
Arsha raised her free hand and returned the hug. He was unable to describe his feelings so all he could do was hug Armand's body tightly. He drowned his face in Armand's chest. His feelings are mixed. Maybe only two words are able to describe his feelings in outline. Relieved and happy. Relieved that despite being injured, Armand had returned to her. Happy because everything that happens to them is just a misunderstanding.
That relief and happiness is interpreted Arsha in different ways. Not with a good laugh, but the opposite. At first it only sounded a small stuffing, but gradually the sobbing turned into a loud cry, until it sounded like the cry of a child whose toy was snatched by another friend.
"Baaaaa.... Aaaaaa.... "
Armand who saw Arsha crying became confused. He stretched out a hug along the arm and looked at Arsha worriedly.
"Sshhhhh, sssshhh, Arsha? Why cry? Is anyone sick? What's that sick? Is there a wound? Where's the wound?" The voice was increasingly filled with anxiety. Armand's eyes traced Arsha's body, searching for the injured part of the woman's body. Getting such treatment instead of making Arsha's cries subside even more so.
"Arsha? What's the matter, honey? I'm calling the doctor ...." Armand intends to press the nurse call button, but Arsha pulls the man's hand while shaking her head. The crying still doesn't stop.
"Why cry? Is there a wound?" Armand did not give up. All that was asked was shaking his head. "If no one gets hurt, why cry? I was wrong?" Arsha shook her head. The tears filled my face. Red eyes with puffy cheeks. Makes his face tangle. Not to mention the noisy sounds of snot trying to get out but being held back.
Seeing the sight made Armand want to laugh, yet he knew the situation. Armand is like facing an SD boy who is sulking asking for toys. Armand closed the door and guided Arsha inside. He sat on top of the gurney while Arsha stood in front of him, making their body position the same height.
Holding back a laugh, Armand pulled the edge of his shirt and thrust at Arsha. Without saying a word, the tiny woman took the tip of the shirt and made it her snot that had flowed everywhere. Without any hesitation, Arsha let out her snot with a noisy voice. Armand let the little lady calm down.
Their body positions are very close. Arsha stood right in front of Armand. The man stroked Arsha's hair with his free hand. Afterwards the caress turned to Arsha's face and wiped one last drop of tear that was in the corner of the eye.
"Crying off?" tanyanya gently. The voice that Arsha had heard for the first time was one hundred percent conscious. Arsha looked down while nodding. He did not dare to look into the eyes of Armand who was looking at him very closely. His heart was racing again. Their body positions are very close. In one pull, their bodies would definitely stick together.
"So why cry? I was wrong? Or is there a wound?" Arsha shook her head again. The softness of Armand's voice made his heart tremble. "Then why?"
"I'm sad. You are hurt because of me. Why are you reckless? Why did you not wait for the officer to come? What if his injuries get worse? I will never be able to forgive myself if anything happens to you! I'll blame ...."
Armand no longer concentrated on listening to every word that came out of Arsha's mouth. He was busy watching the behavior of the woman he judged to be even more adorable. The tiny lips are growing more adorable. Coupled with Arsha's expression of self-blame. Armand could not hold himself back anymore. He doesn't think, just uses his instincts.
In one move, Armand pulls Arsha closer. In the next second, he narrowed their distance until no air entered. Armand covered the tiny lips with his lips until word could no longer come out of them.
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