KAFKAS
WHO CARES.

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"ISH, WHY DON'T YOU OPEN YOUR SHIRT IN FRONT OF ME. NO SHAME WHAT." cried Alta tore as Kafka was about to undress.

Kafka stared at Alta. "Shtttt, don't yell. Later in his mind I want to do anything lo again, you said you want to do me!"

Alta smiled, "Sorry kaf, you also don't need to. Kan who hurt your face, why even you undress?"

Kafka re-opened the white shirt he was wearing and displayed his clean white back, so Alta could see the incision wound that had almost dried up.

"Sorry, why should I take medicine?" Alta was horrified to see the incision wound.

Kafka smiled faintly. "You were the one who wanted. He said he did not accept rejection, yes already all the wounds on my body including this one."

"But I don't know kaf, if there's an incision wound on your back!"

"You must bring your bag, open the box and quickly take it." said the undeniable kafka who immediately replied to a small nod by Alta.

Alta immediately took a little cotton, then poured the yellow antiseptic liquid on it. Alta was silent for a moment to neutralize her heartbeats that had been so long before she finally put the cotton right in Kafka's wound with focus and caution. No different with Kafka who has also been holding his breath because of his heartbeat that continues to beat fast.

"His injuries are not new wounds you get today. Is there no blood flowing and it's a little dry?"

"Gee!"

"If I may know, since when was his wound?" alta asked slowly, timidly Kafka wrath.

"From three days ago."

"Because of tauran?"

"Emm."

"Oh my goodness, you can't stop making no noise. Doesn't it hurt to get a gini-rich wound?"

"User is ordinary."

"Lo said what earlier, kaf? It's common, you say you're used to getting rich gini wounds?" Alta stopped for a moment.

"Emm" it felt, Alta was very anxious to hear Kafka's relaxed answer while continuing to treat the incision wound by smearing the wound dryer ointment. After finishing with the wound on Kafka's back, Alta changed her sitting position to be in front of Kafka.

Alta approached, then lowered her head while attaching the cotton she had spiked with the same antiseptic liquid to Kafka's slightly bruised and torn lips. Kafka silently watched Alta's beautiful face.

"Beautiful." that's, a word that came out of Kafka's mouth.

"Why kaf?"

"Sick" Kafka quibbled over his stupidity just now.

"Oh sick, I thought it was pretty." Alta smiled, then went back to treating Kafka's wounds.

"Sorry."

"Emm?"

"Why the hell do you often fight, tauran, indeed there is no positive thing that you can do other than make trouble, huh?"

"It's a hobby."

"Hobby? Kaya lo take very lightly prihal like this deh, Kaf. Earlier you said it was common to get rich injuries gini, now tauran lo say hobby. Kaya lo aching deh kaf." Alta's face turned upset because according to him, Kafka too ignore prihal like this.

"Why?"

"Abs!!" Kafka grimaced as Alta pressed her wound using cotton.

"Why is kaf sick?? He said it's common to get wounds like this?" sindir Alta's.

"Don't press it." muttered Kafka, grimacing.

"In the end, why is it so usual and as good as injuries like this kaf, you don't love what your own body is? You do not think what risks can occur if the wound is not treated properly. You also do not think far about what risks you can later. Maybe now you only get small wounds and bruises, but later if you get to slash, kebacok, or in a stab."

"Lo curse me." Kafka muttered back to flick Alta's forehead.

"Not kaf, I just want to remind you. Will you not be sad, see you lying weak or lying stiff?"

"No need to ingetin me Al, is there anyone who still cares and loves me the same?"

"Yes, there must be a kaf."

"Who, hum?"

" I kaf, I care and love you."

Ha.ha.ha. "****lo."

Alta looked at Kafka's face meaningfully, then said. "Slow down a little, stay on your forehead that I haven't been medicated, must be sick right?" alta said slowly. But I don't know why Kafka felt so sad and felt guilty by his words just now. He did not understand why he felt strange when Alta was still concerned about his condition, even at the small wounds that were meaningless to Kafka.

Perhaps, Kafka felt that in recent years no one had noticed Kafka, let alone the attention of Alta just now, even his feelings were not so palpitating when compared to when he was near Luna.

"Gue tempelin plaster can you?"

Kafka nodded in agreement, then Alta stood up to pick up the plaster inside her bag. After that Alta again approached to attach the plaster over a small wound on Kafka's forehead.

Alta looked at Kafka because they were so close. The gazes of the two locked onto each other as if the two of them were bewitched unable to turn, making the hearts of the two more pounding uncharacteristically fast. Especially when Kafka's hand reached Alta's.

"Sorry in advance, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. And I also thank you for being so considerate. (Sorry before, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings and I also thank you for being so considerate.)

"I understand" replied Alta smiling.

The reflex made the kafka slip a few strands of Alta's long hair behind her ears while smiling sincerely at Alta.

"Lo has to smile often, kaf."

"Why?"

"Let kaga kaku rich kanebo dry."

Kafka again touched Alta's forehead.

Awww!!

"Lo crazy ya kaf, from earlier nyentilin my forehead continues." said Alta pouting.

"What do you mean, huh?"

Ha.ha.ha..,"Sorry, you look really handsome when you smile. That's why I say you have to smile often."

Kafka stared silently at Alta, while secretly from outside Kafka's room there was someone who smiled at their interaction earlier.