
"Like not, inevitably, now you are my wife! It is true that we married because of a proof of promise as I have confirmed to you. However, I also have to take care of you at your brother's request, and for that we have to sleep in the same room as married couples in general to protect you from slander. It's just that you have to remember, even though from the outside we seem to sleep in one room, never think too far that we will sleep like a husband and wife in general. Let's just say this is the price you have to pay for your request to keep our marriage a secret" she said at length with a flat expression.
Dara clenched her hands furiously, it was true that she asked to hide their status first, but why the rewards of having to sleep in one room with this authoritarian human, her inner self.
"Who thinks about sleeping like a husband and wife in general? it never crossed my mind at all! And also, why is the ballet room suddenly sealed?"
"Because when he heard ballet music or saw his dance, the wounds inscribed by Almira again bled. I think our talks are enough, no more bargaining, I'll stick to my decision" he said stubbornly.
"What does Brother mean? what wounds did my brother incise? and also about the accident that suddenly happened to Mira, why until now no one has given me an explanation about how all the disaster happened!" frustrated screams.
"About that we'll talk about later, I don't want to talk about it. You better go home, look at yourself! Your clothes are not at all worthy of public display."
Dara lowered her gaze, she gasped and covered her gaping mouth using both of her hands. It turned out that he left for the hospital still wearing thin satin pajamas and also the usual fur slippers he wore inside the house.
How humiliating! The grunt in the heart.
The girl decided to continue the war between them at home only, and chose to return home.
"I'm going home. But you have to remember, our business is not finished!" fierce shouting. When turning around to leave the room Dara was less careful, his legs even tripped over the table to make him fall to the floor.
Bruk!
The hero also gasped in shock, reflexively got up from his seat and approached. But, instead of helping Dara to wake up, she cursed at the girl. "Basic sloppy!"
*****
Fatih waited in the cafeteria while enjoying her favorite guava juice, her eyes glanced at her watch, it had been almost twenty minutes that she was sitting there. He began to feel bored, then reached into his pants pocket to take his phone to look through social media so that his sense of boredom was lost. However, Fatih did not find the rectangular object he was looking for after reaching into all the pockets in his clothes, then he remembered leaving his phone on the table near the computer in the room Wira.
Fatih immediately got up from her seat and returned to the room of the Hero to pick up her phone. He ran along the hospital hall until he arrived in front of the big door of the room Wira. He tried to knock, but the door opened a little. But just as his hand was about to push the door, he was startled by the strange cries of the newlyweds.
"It hurts, sis, slow down!" shout Dara.
"That's why you're quiet and straighten your legs so they don't hurt too much!" bentak Hero.
"But this really hurts, don't press it too deeply! Arghh," cried Dara.
"Shut up, don't move!"
Instantly Fatih's face warmed up. He closed the door carefully so as not to be caught eavesdropping. What kind of conversation was that? What exactly are they doing in there? thought.
The young man hurried back to the cafeteria, opened the coolers and stayed there, hoping that the cold temperatures would relieve his red face.