Turns out He's Just Mine

Caught

After being treated for seven days in the hospital, tonight Imran is allowed to go home with a note he should be able to keep himself at home.

He went home to his own home that he used to live in with Mila and his fake wife. The relationship between the two is getting better and closer even Imran always gives a brief kiss to Mila without getting a rejection from Mila.

Mila helps Imran walk up the stairs one by one to his room.

Chequek...

Mila opened the door of her room, she spread her gaze across the room, It was still the same as the last time she left it.

" Why, baby? Don't you want to go back to this house? Then let's buy a new house again, where there will only be memories for the two of us." Imran said as if he understood what Mila was thinking.

" Don't need Mas, I don't pa kok, Let me help you sit on the bed." Mila.

Mila helps Imran sit leaning on the bed. His legs and hands have improved but still hurt if moved. So to do anything has to be helped by Mila.

" Well, I'll take a shower, if there's anything you call me, you go to bed first." Said Mila looking at the wall clock that showed eight o'clock at night.

" Yes dear.. Thanks." Thanks." Imran Sahut.

Mila went into the bathroom to clean herself with warm water.

Imran's phone rang an incoming call sign. He stared at the caller Id who was none other than Doctor Alan.

" Hello Lan." Greet Imran after raising his call.

" How are you? We haven't seen each other in two days." Said Alan.

Yes two days Alan has a trip to work out of town so can not monitor the condition of Imran.

" It almost got caught, bro." Imran.

" How well?" Ask Alan.

" There's a substitute Doctor Lo who wants to check on me, Good thing that Sister Lo immediately coded her to say the same rich thing' that Lo said." Imran Sahut.

" Ha ha ha, Emang Lo is not afraid of being caught by Lo's wife if you are actually okay?" Ask Alan.

" Yes afraid, but if this can bring my relationship closer to my wife, I don't want to do it, do I?" Imran.

" Yes also the important thing is not to be found out, If it is found out Lo has lied he is ready to be ready to get the karma." Said Alan.

" Fuck Lo... Lo swear me? As long as Lo knows whatever I'll do to get her love and attention including confessing that this leg and hand still hurts, I have no other way she's too cute Bro." Imran.

Degs...

Mila's heart skipped a beat hearing Imran's words with someone in her phone call. Even Mila saw Imran clutching his phone with his right hand. Any more.... Imran tries to trick him for his own benefit. Mila sighed trying to master the emotions in her heart.

" Yes thanks a lot for the help of Lo because Lo has brought me closer to my wife, I will transfer bonuses to Lo, Bye." Imran hung up his phone call.

Feeling the shadow of someone, Imran stared at the bathroom door.

Degs...

Their gazes met, Imran's heart beat twice as fast as the war-willing drum when it saw Mila standing in front of the bathroom door. He looked at Mila who was looking at him with glassy eyes. Did Mila hear all of her words? Will Mila be angry and really will leave her according to Mila's threat all this time?

" dear... Since when are you standing there?" Imran asked nervously.

" Since you received your phone call." Reply Mila calmly.

" What?" Peek Imran.

" Do you hear my words...

" All." Mila cut Imran's speech.

" I heard everything about how you stole my attention, how you fooled me, and how you showed my own stupidity Imran." Press Mila.

" Dear I don't mean it like that." Imran.

" Yes yes.. No one meant to lie to me, no one meant to fool me much less hurt me, because this was all the result of my own stupidity." Mila.

Mila went into the dressing room to replace her bathrobe with pajamas. There was no emotion nor sadness let alone tears falling on her cheeks. He felt that all this pain was common. No need to mourn, right? Since from today she is determined to be a strong woman.

Tok

" Dear." Call Imran knock on the door.

Chequek...

Mila came out of the locker room complete with her sleeping pajamas. He glanced at Imran who was able to stand upright on his own feet.

Mila ignored him, walking towards his bed followed by Imran behind him. Mila went up to the bed to lay her body on Imran's back.

" Dear I'm sorry, would you like to hear my excuses?" Ask Imran.

" I don't care any more about your excuses Mas, shouldn't I familiarize my heart with this pain? I'm tired Mas, I'm going to sleep and don't bother me." Mila Sahut.

Mila closed her eyes, While Imran looked agitated. He would rather have Mila scold him, yell at him, or maybe hit him than have Mila silence him like this. Imran is afraid that if Mila harbors her emotions it will create a mind disease for Mila herself.

" Dear forgive me one more time, I don't mean to lie to you but when I see your attention to me with my condition like this, I don't know why suddenly came a stupid idea in my mind to lie to you, I'm comfortable with the care and affection you give me, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry." Imran hugged Mila from behind.

Mila closed her eyes not feeling tears dripping down her cheeks. His chest felt tight to hear Imran's words. Just because I wanted his attention Imran could fool him. Is Mila really a wife who is not sensitive to the condition of her husband? It didn't feel like both of them were asleep.

In the morning Mila opened her eyes, she looked at the handsome face in front of her who was hugging her. How did his position turn into face-to-face? Didn't Mila turn her back on Imran last night? It was only Imran who knew the answer.

Mila raised Imran's hand slowly so as not to disturb Imran's sleep. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash his face. Then he went down to the kitchen to make breakfast.

In the kitchen Mila began to mix spices and ingredients that will be cooked. When he was busy in front of the stove arrived...

Grep....

" A." Aw." Peki Mila as Imran hugs her from behind.

" What the hell is it about." Cebik Mila after knowing who dared to embrace her.

" I'm sorry dear." Imran.

" I'm sorry, yes." Connect Imran. He slipped his face into the nape of Mila.

" Stop Mas ajar gosong huh." Mila.

Clik...

Imran turned off the stove.

" Let it be like this baby, I'm sorry I lied to you, I promise you that if you give me the same attention, I won't repeat my actions." Imran.

" One time a liar, he'll be a liar forever." Mila.

" Dear no, I lied by force, I thirst for the love of my own wife, that's why I do such stupid things." Imran Sahut.

" I don't care, Mom, now let me go! I'm hungry." Mila.

" I won't let go until you forgive me." Imran.

" I've forgiven you many times and you've lied to me, Mom, then what's the point of saying sorry again?" Ask Mila.

" I'm sorry... I promise this is the last time you forgive me for my mistakes." Imran.

" That means next time I don't have to forgive your mistakes, right?" Ask Mila.

" It's not unnecessary but I won't make the same mistake again." Imran Sahut.

" Surely you'll lie to me for another reason again, so you mean?" Tanya Mila got Imran cornered.

" That's not what I meant, baby.... Ih gemesin deh." Angrily Imran pinched softly on Mila's cheek.

" I've moved aside and I want to cook hungry first." Mila.

" That means sorry, right?" Ask Imran.

" This is the last time, if you make a mistake again then I will never forgive you again, Take it." Threat Mila.

" Well, thank you, U Are the Best." Imran said turning Mila's body around.

Cup... Cup.. Cup

Imran kissed both Mila's cheeks and Mila's forehead. Mila continued her cooking until her cooking was cooked. The two had breakfast together without any problems between them.

TBC....

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