When Married?
KM Part 93

Literature closed the door and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he finished he checked his phone and there was a message from Nadine.

Sas, I put medicine for cuts and bruises on the doorstep. And I forgot not to tell you, the Flower sedative is in her bag, just in case she returns to her panic disorder

Literature opens the door, takes the medicine package that Nadine put in and takes it inside. Then pull the chair near the bed and sit there.

Staring at her pretty face that she missed so much, tidied up the hair that covered the temple of Flowers. He switched to look at the wrists of the flower that slightly blue the former cheque that was too tight so that it left a mark.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you at all, I was too jealous when I heard that you were with my cousin to make me lose control, I'm such a jerk!"

Threw the hand of the flower rubbed and let the bruised part of it, Literature cried in silence regretting his actions earlier.

He took the medicine that Nadine gave him and rubbed it on the wrists of the bluish Flower.

Literature sat in the chair to fall asleep with her head on the side of the bed and her hands still holding the hands of Flowers.

*****

The drops of morning dew soaked the green foliage, the sun shining with its warmth capable of melting a frozen heart, its dazzling light peering through the cracks of the curtains in the room.

The flower blinked its eyes, gathered its consciousness then slowly got up and sat on the bed. Looking around him and this place is not in his room, he turned his head and saw Sastra sitting asleep beside him with the position of his hands that still hold it.

The flower gasped, but then noticed the handsome face that he also missed. His hand was outstretched about to touch Literature's hair, but the man was as if he was being disturbed and the Flower immediately pulled his hand back.

Literature woke up and saw the flower that had been sitting.

"Flowers."

"I want to go home."

"Please wait, Nadine will be here soon to check your condition, and then I'll take you home."

"I can go home by myself." Flowers are going to the door.

Literature held him and hugged him from behind tightly.

"Dear forgive me, last night I was too jealous to make me lose control, I'm so sorry. Please don't walk away from me again, let me take responsibility for everything I did to you, I miss you so much that it makes me almost crazy." Literature tightened her embrace and immersed herself in the fragrance of Flower hair.

Bunga wants to turn around and embrace Literature back, he misses her the same. Flowers are often restless and panicked when other men approach her, but when Sastra embraces her it feels comfortable and safe to envelop her, it's just that the old wound scratches still leave pain makes it too bad to turn around.

"You don't have to take any more responsibility for me. My baby is gone, you are free of all your responsibilities" replied the ketus flower.

"Don't say that, I'm so sorry. Please give me a chance to fix everything, my life is empty without you" he exclaimed in a heavy voice.

"We're over Sas, everything's done, so please let me go."

Literature released her embrace and turned the Flowers so that their positions were facing.

"Can't you give me a second chance? I can't live without you. Look at me don't turn your face away, can't you see my sincerity."

Flowers look up boldly staring into the eyes of Literature, the eyes of the eagle that he missed, the eyes that used to always be full of passion and passion life now looks lonely and full of sadness. The flower tried its hardest to hold itself back from crying.

"But now that I'm disabled Sas, I'm not what I used to be." Finally the eyeball puddled and dropped the source of the water.