When Married?
The KM Part 109
Flowers clutched tightly onto Literature's shirt as if channeling the fear that was afflicting her, she still sobbed in the man's lap.
Literature picked up the small blanket she always carried in the car. Since dating Bunga first, he always carried the object in his car and became a habit until now. Literature always carries it because Flowers are vulnerable with cold air.
Literature uses a blanket to cover and wrap the body of the Flower which is only wrapped in a suit, make sure that the flowers stay warm because the trip to the center of Banjarmasin City is still about two hours away due to the road terrain that is not easy.
Maybe if during the day the distance is only one hour, but because it is night they have to be extra careful driving the car.
Wearing the long mane of Flowers gently, whispered soothing and comforting words, reassuring that she was safe now. Slowly the girl began to calm down, her grip loosened and her breathing puffed regularly, until finally the Flower fell asleep on the lap of Literature.
Tidying up the child's hair Flowers that cover the forehead, stared at the eyes of the face that is now sleeping. His eyes were puffy, both cheeks bruised from slaps, the corners of his lips were injured, even his wrists turned blue.
His anger at Rama was more explosive, his chest was painful and tight to see the current state of the Flower, he kissed gently the girl's forehead long enough as if to pour out all the raging feeling in his heart at this time.
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Early in the day the car that took them arrived at the parking lot of Wira Medika International Hospital. Literature got down and carried the Flower in through a special elevator connected directly to the private treatment floor, he told his bodyguard to pick up Nadine immediately.
Flowers are handled in a private VVIP room specially prepared for the Prawira extended family in this hospital.
Just as the female nurses were about to remove the blanket wrapped around her body, Bunga woke up. The girl came back terrified and screamed, Literature who was near the door of the room immediately entered and hugged her.
"Sas, I don't want to be here, I want to go home. I don't like hospital beds, I'm afraid they'll tie my hands and feet again like they used to, hyks hyks hyks" Flowers held tightly to Literature's arms and broke back into tears.
"No one will dare to bind you. Don't be afraid there's me, you're safe here. They just want to clean your body, change your clothes, and treat your wounds."
Flowers stared at Literature with eyes like a kitten asking for protection, Literature stroked her head trying to calm down.
"What's he really doing?" Nadine's breath was still dull.
"We'll talk later, now please take care of Bunga first, I'll call her mother."
Literature cupped both sides of the Flower cheeks carefully. "Darling, Nadine will take care of you. I'm out for a minute, it won't be long."
"Don't go! Don't go anywhere! I'm afraid.I'm afraid." The flowers cry even louder.
"Yes, okay, I'll stay here. Now let Nadine take care of you, I'll accompany." Literature sat on the chair by the bed.
Flowers nodded and Nadine and the female nurses moved quickly to clean the entire body of Flowers flooded with cold sweat, dressed cleanly and treat the wound, Nadine also injected sedatives into the infusion liquid.
Literature immediately contacted Ms. Marni and ordered one of her bodyguards to pick her up to the store. After Nadine and the nurses withdrew, Sastra sat on the edge of the bed.
"Sas, I'm sleepy." The sedative began to react.
"Sleep, baby." Literature stroking hair Flowers.
"With me to sleep, I want to be hugged, I'm afraid." The flower half whined and tightly grasped the man's hand.
Literature goes up to bed. Luckily this VVIP bed is big enough, enough to fit two to three adults. He positioned his body tilted, slipping his hand as the Flower's head pad and one hand clutching the girl's body into his arms carefully so as not to pull the infusion hose.
The flower drowned itself in the arms of Literature, inhaling deeply the soothing fragrance there as if seeking refuge for its terrified soul.