Trapped in Love Lecturer Idiot

Treating Scratches Wounds

Ara took compresses, red medicine and gauze to treat Ilham's wounds that had changed color to bruised red. There were some wounds that also spilled blood.

Ara squeezed out the small towel, then pressed it against the wound on Ilham's face.

"Aww ..," said Ilham, who felt the wound very sore, but Ara was very soft to put the towel to the corner of her lips.

"Oh .. sorry," murmured Ara who could not bear to see this kind of ill Inspiration.

Ilham stroked Ara's hand which he used to compress Ilham's face, making Ara feel sad to see it.

"Are you okay? Shall we go to the police?" asked Ara, making Ilham smile.

"For what? Toh .. I both hit him. Unless he's the one who hit me. Do you want me to get punished, too?" tanya Ilham, making Ara sad to hear it.

"What happened to you, your wounds?" asked Ara, making Ilham smile at her again.

"It's okay. Just a small wound, it should be able to heal quickly. Naturally .... his name is also male," replied Ilham, making Ara could not bear to hear it.

Ara continued her activities to clean up the wounds of Inspiration. Lastly, do not forget he put on red medicine, and also stick gauze.

Inspiration mengelik, "No need to wear gauze," reject Ilham, making Ara not so stick gauze on his face.

Ara continued to stick the plaster on Ilham's forehead, around his elbows, elbows, and also on certain areas around his hands. Finally, Ara had finished treating Ilham.

Because it was too late, Ilham rushed to go to his desk, to simply incise his feelings on this day.

Ara has been asleep since then, because she feels unwell and also undeniable, meeting the past that she still loves turns out to be mentally and emotionally draining.

Ilham did not blame Ara, because he knew that Ara still loved Morgan, but still chose her. Same with Ara's attitude towards Reza.

Inspiration so remembered with the gift of Reza yesterday. He had not given it to Ara at all. For some reason, Ilham did not want Ara to know what Reza had given her.

..."Your heart is shaky, isn't it? Why didn't you pick them and still pick me? Though .... I should have nothing to do with you anymore, because the baby you bear has fallen. You shouldn't need me anymore to save your social status. However, if told to stay away from you, I can't even be frank. Our relationship has come so deep. I don't want to let you go. For some reason, that selfishness suddenly appeared in my heart. In fact, I realize that I will not be able to accompany you forever."...

Inspiration incised so on the blank sheet of his diary book. Various considerations he always thought, for the happiness of Ara in the future.

Ilham turned towards Ara who had fallen asleep, "I love you, Ra," muttered Ilham, looking softly at Ara.

Inspiration put his notebook back in its original place. He took the necklace in his pants pocket, and watched the necklace carefully.

"I will always hold it. I will not let go before the time comes" muttered Ilham softly, while watching the necklace belonging to Ara.

He kept the necklace and took out several boxes of medicine. He downed 8 types of drugs at once, and immediately downed the mineral water that is always available on his desk.

After taking the medicine, he immediately went to his bed beside Ara. He closed the light switch, then closed his eyes.

Outside the Ilham residence, Morgan saw the main room lights had been extinguished. He looked softly at the simple house type 56, and again leaned his head on the steering chair.

"They were right to be married. So what should I do?" muttered Morgan wryly, contemplating his own fate.

He could not advance, but he could not simply retreat. Self-healing that he did in America for 4 months yesterday, was very futile he did when he saw the sight of Ara who was making out with Inspiration in his car.

Morgan rubbed his face rough, feeling very idiotic in this matter. He did not understand with his heart, why could he let go of Ara so easily? In fact, maybe Ilham had been after Ara when he broke up with Morgan.

"But big!!" shouted Morgan.

"Brakk!!"

He kicked off the steering wheel, feeling annoyed with himself. No matter what his heart wanted, Morgan did not understand his feelings at all. His heart was upset to see the events of Ara and Ilham at that time, but his heart was also upset when he saw Ara and Ilham were married at this time.

...***...

Ara opened her eyes, slowly trying to focus her still blurred vision. She turned to the side of her bed, but she could not find her husband.

"Surk ...."

Ara heard a voice from the bathroom, indicating that someone was inside. Who else if not Inspiration.

Ara turned her head towards the wall clock, and looked at the clock that was still showing at 5am.

"He's really diligent? Is it still dark to take a shower?" muttered Ara, who felt defeated by her husband.

Even herself, who was a woman, turned out to be less agile with her husband.

"Acica ...."

Inspiration came out of the bathroom, just by wearing a towel that he wrapped around his waist. Seeing that scene, Ara became very excited by it.

Looking at Ara who had been awakened, Ilham smiled, "It turned out to be awake," said Ilham, making Ara smile at him.

For some reason, Ara felt something that had begun to be normal between herself and Inspiration. At first, they felt very ashamed of each other. However, this time it is more able to accept reality well, although there is still a vibration in the hearts of both.

Ilham stepped onto his desk, trying to open the plaster he had prepared beforehand. Knowing the intention of Inspiration, Ara immediately stepped up and helped Ilham to pair the plaster in every wound that existed.

Ilham smiled looking at Ara's sweet demeanor, "Thank you, dear," Ilham muttered softly, making Ara look at her with a smile.

"Yes" answered Ara briefly.

Inspiration still occurred to the events yesterday with Morgan. It is undeniable, Ilham is now really afraid of losing Ara.

Ilham looked doubtfully at Ara, "If you can, today don't go to college first," muttered Ilham, making Ara instantly speechless to hear him.