The Marriage Of The Game
89 - SORRY!

..."There is no life without obstacles and no journey without difficulties. Only, sometimes we forget that life is a process that requires a lot of patience."...

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Almost an hour later the nurse was driving Erick's car which did not also come. Erick glanced at the saturated, his face looking riled up. I can't wait to see the way she drives the car.

"CK!" Erick clucked bored while massaging the temple.

Either it took him some more time he would arrive at his apartment while the car driven by the nun just moved slowly. Erick who saw it actually felt anxious because it was walking too slowly.

"Better, I'll drive!" pinta Erick turned to look at him.

"It's okay, you just take a break, we'll be there soon." The sister smiled clumsily as she continued to focus on staring at the road.

Erick breathed heavily upon hearing the nurse's words, who still insisted on taking Erick's car, despite knowing that he had not been able to drive it yet, was too confident.

Finally they arrived at the entrance of the apartment. Erick asks to drive her to the main entrance, but the nurse offers to park Erick's car in the basement.

Erick immediately refused, however, again the sister's speech was difficult to refute because he just went to the basement without waiting for the approval of the car owner.

"Bas on women" he said annoyed.

The car was parked after painstakingly arranging the correct position. Erick immediately came out followed by the steps of the sister who followed behind him.

"Why are you still following me?" asked Erick after turning around.

"I just want to make sure you get to the room safely" he replied.

"No need! you can come home soon," Erick's out soon.

The nurse paused for a moment before saying, "alright." Answer it briefly.

Erick was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief after seeing the nurse step away and not constantly following her. He again set foot into the room without feeling the burden.

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Mother Azra came to the house of a couple who were injured from a sharp knife due to the actions of Emir's errand woman. Both couples received treatment from doctors who served in the neighborhood.

Residents were also on alert at his home, keeping similar incidents from happening again. Watch out for foreigners who come to their rural areas.

Even Azra's mother ordered to immediately drag the person out of the neighborhood, if the movements look suspicious.

"If the stranger has a sharp weapon immediately put in a cell of underground prisoners," said Mother Azra not kidding.

"Okay, I get it, Mom." The order of Bunda Azra was immediately obeyed by the citizens of the village.

This time he will not hesitate to fight the crimes committed by the Emir, because his patience has been dashed along with anger. He was very furious to know that there were citizens who were injured because of the actions of the Emir, the brain behind the crime.

After the departure of the citizens, Damar stepped into the room of Mother Azra. Apparently Damar heard all the conversations between Mother Azra and the residents.

"Can you explain to me, what you mean!" pinta Damar standing in front of his desk.

Mother Azra was surprised to see Damar suddenly come to her study and know the conversation. So inevitably he had to give it to Damar.

"As you heard earlier, I will not hesitate to teach a lesson to those who deliberately harm the residents here!" he folded both hands in front of his chest.

"You know the Emir?" ask Damar curiously.

"You alone, what is your relationship with him?" Mother Azra asked without answering Damar's question first.

"He's my in-laws." Damar answered briefly without length. He chose not to tell anything to the woman who was now sitting casually in front of him.

Mother Azra grinned. "Oh, so you're married to that woman!" he was not sure of Damar's words that seemed to hide something from him.

The two are more interested in silencing each other's mouths. There are things that they must investigate first before telling all, even though Mother Azra knows the identity of Damar.

"You haven't answered my question, yet" Damar replied impatiently hearing it.

"What is the purpose of him harming the people here?" ask Damar again more curious.

"To find out where you are" he replied quickly.

"That's why I hid you guys in my place" he continued as he looked at Damar who was thinking about something.

"So the old man knows that me and his son are alive!" damar said half muttered.

"Yes, he knows you're alive. But no need to worry, you will be safe in this place," he said convincingly when he saw the look on the face of Damar's anxiety.

Damar stared doubtfully, afraid that the woman in front of him was pretending to care for them. Speak convincing and put on a face that is difficult to read, making Damar suspicious of the mother of Azra.

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Damar returned to the room, for a moment he stopped his steps and stood in the doorway. Noticing Aleta who was standing by the window while thinking about something.

Damar knocked on the door before stepping in. Aleta looks back and then looks away when she finds out the person who knocked on the door is Damar.

Regret again gnawed at the inner niche, should Aleta not go this far with Damar. If that day never existed, Aleta might have lived freely.

Aleta glanced over from the tail end of her eyes after hearing a groan from Damar's mouth, apparently the man was releasing a bandage that was coiled on his back.

Burns that have not dried it still feels sore on the skin of his back even there are blood spots attached to the gauze. Damar grimaces when opening the end of the wound cover.

suddenly Aleta's hand helped Damar remove the cloth cover, after seeing Damar who had difficulty releasing it so that Aleta approached with the intention of helping him.

"I know, you still care about me!" he said confidently while looking to the side, where Aleta was standing.

"Don't be overconfident, I'm just helping out because of humanity." Aleta rejected Damar's words.

"You're mad at me?" ask Damar eager to know.

"Very," Aleta replied briefly and coldly.

"What makes you so angry at me?" Damar asks again in order to hear the scolding from the woman who managed to make him fall in love.

"Ohhh!" Instead of answering Damar's question, Aleta deliberately pressed Damar's wound so that it made Damar screech painfully.

"You did it on purpose!" damar turned his head cynically towards him.

"Take that as one of your punishments because you lied to me" Aleta said, putting on a look of dislike.

"I lied?" asked Damar not understanding.

"Basic men! it's a pleasure to pretend not to know, if it's been proven wrong." Clarify Aleta.

"Sorry," said Damar sincerely as he looked with a sad look.

The apology spoken from Damar's mouth managed to make Aleta silenced instantly. Just the first time he heard Damar say an apology to him, even a shady look was seen by Aleta. They look at each other and talk in daydreams.

'If only this marriage had not been based on hatred, perhaps the story would have been much happier.' Aleta mutters.

'The hatred I always instilled in myself turned into love, and I was happy to accept the law of karma.' Damar murmuring.

...T E R I M A K A S I H ️...