault. I don't want to go to the hospital nor do I want to report this to the police. Surviving his hands, I'll be a lesson for the rest of my life. Not neglecting self-safety and not easily fooled into trusting people, just because he treated me well. It takes time, a person's track record must be tested.

I then understand, this is how to release his anger because he can not avenge Allan's treatment of me at this time. I'm worried if I keep letting him get hurt. With the remnants of energy I had then I got up from the sofa.

"Luke....Luky," I kept calling him while banging on the toilet door.

"Don't worry. I'll come out later" he replied among the sounds of crying he was holding. I can recognize well this angry and sad voice.

"I want you out now, stop hurting yourself. The more you hurt yourself, the more hurt I get".

I leaned my body against the toilet wall, waiting for it to come out. I could hear him crying from inside. I started crying again later. Our way of loving, of not being able to see one of us hurt. For a while we both kept crying in silence. It was confined to the wall that witnessed this pain.

Shortly after, Luky came out with a cut on his hand. I knew he would definitely get hurt with the previous blow that he threw against the wall. He sat next to me who was still sitting on the floor. Turned her body and then hugged me again tightly.

"We have to take care of your hands" I said.

"What about your wounds?" tanyakanya.

"Just blisters, not bleeding either. It will heal itself later,". My next.

"No. Let's treat this wound together. I can't imagine the wounds you're facing right now. Got to experience this all by the time I'm here by your side. I'm an unreliable man". He went back to blaming himself.

I was running out of words to ask him to stop. We can't both get hurt at the same time. At least one of them has to cure the other. We got up from our seats and walked into the kitchen. Luky took the P3K tool and then we spent time treating each other.

"Let's promise to protect each other from now on. Don't let things like this happen again. Never, "Luky's words affirm our mutual commitment.

"I promise".

He kissed my lips softly after I had his hand wrapped. Then I kissed my whole neck and the scuffed part of my hand. He then continued to compress my hand and my neck. These physical wounds may disappear at some point, but the wounds in our hearts may stay. Lessons for both of us. Knife-eyed love, saving you or killing you at the same time.