The Love Struggle of Miss Ruth

Chapters 23. Great Gifts From Every Exam

A bright morning as bright as a beautiful face that was so fresh had just come out from inside the bathroom. Water droplets after bathing appear to adhere to the shoulders smoothly without a thread.

The sound of a slow whistle to the bathroom door displays a body figure that is so ideal. However, it is not Dava's name if it will display an expression that can be read by anyone as well.

The first footsteps seemed so shocking to the wet-haired woman. Ruth closed her mouth before she let out a sound in her room.

"Emph! You?" said glaring.

Dava still only stands with his serious face.

The burly hand reached for Ruth's small wrist and walked toward the bed. The place that bears silent witness to the three of them enjoying a long night with a thick sheet of cloth that becomes additional warmth in addition to hugs.

"Give it to your wound." Dava told me when the two of them got to bed. More precisely sat Ruth's body firmly.

Ruth looked at the face of the man in front of her confusedly. He was even stunned when he saw Dava's cold attitude but felt so warm in his heart.

The brownish-eyed bead was seen moving looking at the small object in his hand that had just slipped out of the grasp of the handsome male figure.

Without saying another word, Dava stepped out of the room with a beautiful voice.

"Awh.." groaned softly Ruth when she began to do the order of the husband.

His hands seemed to move stiffly looking for some wounds on his chest and arms that he wanted to give medicine to, but accidentally groan after groan was successful in waking up a boy who was still beside him since.

At that moment, Dava's steps came to a halt when he heard the Princess' voice speak.

"Your mother, it hurts so much? Putli does not love the medicine help Mamah. The feeling of being on tv-tv must be her husband who loves his palace medicine" said the little boy in a voice that was deliberately made as high as possible.

　

Sure enough, hearing the innocent speech of the child, Dava immediately turned around and approached back.

"Eh," Ruth was so shocked that her husband's burly hand moved quickly to grab the medicine in her hand without a sound.

"Damor.asikk. Putli kabul ah." The small yet sure steps looked like lightning that instantly disappeared in an instant.

Maybe true the saying. If love is felt, even the rain of storms and earthquakes will not awaken that love.

That's what happened to Ruth and Dava who were silent to each other but in every heartbeat they felt so connected to each other talking.

The bedroom door managed to close again and the Princess immediately ran in search of a female figure who became the takeover for the leadership of the heart mission this time.

"O Allah, O God of Wrestling, O my Lord." cried the old woman with a hand that repeatedly rubbed her chest as she received a sudden hug from the tiny hands that were coiled on both her thighs.

"Mbok, Putli there is belheb loh." he exclaimed while tugging at the end of the all-size negligee belonging to Mbok Nan who was busy chopping vegetables at that time.

Mbok Nan stopped from his activities and looked down at the little face of the boy. "Belheb's? did Princess Berheb mean?" his tanyanya ensured his hearing.

The princess nodded quickly while looking seriously at the face of the Mbok. Excitedly, Mbok Nan pulled the little boy's hand towards the dining table. One chair in the pull and then carrying the small body of the boy to sit on the dining table chair. After making sure the Princess was sitting properly, then she herself sat beside the Princess.

His two hands clasped tiny fingers in front of him. "Come, say. Aboutwhat? So curious, Princess."

The princess cupped her own face with her two hands which she placed on the dining table right on her elbows.

"Keep what, Princess? let's go on the story dong. I want to cook so I can't focus." Mbok Nan moved to pinch the gaunt cheek of the princess who chuckled.

Unfortunately, the conversation of a piece of the morning was not able to continue because of the voice of the man deheman who was certainly Dava.

Who else was the man in the house other than the man who was the current priest of Ruth's household.

"Ehem,"

Mbok Nan and Putri immediately stood up from their respective seats. Their beads looked at the two people who had just walked out of the main room with difficult-to-artify gazes.

"Mbok, what's wrong?" tanya Ruth stared confusedly at the expression of the Princess who bit her lower lip and Mbok Nan who was scratching the nape of her neck in confusion.

"Em.it is Non, anu.eh yes Mbok forgot if it is not finished for the stamp. Mbok stay first huh? Princess let's take a quick shower for breakfast." cried Mbok Nan then ordered the Princess to escape from the clutches of her prey.

As fast as lightning, the Princess ran towards her room leaving Dava alone with the wife who was awkwardly silent without wanting to sit on the dining table chair.

The next second, "Non, sit down first. Soon Mbok finished making breakfast coke." he explained from the kitchen table.

Ruth nodded and pushed the chair and sat down slowly without offering her husband. Dava pulled up a chair and waited for breakfast.

"Hihi you are timid." said Mbok Nan who chuckled at the adorable scenery on the dining table.

"After breakfast, go home. I won't come to that house anymore." Ruth said without looking at her husband's face next to her.

"No." she said briefly.

"I'm not going to that house anymore. Until when never will. Was last night not enough for you to consider?" said Ruth who had already simmered the flames of her anger. Her eyes reddened feeling sour when she endured a very stifling feeling to the chest considering the events of last night.

His involuntarily clenched hands and let out a cold sweat.

Dava turned to his wife. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. Including from Dad." he explained steadily.

The warm grip so clearly felt enveloped the cold hand that morning on the table. Well, Dava grasped it very tightly. The bead of his eyes stared deeply at the brownish netra that was beginning to look cloudy.

"I promised to protect you, Ruth. I'm sorry about last night, on behalf of Dad, I'm really sorry."

Droplet after drop finally fell down as well even though Ruth was as strong as her strength held her back. If Dava hadn't come in time, I don't know what would've happened to him last night. Can she forgive her husband or not? Of course it was impossible for him.

"I'm sorry, my father, Ruth. I'm so sorry I didn't realize Dad's trick." Dava carried his wife's body into his arms. Tilting the chair to achieve the tightest hug he can give the wife.

Suddenly warm atmosphere. Ruth sobbed in her husband's arms. He let out his tears so badly. His lips were not even able to be silenced from shaking.

"I'm tired, Dava. I'mtired. I'm really tired of being such a pathetic woman." her cries finally let out a speech as well.

It may be true, if God gives you a trial. Try to stay strong to face it.

If you are not strong enough to deal with it, maybe you will be the one who regrets it the most. For rejecting the wonderful surprise of the Power after receiving its test.

This time, Ruth had a terrible accident. And finally, he got a hug and sincere from the figure of the man who loved him so much. Love in his heart only. But not with his words.