Forbidden Love On A Full Night
Uneasily

Ram opened the saddlebag and took out a flask of hot coffee, poured it into the cup and tossed it to me. After drinking a mouthful, I felt as if I had died and gone to heaven.

"I'd better check your ankles" Ram said.

"Don't tell me you're a doctor too."

"Wahid shaman" he said, smiling weakly.

I bit my lip while Ram checked my legs and ankles.

"I'm not an expert, but I don't think your leg is broken. Even so, there's swelling in that part."

I grimaced as Ram rubbed his fingers on the bump on my head.

The man cursed slowly. "You may have a concussion."

"It hurts a lot."

"I'm not surprised."

"Em."

While reaching into his saddle bag again, Ram took out a P3K box. He searched the contents and found a bottle of aspirin. He opened the bottle and took two tablets into my hand. Once again reaching into the saddle bag, Ram then took out a bottle of drinking water and thrust it at me.

"Trims."

After I swallowed an aspirin, Ram took a balm and applied it to my swollen legs. Again I froze, mute, and enjoyed his attention, then he took an elastic bandage from the P3K box and brushed my ankle.

"You hungry?" tanyakanya.

When I nodded, Ram took out two sandwiches from inside his saddle bag. "We have sandwiches filled with ham and cheese or grilled meat" he said as he lifted the bread.

"Fill the ham."

Ram thrusting one of the sandwiches, he stood in front of the fireplace hoping to warm his body. We dined in silence alternately holding out cups of coffee.

I looked around me. There's not much to see. In addition to the bed, there was a seat where Ram sat, a small square table, two chairs where we draped our clothes, a stove, a closet, as well as a dusty deer head on the fireplace.

After eating, I could barely open my eyes. I was so sleepy from a lack of sleep last night and I was exhausted from the incident with Lily.

"I think you should not sleep" Ram said, frowning.

Opening my eyes, I said, "I have to sleep. I'm so tired. Just for a second."

Without waiting for Ram to respond, I immediately lay down. And with his attention, Ram covered me with another blanket, and then he pulled the chair over to my bed and sat there.

"Maybe he's just tired" he muttered. "But it could be a bump on his head worse than I thought."

He worries about me more than he wants to admit. As he went to the window, he stared into the darkness. Perhaps he was considering whether it would be wise to try to return to the farm, but if he thought about it, he might immediately get rid of the idea. It is still raining right now. Riding trails would be dangerous at times like these, especially at the first river crossings, which were most likely in a state of flood.

"After all, maybe he's still like he used to be. A girl who was very afraid of being in the rain."

He still remembers that....

"Well, it's better to stay here, at least for a while until the flood there dries up. The cottage is warm and dry, and we have food supplies for two days, if needed. I don't want to freak him out along the way anyway."

I smile. I am happy for his care.

From the sound of the chair's leg squeaking, I knew he was back sitting near me. Stare at.

"God, she's even prettier than I remember."

Thank you....

"Purna's? Wake up?" The man shook my shoulder as he leaned forward, so close to me.

My eyelids are shaking open. "What's wrong?"

"You know your name?"

"What?"

"Your name, who?"

Ughhhh! I scowled at him, then raised one hand to my head. "Are you crazy?"

"Come on...."

"My name is Purna, I live in Bandung and you're acting silly."

"What's? Every hour?" I said while wondering* and almost wide-eyed. "You must be kidding me. And it's only been a few minutes anyway, right?" I haven't even really fallen asleep and even heard everything you said.

Ram doesn't budge. While leaning forward, he placed his hand on my forehead.

I knew the man just wanted to check if I had a fever, but consciousness was rushing all over my body, triggered by the man's closeness, and the touch of his hand.

"Why did you run away from him?"

Eh? The sudden question!

"From who? Oh, Mr Reporter?" I mendesa* hard. "He's too rich. Overorganizing. Too similar to my father." And he's not you.

"I don't know about you being too rich" he murmured. "But I know all about being too poor." Ram looked at me with a probing look. "So, did you really leave the altar?"

"Yes. I don't know why I let everything get that far. There's no justification for that, really...." While sitting down, I put a pillow behind my back. "I think it's easier to let that guy take over. But, well, everything was also because I obeyed my father. So it could all just happen."

Ram nodded in understanding. "Have you finished your college?"

"Yes" I said, then raised one eyebrow. "How did you know I was in college?"

Ram's gaze shifted from me. "You must have mentioned that."

"You're talking to Khinan about me?" many fun.

Ram shrugs his shoulders. "Sometimes."

"We also talked about you."

"really?"

"Yes." Yeah." I'm nodding. "Hinan must have spent a lot of time talking on the phone."

I said so, but my mind said something else. Khinan never told me that Ram was asking about me. And it seems like the opposite, Khinan did not tell Ram that I asked him about Ram. Why did Khinan never mention it? What would I do if I knew?

"Rame?"

"Emm?"

"We've had some good times, haven't we?"

"Yeah." Ram looked me in the eye, then shook his head.

I know, this is no time to go through the past, my mind is sad. Not here, not now, when we were alone and in a fragile state.

But Ram couldn't help himself. "You remember when Khinan sneaked out of his house and couldn't go home because he forgot to bring the keys?"

I grinned. "Yes. And you have a brilliant idea that you can climb a trellis outside his bedroom and jump in through the window."

"I made it, didn't I?"

"You almost broke your neck."

"Well, I managed to help her get into the room, didn't I? And his parents never knew."

"My hero.." My tone sounded light, though the look in my eyes was filled with emotion.

Oh my God, I was thinking back to the first time I called Ram that name. We were walking around and found a young bird under a tree, squeaking sadly in search of its mother. I called Ram my hero when he returned the tiny creature to his lair.

Once again the consciousness buzzed between us. And from the way the man looked at me, he was trying to refrain from crawling on me in bed, either for the reason that I was hurt, or for the reason that I was hurt, or because he still thinks that we can't be together, like my thoughts on this relationship.

Ram cleared his throat. "So, how are you feeling? Your head still hurts?"

"Little." I yawn behind my hand.

"Sleep back."

"I think so." I haven't slept at all and I need to sleep. "You should sleep too." I slipped back under the blanket.

Ram nodded. "Don't worry about me."

Not likely. That's the impossible....

We stared at each other for a long time. I want to say that I did nothing but worry about him, think about him, dream about him for the past eight years, but I'm not sure if it's wise, or if Ram would want to hear it.

I closed my eyes, wanting to avoid the man's gaze, though I could still feel him continuing to look at me, like a cat eyeing a rat hole. If I opened my eyes, maybe he would pounce on me -- in a sweet sense.

But I didn't do it. I'm too cowardly to love you who would never be my life partner....