Married Old Virgin Boss
67. Chat on the Bed

The intention to tell Dea the truth was forced to be put off by Ben as he prepared to go home but the dizziness and unbearable headaches struck back. The man painstakingly restrained himself from standing up straight, in order to prevent the panic of many people about his condition. Hoping that he could book a taxi before losing consciousness.

However, Ben's plan cannot be fulfilled. The man was defeated by an unbearable sting of pain in the head. Accompanied by droplets of thick red liquid from his nose increasingly make some people who pass directly approached Ben.

At that moment, Ben collapsed and was unconscious after feeling the impact of a hard cold floor.

...*...

When he first opened his eyes, the first thing Ben found was a foreign room dominated by white with some soothing blue mixture. When the man closed slowly while changing the position of the head, he opened his eyes again to scan around. That's when Ben found a tall man standing next to him, looking very cold with a very obvious haughty mixture.

“Now, love waitin I wake up, Dion?” ben asked insinuatingly, with an amused snort being released along with a pull at the corner of his lips forming a grin weakening—just offsetting Dion's arrogance.

“Ngak.” Dion answered coldly, then scanned Ben's body carefully. He smiled faintly, impressed with contempt. “I again wait for you to die.”

“Unfortunately, not.” Ben replied casually, then took a long breath that exhaled slowly through his smiling lips.

“Why not?”

“I'm not tired of living in the world,” replied Ben. He raised his chin slightly, in order to reinforce his attitude. “Omong by the way, why are you here? Why not Dea?”

“You want to burden him with hospital fees? At once tell your deadly disease that there is absolutely no hope for a cure, just so that Dea wants to waste money and time during your ngerawat?” reply Dion with a cynical tone. “I'm not Dea's older brother, but I raised him to be more than just a younger sibling. I make sure he's okay and always ahead of him when Dea faces life's problems or pressures. And you, the husband who hasn't even married for a year, even want to give Dea a big burden?”

Ben was silent, having absolutely no intention of replying to Dion. However, his expression remained calm and relaxed. As if unaffected by the words of the man beside her.

“How likely are you to make a full recovery? No hope, ‘kan? So, why do you still have to speak honestly with Dea, if the ends, the result of your honesty just make her burden?” Dion lowered his facial position to amplify the aura of intimidation within him. Dion's teeth pressed against each other, while his gaze began to sharpen. “Married in foreign conditions, then you also have to leave like a stranger who just came to visit. Well served, you should be grateful. Don't be a brash guest who burdens others.”

Ben was stunned for a moment, but still did not turn his gaze that led directly to Dion's eyes. The corner of his lips lifted, before replying to the man.

“You're too afraid I'm burdening Dea.” Ben started the reply. “You may not be picked up Mr. Kahar because it was thrown away your family who consider you a burden, yes?”

Instantly, Ben's calm and gentle speech managed to ignite the flames of anger within Dion. The man immediately clenched his hands firmly on his sides. His jaw was getting stronger, and as Ben widened his smile—Dion lost control of himself.

The man pulled Ben's collar to force him to half-sit. Ben still felt dizzy, but did not give a request or plea to be released from Dion's anger, because this was what he wanted now.

“I make sure,” says Dion with strong bluffing teeth, “Dea will throw you away as soon as possible. Immediately. I swear. You won't be able to do anything when that day comes.”

Dion takes off his check forcefully, leaving Ben lying rough on his bed. However, not giving an expression of pain at all, Ben instead rubbed the tangles on his shirt. Increasingly amplified the challenging aura within him.

Dion immediately stepped out of Ben's presence after that. He leaves the room, leaving Ben alone.

Then slowly, his hands clenched firmly beside the body. It implied a strong emotion within him.

...*...

Ben lets himself go to bed late just to check out some of his books and books. Several times, he had to scratch the temple when something was felt to be lacking. However, when he does not find a solution, Ben will hiss humbly in his heart, then cool down strongly in order to calm the uncomfortable turmoil in him.

Ben's actions, secretly attracted the attention of Dea who could not sleep at all due to her husband's foreign activities. Ben was almost never that busy. Especially dealing with sheets of paper and books.

Something was wrong, but Dea did not understand which part. He continued to watch quietly for a few minutes, until Dea was forced to shut down when Ben suddenly glanced at him.

Dea was so nervous, that she was too strong. Hope this doesn't trigger Ben's suspicions, but it's wrong.

The bed suddenly moved, making Dea's fear even stronger. The woman persisted in her position now, until her face was gently rubbed by a finger belonging to Ben— in an attempt to get rid of the child's hair that covered Dea's face.

“You've been sapping lately,” said Ben told. “Your condition is also getting weaker, your face is pale, and your emotions are less stable. You have to take a lot of rest, so ... sleep now, yes?”

However, instead of heeding the advice of her husband, Dea opened her eyes. Clarify his lies that pretend to be asleep.

“You have no intention to anger me who has been carelessly jamming your temen deket?” asked Dea in a soft voice.

Ben had stopped his swab activities in order to digest Dea's speech. He smiled faintly, then moved aside the wife's hair very gently.

“Not angry, just ...” Ben stared amusedly at Dea's current frightened gaze. “Why? Why do you think I cheated, De? Why could the graceful and mature Radea Dasha turn into a ferocious wife ready to do anything for her husband? Why can ...”

Dea avoids Ben's views for a while, in an attempt to convince herself. At that moment, his hand began to move up, and stopped after arriving in front of Ben's chest. He gripped the man's shirt gently.

“Maybe ...” Dea answered hesitantly while glancing at her husband. “Because for the first time, I fancied his name .. blind jealousy. I hate to see .. belongs to me approached by another woman. I ... fear ...”

“Fear?” Ben didn't understand his wife's last two words. While here, the Dea is fierce. Even the woman was worried for no reason.

Dea's grip strengthened, even subconsciously managing to claw Ben's skin behind the shirt, but the man did not care at all.

“I'm afraid ... to lose you, Ben.”

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