Rodriguez Affair
Chapter 34

Morean finally relented and let Sarla sleep because she saw Sarla's face did not appear to be in pain.

A few moments passed by the man also sudsh compressing Sarla's forehead with a thin T-shirt that he folded and took randomly in Sarla's closet, maybe this could be an alternative before taking the drug.

Until finally Morean went out to the drugstore looking for a heat-lowering drug for Sarla as well as some vitamins for her.

Now that the warm compress had turned cold, Sarla woke up feeling something moist on her forehead, her hand reaching for it.

“Compressions?” Sarla takes off the cloth, as soon as Sarla remembers and guesses whether the man did it.“Tumben once had a heart..” Sarla reviews the smile of unraveling the compressive cloth, “Hemm..” He praised Morean's treatment a little.

Sarla got up from her sleep to sit down, glancing at the clock he had over the wall already at 10 am meant that he had slept for 3 more hours and it was true what he said his bad taste would disappear a moment later and at this time it is true that Sarla already feels better to tell a little pain in her head but she can bear it.

“Where is he, already home?” Sarla did not care that much, it was common for Sarla to happen no longer surprised by it, soon she got up, she said, it is enough lazing stomach needs intake he must immediately go out looking for something that can be cooked and then eaten.

Sarla went to the room looking for her bag, grabbed a hair tie to hurry away, before leaving she first checked the small wallet in her bag looking at the remnants of the money she had, “Hemmm.”.Sarla breathed heavily there was only the rest of the coin and a piece of money that was nominally a little big just in case she had to go to the hospital or experience an urgent one, Sarla also counted the coins as enough for her to buy some bread and some vegetables.

Sarla rubbed her stomach full of tenderness permeated into her, “If you're really here son, be strong and hold on, I believe you must understand your mother's predicament, I believe you must understand your mother's predicament,” Sarla hugs herself feeling sad living in a state like this.

Sarlan took a deep breath he was sure could forcefully go through this, Sarla also rushed out not wanting to lament too long.

The sound of footsteps rang out in front of the door, as she was just coming out, Sarla who was about to open the door immediately stopped looking at her window, she gasped the man back again.

Cclack.

Both of them gasped, Sarla looked at the man who came carrying a lot of packages.

“Where are you?” Morean made a firm voice looking at Sarla who was preparing to leave complete with her bag.

Sarla scratched her head wrongly, “Ma-want to go out and buy something that can be eaten, I thought you were home.”.

The man walked in and carried his package straight to a kitchen back there, making Sarla look at Morean from afar what she was doing.

“She shopped for me?” And he went to the back too.

Morean pulled out a chair at the table, pulled Sarla's hand commanding her to sit down not forgetting to stick the back of her hand on Sarla's forehead, “Your heat is down, eat it now.”.

Morean then sat next to him pulling another chair, Morean was so hungry all night not to eat until the food he brought was so stale and had to be thrown away.

Sarla could not say anything that this man's treatment turned 180 degrees from before, she still continued to stare at the dining table so many items that the man bought. “Ka-u not coming home?”

“Do you often get sick like that? That's your medicine and vitamins drink every day I don't like sick people.” Cut Morean Sarla's question.

Sarla who had been devastated immediately swallowed her saliva at the man's words, Yes she does not like me to be sick because she cannot serve him. “Do not do it again, do not give anything, I can take care of myself.”

Morean who opened the meal for Sarla also commented that his sneering smile knew this woman was so haughty and stubborn. “I don't do for you but for myself, if you're sick who will be my bed warmer.”

Morean immediately pulled Sarla's hand, “Sit! No one will let you go!”

Sarla who restrained herself from staying calm did not cry despite the heartache of Morean's words, she looked at her hand that Morean had brought her, she said, ”Why God didn't just make me a dead victim that night, not one that should be stuck with a heartless person like you!”

Morean was silent for a moment, he became annoyed at Sarla's words, whereas Morean was only joking, when he stared fiercely at Sarla while getting up. “If I don't have a heart I won't wait for you all night out there until morning, the rain holds the hunger from yesterday afternoon until this morning! How much food I brought and then I wasted waiting for you to come home, how much time I wasted until now, ever you know that.” Morean got up and passed Sarla to get her car keys.

Sarla fell silent on her shoulders slightly jerked Morean who passed, He gasped at the man's speech for a moment he thought then saw the man's security, it was his, he was really hungry it seemed that the food he had already eaten without waiting for the cold.

With all the prestige and hatred Sarla refused to chase after the man.

A second...

Five seconds...

Soon Sarla runs out chasing him, may hate but is hearty enough to know there is no need to retaliate to hurt, Sarla runs down from the porch of her house.

“Wait!” But Morean has already entered his car, “Waitu!!!!” Sarla kept running with her fast late Morean was already speeding up and left.

Sarla also stopped responding from the streets of Morean's car that drove very fast, guilt enveloped her, really she also did not want to hate indefinitely if without cause that happened, Sarla took a heavy breath putting it all together again and again she could only resign to whatever it was.

At first glance he turned to the trash outside so many packages and boxes of wasted food, is this what the man meant, he was hungry even though there was a lot of food, was he really waiting to eat with me.

Sarla massages her temples, indeed all this is wrong, always bad judgment of things that start with bad when all things can change at any time without realizing and planning.

“Aibi! Aunty of the greenhouse!” A little girl ran up to Sarla“Yesterday the uncle of the black car gave me the most delicious pizza this morning he gave me money to buy toys, this is how my mother immediately bought it.” From a distance a mother commented a smile at Sarla, Sarla knew they were a laborer in a factory near here living very hard.

Sarla rubs the cheek of the girl, “ She is a good uncle, pray she is always happy huh..”.

Leaving the little girl there Sarla entered her house, she returned to the dining table where the things Morean brought were, Sarla began to open one by one, all kinds of vegetable food ingredients to meat, fruit to flour to make bread all complete to the ingredients of the developer.

Wrapped up with some vitamins and medicines, he also needs a p3k he bought and a large parcel of Sarla opened and made it wide, too, a thick blanket the man bought Sarla remember this because he saw Sarla blankets all made of thin and not suitable to wear when the weather is cold.

Sarla slowly sat down, feeling more and more guilty about having acted that way to Morean, she immediately remembered the phone Morean gave her, should she call and apologize, she said, again the prestige and hatred that ever existed made him unsure of doing that.

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Sajeeeeeeennnnn.