Remember Me, My Husband!

Accidentally Banging Him

"Did you accidentally break our wedding photo?" Maysha's sudden voice coming from behind made Laura flinch.

The woman turned her body. Wearing a facial expression as if regretting his actions just now.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am Maysha. I really didn't accidentally drop it."

Laura lowered her head. A while later, he glanced at Arlan who was coming from behind. Looks like Maysha hasn't noticed her husband's whereabouts behind her back.

"But unfortunately I saw you accidentally drop the photo!" accuse Maysha of coincidentally seeing Laura's behavior.

Laura turned away in disbelief. "Why does Maysha accuse me so much? I told you unintentionally and I apologized, right?"

"What's up, this?" Arlan approached and stood between the two women. Made Laura wipe the wet end of her eyes.

"I accidentally dropped the picture. But Ma'am Maysha thinks I'm on purpose. I'm really sorry, Mas."

Arlan glanced at Maysha. "Come, Maysha. Laura didn't do it on purpose."

Maysha's pair of eyes closed to suppress anger so as not to explode. His hands are clenched behind his back. Again he had to give up. Though clearly he saw himself Laura accidentally dropped the photo.

As the shattered glass decomposes, so does Maysha's feeling. He bent his body and picked up broken glass.

"Oh!" Maysha's fingertips let out a red liquid. That small, sharp shard of glass had just ripped through the skin of his finger.

Seeing that, Arlan immediately crouched down right in front of him. Slowly unplugging the glass shards that were perfectly stuck at the tip of the index finger and reflexively sipping it. Maysha looked at Arlan. Eyes glazed. Although he had defended Laura, at least he still showed a little care for her.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay, thank you."

Arlan's attention was then turned to the floor, where broken glass scattered. "Let me clean this up."

"No need. I'll ask aunty to clean it up."

Maysha got up from her position. Then rub the tip of the eye to hide the clear liquid that is about to drip.

"Oh yeah, it's late. I'll show you our room. Maybe you'll remember something there" Maysha asked, holding her husband's arm.

The sight presented right in front of him made Laura bristle. He panicked. Wholeheartedly unwilling if Arlan should be in one room with Maysha. The woman sharpens her brain in order to find a way to keep Arlan by her side.

"Then I'm how," cut Laura fast.

"Just relax, before I went home I asked my aunt to prepare a room for you. There!" Maysha pointed to a room that was quite a distance from her room.

Laura nibbled on her wiggly nails. His gaze was fixed on Maysha and Arlan who were about to head to their room.

"Oh! My stomach hurts so much" the woman complained while groping her stomach.

Arlan took off Maysha's hand that was coiled around her arm. Then he approached and touched Laura's stomach. He looks quite panicked and afraid if something happens to the fetus contained by his wife.

"What did you eat, why does her stomach hurt?"

"I don't know. I was just drinking some tea Maysha's sister gave me."

Arlan's thick eyebrows shriveled inside. He looked at Maysha a little suspiciously. Makes Maysha take a deep breath.

"Then let's go to your room. I'll check on you" Maysha said.

"It hurts so bad, Arlan! I can't stand it!" Laura's screams became more. Panicked Arlan immediately carried him towards the room. Maysha followed behind with hurt feelings.

As soon as Laura was lying in bed, Maysha helped to pull the clothes to the chest, then began to feel the woman's stomach. While Laura continued to complain of pain in the stomach.

"Which part is sick?' ask Maysha.

"This one, it hurts a lot!"

Maysha again groped the part that Laura pointed to. He was a little surprised too. As a doctor, of course Maysha knows that Laura is currently pretending to be sick.

"Alright, I'll be here accompanying you," replied Arlan who still looked panicked.

It felt like Maysha really wanted to grab the drama queen's hair. But as much as possible he could endure. Maysha did not want to add to the problem and make her husband not feel at home in their house.

"Laura's okay, Mas Arlan."

That instant also the blasphemous gaze directed Arlan to his wife. Maysha could see the doubt mixed with anger there.

"How can you say he's okay, while he's in pain like this?" Unknowingly Arlan snapped.

Makes Maysha's body tiptoe. Maysha's pair of eyes suddenly filled with a clear liquid. As long as he knew Arlan, he had never once banged on her, and now he was yelling at her for another woman.

Maysha turned her body. Hiding tears so that no one sees.

"Auntie, please bring some warm water for Laura. She just needs a break tonight" Maysha asked her Aunt Malina.

"Yes, No."

Not wanting any more trouble, Maysha chose to give up. She had to swallow her disappointment and go back to the room alone without her husband.

Once inside the woman immediately dropped her body on the bed. The tears that he had been enduring had finally faded as well.

The spacious and luxurious room was suddenly filled with sobs.

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Meanwhile in another room, Laura stared at every part of the room she was in. A very comfortable room with a super soft bed. It looks like he will be spoiled with luxury while inhabiting the house.

"Mas Arlan ...," call Laura. Staring at Arlan who was lying behind him.

"Hem."

"Can't you remember anything about this house?"

"No. I feel like everything's foreign."

"Including Ms Maysha?"

"Hem."

Laura's hand stretched out gently shook the man's arm. "Mas, I want you to promise me one thing."

"What promise?"

"After you can remember everything, never leave me. I'm afraid you'd prefer Ms. Maysha and leave me."

Arlan did not answer. His whole heart was filled with worry.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because I feel like Maysha's mom doesn't like me here. I'm afraid he'll keep you away from me. You see for yourself, he gave me tea and I got a stomachache afterwards. In the future I don't know what he's gonna do to me."

Although Maysha feels very foreign, but Arlan doubts Laura's words. I don't know why her little heart said Maysha wasn't that bad.

"Mas, why are you quiet?" lura urged when her husband fell silent.

"Yes, I promise."

Laura smiled with satisfaction. While Arlan was drowning with his own thoughts. Almost overnight he could not be shut down. The gash full of wounds from Maysha's pair of eyes as she snapped at him continued to be reflected in memory.

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