The Soulmate of Dad

39. Phrase

"Machiya." (Honey)

Beeya's forehead shriveled at Iyan's words. While the young man was already smiling towards Beeya and grasping tightly the hand of the woman who was lying on the sickly bed.

"I'm so worried." That's how it says.

However, Beeya's face looked flat. Not responding to anything.

"Hey, why?" Iyan's hand had gently rubbed Beeya's hair.

"Why come here? Don't there be women who need you more?"

The three adult women behind the two human beings were smiling. There was a good signal between Iyan and Beeya.

"Who?" Beeya just shook her shoulders. His face was also blown away.

"Jealous?" Iyan Goda.

"No," heck.

Iyan was even stupefied and he pinched Beeya's gaunt thin cheek.

"I am free. Don't you miss me?"

Missing, it is undeniable that Beeya misses the figure of the man who is beside her. He missed the warmth of Iyan's embrace. Missed the words of Iyan that always calmed her heart. Yeah, he misses that guy.

Beeya stared pushyly at Iyan. So was Iyan who stared longingly at Beeya. Their eyes clashed with each other. Nektra they seem to be giving up longing.

"I miss you." Iyan hugged Beeya's body and did not feel a clear circle wet Beeya's cheeks.

"Never go inside that place again. I don't want you to be a prisoner."

Iyan just nodded. "I promise, I won't make you sad anymore."

Beeya's hand returned Iyan's embrace very tightly. It shows how much they love each other and cannot be separated by anything.

"Iyan, eat first. Mama ordered enough food."

Iyan untied his embrace and smiled towards Beby. "Thank you, Mah, but Iyan isn't hungry yet." His hand was still tightly grasping Beeya's hand.

There was no talk from the two humans. Iyan just stared at Beeya with her hand that gently rubbed Beeya's hair. While the woman just stared at Iyan's face intensely.

"What did you say?" Beeya opened her voice.

"Say what?" reworked. Beeya nodded. Iyan was thinking out loud, what he had said. He completely forgot.

Long ago Iyan thought, he finally remembered something. "Oh, chagiya." Beeya nodded.

"Don't you know what that means?" Iyan's hand still gently rubbed Beeya's hair.

"Dear."

"So?" ask Iyan.

Beeya just shook her head. His hand was already grasping the hand of Iyan who was on top of his head.

"I'm still traumatized." Beeya seemed to be saying what she felt really.

"I won't force. I'll wait until you're ready to be my girlfriend."

A word that doesn't beat. Everything Iyan said so loudly.

"I will also continue to be beside you. Accompany you until you are completely healed."

During his hospital stay, Iyan continued to accompany Beeya. He chose to stay there and told both of Beeya's parents to go home. Like tonight, Beeya's condition has begun to improve and tomorrow it is allowed to go home. The infusion needle has been removed.

"What do you want to eat?" Iyan approached Beeya who was sitting beside the sickly bed. However, Beeya simply shook her head.

"Why the hell?" ask Iyan.

"Are the people who worked with Raffa getting caught too?" There was still fear within Beeya.

"Why should you think about that? Focus on your recovery," said Iyan. He really does not like to hear the name Raffa called by Beeya.

"I just want to know" Beeya said.

Iyan moved from there without a word. Beeya flinched when Iyan looked cold.

"Yan," call Beeya. However, Iyan continued to step up. Beeya felt really guilty and she wanted to go after Iyan. Unfortunately, when he was about to come down from the edge of the bed he slipped and fell down to make a sound.

Iyan who was about to open the door immediately looked back. He immediately ran over to Beeya. He touched Beeya's feet and it was the scream Iyan received.

Iyan immediately brought Beeya onto the sickly bed. Trying to massage Beeya's legs, but Beeya groaned in pain.

"Hold, yeah." Iyan's hands are like a masseuse. Initially the pain over time the pain slightly subsided.

Only silence is created. Iyan continued to massage Beeya's legs without a word. Beeya was just silent and looked at Iyan's very serious face.

"Udah." Iyan got up from his seat and would wash his hands. He doesn't talk anymore. His face looks flat too.

Beeya continued to look at the bathroom door that was still closed. Iyan was really sulking because he heard Beeya ask about Raffa.

The bathroom door was open. Iyan did not look at Beeya at all. He seemed indifferent and sat on the sofa with the gadget in his hand. This is what if Iyan gets angry. He would not care about the people around him.

"Yan," call Beeya.

There was no response from Iyan. Beeya who wanted to get out of bed did not dare. Fear of her sprained legs even worse.

"You mad?" Iyan was still silent and still faithful looking at the screen of his phone with a hand that kept moving agile.

Beeya exhaled a rough breath. Iyan is creepy. Beeya chose to lay down her body by constantly staring at Iyan. Even though the young man did not return his gaze. Beeya's eyes were closed with her body facing towards Iyan.

Hearing a subtle snore, Iyan tried to stare towards Beeya. A rough breath came out of his mouth. He got up from his seat and approached the woman lying on the bed of the hospital. He pulled out a blanket to cover Beeya's body. He looked at Beeya's face, and Iyan kissed Beeya's forehead very gently.

"I don't like to hear you say the name of that jerk, '" he murmured.

The next day, Beeya did not expect that everything was neat. They were just waiting to be picked up by Beeya's parents.

"Yan, I-I"

Iyan gave a box of food to Beeya. No words at all. Beeya was stunned. He had just seen Iyan this angry.

"I'm not hungry."

Iyan remained silent, not answering anything Beeya said. Feeling very upset with Iyan's behavior, Beeya also approached Iyan. He folded both his hands over his chest. However, still Iyan was still unmoved.

Without Iyan guessing Beeya was instead sitting on her lap. Looking at Iyan's face. His hands embrace the spoiled neck of Iyan. Nektra their eyes meet. However, Beeya instead focused on Iyan's red lips that looked sexy in her eyes. As if there was a demonic impulse, Beeya fused her lips together with Iyan's. The owner's eyes widened, but the tenderness Beeya gave was able to make Iyan reply. Their lips kept clashing. Like the middle of releasing a passionate longing. Iyan's hand had already gently rubbed Beeya's back.

As the air grew thinner, their faces began to drift apart. The views still clash with each other. Iyan brought his face closer to Beeya. Beeya closed her eyes. However, he had mistaken. Iyan whispered in Beeya's ear.

"I love you."

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