Queen the Ruler

Not Pelakor

Silent in the silence of the night, the figure of a woman with her pair of eyes staring at a door that she found information if there was the pujaan with the woman to disturb her relationship. Well that's the Queen's assumption on Citra that should label it on the Queen.

Slowly but surely the girl's hand swung knocking on the door of the ward.

Tok tok tok tok

Silence, he knocked again. I heard the door open from inside.

“Nona?” A surprised greeting from Alfat made the Queen immediately smile broadly.

“Their hearts always lead to the right path well?” He barged in before Alfat let him in first.

Sitting next to the sleeping image. He looked at Citra with a flat look.

“Al...” call him slowly.

“Iya, Miss.” replied Alfat without being able to say anything more.

“How is it?” ask Queen.

“My wife's condition is final stage, Miss. So it's hard to cure it. Can only prevent the spread only for now.” said Alfat with a head down.

He did not want to make eye contact with his ex.

“Depart out of the country, I will help everyone.” said the Queen confidently.

Things that Alfat never expected came out of the woman's lips. The woman who made Alfat almost dizzy faced his obsessive attitude.

There is a debate in the heart when Citra who turns out not to sleep can hear the conversation of the two. He had wrongly suspected this woman.

“Yes God, I have wrongly accused this woman. Even he willingly asked my husband to take me for treatment. And what was that? My pain is late stage?” In the heart of Citra was so shocked to find the conversation of the husband with the Queen.

“Depart.” Again the Queen offered to Alfat.

Although hesitant, but Alfat felt this was the right time for him to maximize the healing of Citra, slowly he nodded his head.

“Good, Miss. We will leave.” said Alfat and at that time the Queen immediately took care of their departure through her person.

“Ya. Then I can sleep here right? I am very sleepy to return home it does not feel strong anymore.” said the Queen of the umpteenth time to make Alfat shocked.

I refuse, but I cannot. Only a nod of the head could Alfat do.

“Good. Please, Miss as it is.” One sofa that can be used to sleep in use by the Queen. While Alfat who wanted to rush up to Citra's bed stopped when the Queen made a sound.

“Don't sleep there. Your wife is sick. Sleep there, it'll be wider for you, won't it? After all Citra will also hurt her body if narrow.” The Queen's hand pointed at the badcover that Alfat had originally occupied sleeping on the floor.

Again Alfat obeyed, although he actually felt uncomfortable because the badcover was a little closer to the sofa where the Queen slept.

Until the Queen stands to minimize the lights that light up. He walked to the sofa and closed his eyes.

“Come, Al. Go sleep. I want to sleep with you.” murmured the Queen in heart. Whether what demons possessed the heart of this bar girl so recklessly he hoped that Alfat would soon fall asleep and he could launch his intentions.

“I'm not evil, right? Even I want to help Citra treatment? Well I'm not an actor if this is his name.”