Husband For Keara
Misunderstand

The cold weather. The atmosphere of the VIP class in a few minutes suddenly frozen. Silent. Slender.

Two bodies blown, wrong behavior. Don't know what to do. Or say what to break the ice. Both awkward. The head, hands, and feet move out of control. In order to cover the aroma of awward that supports between them.

For nearly thirty minutes, Keara shed tears and emotions in Harris' arms. Letting the man hold her, rub her back, and strengthen her. The foreign man. The man she had never expected before could be this gentle to her. Keara felt comfort, until she involuntarily vented the tightness that had accumulated in her chest in Harris's embrace.

Harris was still shackled in his own thoughts. The logic could not guess the content of the sweet girl's heart before him. The girl's cry was so heartbreaking. Tear off his pride. Is it so hard for this girl to be friends with him? Is it inappropriate for a Harris Risjad to be approached?

Harris is angry. But I don't know who. Maybe on Rizky's will? Who had done it, because he thought it would be a way to get close to Keara. But in fact the will made this girl cry. And dashed his hope in the blink of an eye.

How sad Harris felt. However her seething head held back the emotions, yet at this moment, her desire to temper the sadness of this sweet girl was more of a priority.

In the end, he had to prepare his own heart. Accepting the fact that his best friend's last message must be forgotten. So heavy to make. It's not that Harris doesn't want to try. But because he didn't want to see Keara cry like a few minutes ago. Too painful.

It's time to get away. No need to delay any longer. Because if not now, he was afraid that his heart would waver and return to want to linger long with Keara. The longer the separation is delayed, the greater the wound.

"ee.. I'm ready to go home first." The first sentence escaped Harris' lips. Breaking silence.

"L-yes.. I wait in front." replied Keara stammered.

"What's the wait for? Go home K.." said Harris. "You have no obligation to take care of me. I'm better, and I've also forgiven you yesterday."

Harris got up from his seat. Without saying any more. Giving the explanation that awaited Keara, why he was told to go home after a blue haru session and a long, thrilling hug a few minutes ago. The man walked into the toilet in the room. Leaving Keara pensive. Not changing his sitting position.

Just now he felt this guy was so soft on him. Can calm his grief. Keara could feel the warmth that this man was trying to hide. But why did his attitude just turn cold?

Keara moved out of Harris's nursery after turning to the bathroom door for a while. Only the sound of water was heard.

Keara sat in the hospital's basement near the hospital's artificial garden. Looking for fresh air to release fatigue. From where he sat, he could still see the door of the VIP room where Harris was being treated.

Himself is overwhelmed with worry. Don't know if I should go home or wait. Even if he waited he doubted Harris would accept it. Remembering that guy told Keara to go home. But if he comes home, it means that Keara reneged on his promise with Bu Farida. Promise to accompany Harris until the iceberg returns home.

Long Keara weighed in silence, until he was surprised because a small child fell down stumbling over the legs of Keara who was slightly protruding forward.

"Oh." cried the girl. He's about four years old. With her shoulder-length hair tied in two and dressed in princess elsa's miniskirt, this mon-tok-statured little boy grimaced in pain.

"I'm sorry I'm so pretty.. Sick huh?" Keara helps the child to stand up. Then rub the child's knee. "You got your brother's leg? Brother, I'm sorry.."

"Yes brother.. No papa." replied the child. He sat beside Keara while swinging his legs. "Not sick, brother.."

"What's the name of the beautiful boy?"

"Yes."

"Well?"

"Company. Ala.." replied the child. "if you call him shapa?"

"To-a-ra." Keara purposely spelled her name. Because he believes this cute kid must be lispy, can't pronounce the letter R correctly.

"Oohs.. Kaka Kela's.."

Keara chuckles.. "Well.why be Kela?"

"What kind of sick sister?" ala asked without caring about Keara's protest because his name was changed unilaterally.

"Ehmm what's the pain?" Keara acted as if she was thinking, by tapping her chin with the tip of her index finger.

"Sir Doktel hasn't said yes Brother? The ama Ala.. Isan's doc hasn't told me what Ala's sick.."

"What's really sick?"

"Heads. Doctel said Isan I finely checked first bial tau cakit what.."

"Who is Ala here?"

"Papa's."

"Where is papa now? Later Ala sought in papa lo.."

"Other dad broke into Isan's doctel right there.."

Ala pointed to a door at the end of the passage. Keara concluded it was the room of doctor Isan mentioned Ala earlier.

