When Married?
The KM Part 100
Along the way home, Literature and Flowers just fell silent. There was not a word that came out of the two, only the sound of the roar of vehicles that split the streets that night.
Literary jealousy, his heart heated up, and his ears felt itchy because Bunga called Rama with the name of Brother. The name sounds so friendly in hearing, as if Rama and Bunga do have a special relationship.
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The two of them had already arrived in front of the shop, Sastra opened the door for Flowers but suddenly_
BUGH... BUGH... BUGH....
Devi immediately raised her fist when she saw Literature appear there. Flowers screamed and screamed for her sister to stop her blow.
"Dev, it's stopped, brother said you quit!" The flower tries to hold Devi's body.
"For what did you appear again in Big Brother's life? never approach my brother again! If you dare to come here again I will be worse than today!" threaten Devi full of emotions.
The man with dim cheeks was dazed and then fell down. When Devi lays her punch Literature does not fight back at all and instead lets herself be beaten, she feels she deserves it for once hurting and injuring her brother.
Miss Marni who heard the noise came out and was surprised, she was shocked to see the battered condition of Literature and Flowers who were holding her sister as hard as they could.
"Devi, come with me in!" yell mam Marni.
"But Ma'am," said Devi.
"Who taught you to beat people! You want to be a thug? fast in! Wait in the back, I want to talk," ordered Miss Marni in an undeniable tone.
"Lia, you take Literature to the second floor, treat the wound before you go home. I'll make you a drink" Marni said to Bunga, then she went back inside the shop.
Initially, Bunga hesitated at his mother's proposal, but finally inevitably he invited Sastra to enter because the man's face was battered by his own sister.
Flowers bring Literature to the second floor. The second floor of the shophouse was made a residence by Bunga and his mother. There are two simple rooms, one bathroom, one sofa set, and one clean kitchen room.
This place is quite comfortable to live in because the flowers clean and tidy it regularly every day. There is also a rooftop on this second floor, usually used to relax by Flowers while planting several types of plants in pots and polybags.
Literature sat on the sofa, then Flower brought the medicine box and followed sitting beside it. The long-spirited girl began to clean the bruised face of Literature as well as her bleeding nose.
"Akhh," Literature grimaced as it felt a sting when its injured temple was cleaned using alcohol.
Seeing the Flower painstakingly treating his wounds, his heart that had been lonely and cold immediately returned to wriggling for hope, like the warm rays of the morning sun that seduce to break the darkness and melt the ice lodged in it.
"Why were you there when Devi knocked you out?" Bunga asked, while his fingers were busy applying ointment on the face of Literature.
"Because I deserve to be hit, she must be very angry at me for hurting her brother. If I were him, I would do the same." Literature thinned her lips full of irony as if she was scorning herself.
Flowers fell silent, he sighed. "But at least protect your face, even the scars of your fight with Rama have just healed."
"I'm fine, it's nothing. Being able to see you in front of me like this is a miracle to me. After almost desperately searching for you, God finally brought us together again." Literature smiled happily even though her face was bruised everywhere.
Literature wanted to touch the hand of the flower that was treating her, but she had promised that she would no longer touch the girl without her permission. Literature will respect whatever the wishes and decisions of Flowers, seeing the person he loves is always happy is what he wants today.