Sorry, For Your Wounds!
remorse

"Which?" Al-misuh-misuh beside the wife who was busy flipping through a file. Keyra had even shifted twice, but the man continued to squeeze himself, until now the wife had stuck at the end of the bed.

"Hmm?" keyra replied as if he was busy reading the hospital's annual report. Where there are a lot of strange things in the financial statements.

"Which?" again Al repeated his whining.

Keyra took a deep breath, then closed the file she was holding, then put it on the nightstand next to her. Keyra turned around and looked at the annoying face of her husband, whom she unfortunately loved so much.

"Why? want to ask for rations?" ask Keyra to the point. Al throttled irritably, his wife this no romantic-romantic in the slightest.

Al pulled the tiny body of the wife to stick to her chest, "very busy, there's a problem in the hospital?" this is not the first time, Keyra invited and work home. But these few days, his wife looks so busy and a little depressed. But as usual, his tough wife said nothing. Sometimes Al feels inferior, his wife is always able to solve any problem without asking for his help. While he, often asked the opinion of the wife about his work in the office.

"Slightly, there is only a difference in the results of the annual financial statements." Obviously Keyra is relaxed, "what is papa's work? fluently? how many percent of the way is the resort project?" again the woman was always sensitive to whatever Al was doing. Even Keyra will willingly take her time is quite solid, just to do research, against the company that will work with her husband. If so, then the role of Keyra becomes doubled. In addition to being a director as well as a neurosurgeon, wife and mother. Keyra also serves as the project manager for her husband. Al felt so lucky, his wife could be anything they needed.

"That's bad?" ask Al iba.

"Not really, I just got a print of his report this afternoon. Just read a little, the rest just read." Keyra slipped her head in her husband's armpit. Al chuckles amusedly at the wife's behavior, Keyra is not a spoiled woman who easily beads to him. But if this is the case, it means, the wife needs to be spoiled and cared for more.

"You're working on a wetland, okay?" al said with a heavy voice, especially the wife's ignorant hand was playing on his chest.

"May, I lead the game." retorted Keyra who began to act aggressively on her husband. This is what makes Al unable to turn away from his wife. Although Keyra is not like most women, who can always be sweet and spoiled, but if the business of bed. His good wife. His firm and straightforward attitude instantly evaporated out of nowhere, changing with the wild and savage Keyra. Al adored his wife so much, that there was not the slightest gap for the seedling of the actor to enter into her household life.

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Mike scrunched his forehead in wonder, since Noora had been several times back and forth out of the room. But not doing anything. The girl carried a glass in her hand that looked still full. But Noora brought her back and forth towards the dispenser despite not filling her up.

"Noora's? sit down, brother's head is dizzy to see you pacing around like that." Mike patted the side of the sofa for Noora to sit near him.

Noora hesitantly sat down and placed the glass on the table. "Tell me what makes you look so agitated?" mike's question immediately made Noora even more agitated.

"That's. sis.. Can I go watch with Tristan?" noora was nervous.

Mike let out a long sigh, only wanting to ask permission from Noora until that mouthful.

"Did you look like you'd been holding you back during our stay together, Noora?" mike asked without thinking. Did he look like a fierce big brother in Noora's eyes.

"No, brother, not so. It's just, I don't feel good always leaving brother alone every Sunday night." Obviously Noora be careful.

Mike smiled at Noora who seemed afraid to offend her.

"Sister's okay, Noora. How's your relationship going? sister doesn't want Tristan to play with your feelings, you sister brother, your happiness is big brother's priority. Although Tristan is also a sister, but he is a boy. There would be no harm if he did something bad one day. Do you understand the direction of Brother's conversation, Noora?" Mike asked, looking at Noora who kept her head down while squeezing both fingers of her hand.

"Our relationship is fine, brother, Tristan is also kind to me, brother." Reveal Noora shyly. He was not very familiar with Mike, only met Mike a few times, while still a lover of his late brother first. Over a year she lived in the Tristan family home, her aunt Mike, her late father's younger brother. And it's only been two months living together, of course he's still a little awkward to say anything to that guy.

"Good then, I hope your relationship can reach a more serious level. Brother supports your relationship, open up to whatever brother you want to tell. I'm your brother, don't forget that." Mike said remember, not just once Mike said it.

"Okay, thank you so much for accepting me with open arms. I am grateful to have an older brother like a sister. I will never disappoint my sister" Noora said with teary eyes.

Mike rubbed the corner of his adoptive brother's eyes affectionately. A brother's affection for his sister. That's what Mike felt for Noora.

Tong

Both are compact staring at the door, can be ascertained who is visiting.

"Open up" said Mike softly.

Clamps

"Hi, the future mother of his children mas Tristan." Hearing such a greeting was nothing new to Mike's ears, during his two months of living with Noora. Tristan always called his sister 'the wife-to-be or the mother-to-be of his children'.

"Wanna watch?" mike asked to interrupt the moment of meeting the couple's miss.

"The plan is so, all want culinary rich cart food ordinary. Don't want to come with you?" tawar Tristan looked at his cousin with an indecipherable look.

"No, go" Mike flicked his hand up. "I'll just drop it, buy me some of Noora's needs." Mike handed over his debit card, although not a credit card but enough to meet Noora's college needs and also her needs. Mike is just starting to organize his life back, and is now only able to use the ATM with a limit in his opinion working at the Sudibyo family hospital.

Tristan grabbed the ATM, he could have refused. But he felt it was not a good attitude, instead it would only make his older cousin feel unappreciated.

"Then we go first. Would you bring food wagon, no? satay, batagor or tek-tek?" bargain Tristan again before actually leaving.

"May, satay." Reply Mike who was directly in the nod by Tristan.

After saying goodbye, the lovebirds left Mike alone.

Mike rubbed his face, the ugly shadow of the past now haunting him again. His regret was so deep, the woman he loved so much left because of him. The woman leaves with their future son, Mike, stunned to remember his bad deeds.

Now he lives in endless regret, in his heart promising not to replace Maura in his life. Also determined to mend good relations with Arumi and the girls. Of course after getting permission from Keenan the woman's husband.

The new wall clock shows at 7 p.m. This means that tonight is still very long, but he has been hit by boredom and loneliness at the same time.