
While in the car it was clear that Myesha had suffered multiple injuries, the girl complained that her back hurt by the asphalt and was also dropped into the bushes. Not to mention his legs are crushed by the motor.
"We're going to the RS, right?" Faiq looked to the side while slowly driving his vehicle.
Myesha shook her head, "what's the point of having a doctor's husband. I'm not papa. But Mas, I'm magrib prayer ballerina."
Myesha opened her phone, dead. Then grab Faiq's phone and look at the clock. It's 7 p.m.
"Let's stop by the front mosque, and wash your feet. Your clothes off just keep wearing my jacket, torn and dirty can not make prayers."
Myesha nodded, she was calmer now. It really made him feel almost dead. Or she would rather die than be raped.
If you remember it, you want to cry again. Lucky there was Faiq.
"Thank you, you picked me up" said Myesha with tears that melted again.
"Tomorrow don't ngeyel when you say."
Myesha nodded, she promised herself to obey completely with Faiq. Now he is not alone, there is no need to bear all the burdens on his own. There's Faiq. His superhero.
After the Magrib prayer they continued their journey to the Metro. Buying grilled chicken on the way to eat. Do not forget to buy Tina too so that she diligently takes care of Yuno.
Arriving at the house Tina looks worried about the state of Myesha.
Tina hugged Myesha tightly, "Sister isn't papa, is she? That villain hasn't anu anu brother, has he?"
"My back hurts, let go first. I'm not papa."
"Thank God, papa" said Tina as she let go of her embrace.
Meanwhile Faiq brought out grilled chicken for Tina, "this is for you, thanks for taking care of Yuno."
Tina happily accepted, "thank you, oh, Yuno just went to bed. I'll go home first yeah, I'll do the job."
Tina passed by with an excited heart while Myesha went inside the room, she missed Yuno. And only half a day did not see that tiny and cute face.
From outside the box baby Myesha saw, the baby was sleeping soundly with her pacifier. Slowly Myesha's hand reached for the puffed cheek, rubbing lightly. What would happen if he died and couldn't see Yuno? The fear of loss is now pervasive. Makes the girl appreciate every moment of her life and the people she values.
"Ride, Sha. Your hair's got a lot of soil. I'll treat your wound later" said Faiq, who had just entered the room.
Myesha nodded and turned towards the bathroom. His feet hurt, his body hurt, his eyes were swollen. He put the money from the begal into the drawer.
Meanwhile Faiq walked into the kitchen, washing his hands to the faucet after putting the grilled chicken on the table. Hungry yet. His hands were scuffed when he hit the back very hard. He headed to the study, picked up a P3K box and took it down to the room.
Just a small wound, Faiq treated his own hands while waiting for Myesha to take a bath. Shortly after, Myesha came out of the bathroom after drying her hair. Just wear a towel with perfectly draped hair. Straight and thick as your back.
The girl grabbed her glasses which she placed on top of the drawer. Then walk towards Faiq who is sitting on the bed.
"Mas, my back hurts. It's like a bruise." Myesha flicked her hair to the side as she continued to approach.
"Sha, why are you only wearing a towel?" asked Faiq surprised. The towel is his weakness!
"Say I want diobatin, because almost my whole body hurts." Myesha sat opposite Faiq.
Now, Faiq's lust is struggling. He had to hold back while applying the ointment on Myesha's bruised back. There was a hint of regret in the man's heart, he should have broken the neck of the two scuffles that dared to make his wife scuffed.
"Udah, Sha. Not much, ntar is also healed." Faiq closed the ointment.
"My legs and knees are hurt, Mas. It hurts."
Faiq placed the P3K box on the floor, then he sat down under Myesha. Check the girl's knees and legs.
There's a wound in the leg. Faiq took the girl's foot to put on her thigh. Clean the wound with alcohol then red medicine and cover it with a bandage.
"Oh yeah, how did Dhamar respond to your feelings?" tanya Faiq still put a bandage on Myesha's leg.
"He just thinks I'm adek."
Faiq is Iyes in his heart, he hides a smile.
"Sure you're disappointed, don't kill yourself like that again. Long time will move on if you want effort."
"I'm not disappointed, I guessed the answer would be like that, only I want something else" Myesha replied with a smile.
Faiq moved to Myesha's knee, trying not to look at her wife's smooth thigh and focusing on the wound. He took alcohol and cleaned the wound.
"What do you want to be sure of?" ask Faiq. Now he's taking the red medicine.
"It feels like I've moved to Mas Faiq or still in Kak Dhamar" answered Myesha.
This time Faiq stopped, then looked up at his wife's eyeballs.
"So, have you moved or not?"
Myesha nodded with a smile, "already, now the person I like is Mas Faiq."
That answer he finally heard, after almost three months with his waiting to pay off.
"Sha, anu anu yuk?" bring Faiq expectantly.
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