When Married?
The KM Part 96
"I can do it myself." Literature is about to take over the medicine in the hands of Flowers.
"You've been wrong, ngobatin wounds on the face must be good and right so as not to cause scars."
Bunga seriously applied medicine on his handsome face which is now bruised with a cut on the lip of his bite last night, and also treated the corner of Literary lips torn due to his fight with Rama.
He noticed a beautiful face that was treating him painstakingly. Literature is happy because Bunga is still concerned with her, it means that Bunga still holds feelings for her, right? Can he hope for more?
A smile bloomed with Literature and he forgot that the corner of his lips was hurt.
"Akhh," Literature complained of pain.
"Am I too tight when I apply this ointment?" Flowers look worried.
"No, it's just that I forgot that the corner of my lips hurt from being too happy."
The flower rubbed the corner of Literature's lips that were torn and also the bite scar wound gently. "Sorry."
"You don't have to apologize, I should have apologized for surprising you last night. You must hate me even more, but I deserve to be hated. It's true that Rama said that I'm just a b*ass jerk." Literature.
The mood was silent again.
"Flower, can I treat the wounds in your heart properly and correctly as well? I know the scars won't go away, but I promise I won't keep them open again."
Literature looked into the eyes of the Flower and it was clear there was still love for her there.
"Of course." Flowers hurriedly turned their faces away as her chest was pounding like a teenager who had just first fallen in love.
"But why was your hand bandaged, wasn't it this morning your hand was okay?"
The flower diverts the talk, then grabs the wounded hand of Literature and turns it upside down. The flower is not aware that it has licked its own saliva to not touch each other without permission. Love does make man break the signs made by him himself.
"If you're done I'll drive you home now." Literature got up from the sofa and grabbed her car keys
Hearing Literature say so somehow Bunga felt sad and felt expelled from there, his mouth might refuse but his heart continued to long.
"Come on." Literature is already standing in the doorway,
Flowers move and step heavily because actually he still wants to linger with Literature.
*****
They had arrived in front of Flower's Cake & Bakery, Literature opened the car door for Flowers.
"Thank you for driving me." Flowers came down and opened the door.
"Is it just a thank you? Well, you really have a heart, at least let me stop by and give me breakfast." Literature barged into the shop and let the Flower gawk at the door.
"Eh uh, wait," Flowers came running in and approached Literature already sitting on one of the chairs located in the corner.
"You're a rich man, aren't you ashamed to ask me for free breakfast?" Flower ruffled waist.
"My breakfast is not free, miss, it's as a fare to get you home safely" he said.
"It turns out the rich really do count, if you know that I just took a taxi!" Flowers grumbled as they passed into the room that read kitchen.
"Serve the best breakfast for me, because I only consume the ingredients of choice."
Literature deliberately shouted for the Flower to hear it. Flowers laugh because it turns out Literature has not changed and is still picky about food.