"If mama?" Keara amused herself with her pussiness on this little boy. But honestly, Keara asked only gegara was happy to hear Ala's anxious voice. His speech was still a bit slurred but understandable. Funny.

"Mama I'm busy kelja.. Mama Ala is a lawyer.. Do good deeds and punish bad ones.."

"Kelja.. Papa Ala is the boss in the cantole. Papa Ala olang busy. Ala is booby."

'Haha.. Danger nih child gemes, dikek bit. Uh. open up all the family disgrace. Haha..' Inner Keara in the heart. It was also good to hear this little girl's chatter. Reduces its hardness because the iceberg is still frozen.

"Mean now papa Ala skipped work dong.."

"Yes, but it's okay. Papa will not be beaten. Papa kan eyang kung.. You're good, don't like it."

"Ohh. that's.." Keara nodded in a contrived style. It was as if he had just gotten important information about the internal secrets of the country.

"If Kak Kela what happens at the hospital?"

"Kak Kela nungguin temen.. Kasian temen kaka doesn't have papa's mom.. Not like Ala. So when it hurts, no one's sick." Keara becomes carried away by the style of Ala, calling herself by the name Kela.

Keara remembered Harris. He turned his back so he could look at Harris's nursery door. The door is still tightly closed. 'Eh, the old guy also made the makeup..'

"Death.. Molie Kayak. Check that I also don't have a papa mom."

"Duh. kasian very yes. when he was a child." This time Keara was sincere to sympathize. Imagine a child as small as this growing up without parental affection. Imagine when they miss their mom but can't express it. Must be very sad.

"Pearl.. So good boy huh.. Molie should not be shunned, but made a friend.. Dear, invited to play, Kasian Molie has no papa mama. Not like Ala.." Keara gave advice to this anxious little boy she had just met. And the boy nodded his head in full force. Her hair moves funny.

"Now Kela's brother wants to meet Kela first.. Who knows if Kela's sister needs help."

"OK on my brother.. Ala also want to go to papa first ah. Wanna come home."

"OKAY. Dadna Ala...." Keara and the little girl parted with a wave of hands that continued to accompany her. Until the tiny body of the little girl disappeared behind the door that he called the room Doctor Isan earlier.

Keara decides to re-enter Harris's nursery. Confidently he opened the door handle without knocking first.

"Mas, how long ba.." Keara's sentence stopped. The moment he found himself in that room was not Harris. It was a nurse tidying up the patient's bed.

Keara looked to the right and left. Ding. Make sure he doesn't open the door wrong. This is his room, but...

"Don't you look for a patient in this room?" ask the nurse.

"Yes sus.."

"Sir Harris Risjad?"

Keara.

"The patient has returned. Just got out.."

"Oh so. good. Thanks, Sus." Keara walked with lunglai. I left the hospital feeling uncertain.

Heart hurts. But I don't know what it's because. It's ridiculous that he's disappointed just to be left home by a Harris. But it really is. Keara sad. Disillusioned. And a little sense of loss, even before he could have. Complicated it..

'This Harris thing why? Have I talked or made a mistake? Kirain's embrace was a sign of a ceasefire.. It turns out to be stiff. Frozen as an iceberg. Play stay home.. When she didn't see me sitting there.? Pamit used to be a cake.. What was that cake... Really ngeselin. Just be careful if you meet me to do chili again let me know the taste!!' Monologue Keara in the heart.

He walked out of the hospital with his eyes. Her tears had gathered urgently to come out. Keara accelerated her pace. Crying on the matic turned out to be the best choice. Because his death will not leave him like the Risjad.

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He sits down on the back bench of his fancy car. With his head leaning limp on the back of his comfortable car. Next to his sturdy arm, he hitched a ride on his forehead. Trying to cover the turmoil that suffered for a while.

"We're going straight home, sir?"

"Yes" he answered.

Harris Risjad's. The man in the passing car split the density of the road in the afternoon. His body is still weak. But what was more concerning was his heart. Fragile.

'Sorry, Rizky.. Not that I meant to ignore your last message. I assume the closeness you mean, it's enough not to be cold to her, huh? You saw for yourself Ky. how sad Keara cried when she knew you expected us to be close and familiar.'

'Thank you Ky.. Even when you know you're leaving, you're trying to find me a friend. But now you believe me, not everyone wants to come close to me. Maybe this was his decision. I deserve it more alone. One kara.'

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