Husband For Keara
The Enemy Brings Blessings

After getting information about the hospital where Harris was treated from Mr. Diman, Keara rushed to the hospital. With his beloved matic motorbike, he broke through the scorching heat and heavy traffic this afternoon. The mother was confused when she asked for permission to go to the hospital. Visiting someone who is sick with diarrhea. Only for diarrhea people.

"Diare doang?? What the h*ll, K?!"

Guilt gnawed at his mind. His welfare turned out to be in the aftermath of tormenting others. If he hadn't changed Harris's noodle order yesterday, that guy would be fine by now. The iceberg. I can't get hot.. Straight to the hospital.

After asking Harris's room number, Keara darted straight into the room that the hospital receptionist showed. As soon as he reached the front door of Harris's nursery, Keara hesitated to open it. He flinch for a while. Think hard. Worrying. Apologies for how he was going to say.

"Bodo ah. go in first."

Once inside the room, Keara was confused by the condition of the outpatient room that was more similar to the hotel. Large flat-screen television, a set of sofas near the entrance, super comfortable and soft bed, two-door refrigerator, cool AC like a holiday in the top villa. 'Busett.. It's more comfortable than a bobbin in your own room..'

Keara looked at Harris's face that had been sleeping ever since he entered the room. By ourselves. How sad it is to be alone when sick. No one takes care of, serves, pampering. Keara only has a mother and Arman. But he was grateful that the two men never left him. In the most difficult times.

Remember, Harris is not a bad guy. But good people. It's late even.. I don't know why bad luck has plagued him. He had to live alone at a young age.

Keara used to dislike him just because of Harris' cold and indifferent attitude. And efficient talk, so impressed indifferent and arrogant. If it is understood as his innate nature, there is no reason for Keara to antipathy on Harris.

He began to trace every curve of the line of the man lying in front of him. His eyes stare at the sturdy jaw with that pale skin. Eyes, nose, lips, cheekbones, jaw, everything looks perfectly beautiful.

"Part of Harris if looked at handsome as well. Self-sufficiency, success. No girl is interested in him? So boong.. It's not as if you don't have a family, but having a wife will help someone. Rather than being sick like this, alone in the hospital." Keara muttered without letting go of her eyes on Harris.

"No one wants to be my wife."

"Astaghfirullahhaladziem !!" pekik Keara was surprised. It almost went backwards.

The voice he had just heard was very shocking. But even more embarrassing, it turns out that Harris heard the mutterings of Keara. The vow! Embarrassing.

'There were many times that good-looking guy again.. That's aaaal..!'

Harris opened his eyes. The corner of his lips was attracted to form a smile. While Keara's face turned red to look at Harris. Gesture of his body is very obvious to show that he is being misbehaved.

"Thank you, come to me."

Keara sat down on the chair beside Harris' bed. ",Same-sama.." he muttered in a discordant tone.

Harris could not hide his feelings of pleasure. His smile grew wider. Moreover, hearing Keara's words when he pretended to sleep earlier. The evidence that this girl was attentive enough to him, made her unable to stop smiling.

"M-mas Harris was alone in his hospital? Is there any brother at all that can nemenin?" Keara asked after being silent for a while. It was better to chat, rather than silence like this but seeing Harris keep smiling looking at him, it was more awward.

"Engga.. There was Mr. Diman and Bik Santi" Harris replied in a raucous voice. "Sir Diman I told you between your bikes, and I also told Bik Santi to go home to get clothes, towels, and other necessities."

"I don't mean housekeeper..."

"Nothing, K.. Didn't Rizky ever tell you?"

Keara stunned. Rizky once told me that Harris was a kara. She still has her mom, but she's married again and doesn't care about Harris. Keara was confused, was there really such a mother in this world?

"Mas Rizky never told a story, but not details. He said he has the right to tell people about their lives, the person himself.. Because he understands his life the most." said Keara.

Harris smiled. Again. "Rizky was like that. Old man."

Keara is smiling now. One thing that must have been a common thing between him and Harris is, both love Mas Rizky. And Keara is happy, there are other people who also always smile every time they remember the Rizky mas.

"Ehm.. Mr. Diman Mas Harris was hospitalized for diarrhea. There is diarrhea doang until it must be opname." said Keara again.

"Not diarrhea doang.." Harris changed his sleeping position to half-sitting. "Magh I'm relapsing too. I have a history of chronic stomach ulcers. So can't eat too spicy food."

"I'm sorry.." muttered Keara Lirih.

"Sorry for?"

"Emm.."

"Assalamualaikum.." a sound of the door being opened and a soft greeting made Keara not continue his sentence. Keara and Harris turned towards the door looking for the source of the sound.

Keara rounded up her net once she knew who Harris's guest had just come. Ms. Farida. Mom mas Rizky. 'Ouhh.. Later Miss Farida thinks I'm doing here too?' monologue Keara in the heart.

"Your mother..." Greet Mas Harris with sparkling eyes. "Do you know who Harris is here?"

"So Buk Da Bik Santi's phone, so know you're here. If you're waiting for a story, you'll be two months later."

Ms. Farida's approaching. Harris stretched out his hand to greet the woman he called Buk Da. Then Keara did the same. Kiss Ms Farida's hand while reviewing a smile.

"Mom how are you?" hello Keara.

"Astaghfirullah's.. Mom's eyes are starting to get this myopic. Until you see that there's a beautiful Keara here.." Ms. Farida rubbed Keara's arm. Keara had seen a sad twinkle in the netra of her former future father-in-law. But he quickly disappeared.

"Good mother's news, son.. You how are you?"

"Better is good too, ma'am.. Thank goodness."

"Mother your seneng and Harris are close..."

"It's not so, Mom.." Keara quickly cut off Ms. Farida's words. I don't want misunderstandings. "I'm the same mas Harris isn't so close."

Harris was stunned to hear Keara's words. The smile that had shimmered on his face slowly faded. 'Then why are you here if you don't feel close to me, K? Just out of pity?'

Different from Farida. He just laughed. "Near is also okay K.. I think Harris is like my own son. Just like Rizky.."

Keara smiled awkwardly. Don't know what to say.

"It's hard to even seneng Keara here. Someone accompanied Harris. I'm also calm, if it's Keara's son who accompanies Harris. Not the women who are not so clear.."

I don't know what Ms. Farida meant by women. Keara doesn't understand.

"Harris has chronic Magh K.. Here's how if no one is taking care of you. Just eat forget. His days of work and learning continue. He was invited to live in Ibuk's house as well as gamau." added Farida.

Harris simply looked down while occasionally smiling at Ms. Farida. "That's because I don't want to take Buk Da.. I've had more than enough of Buk Da than ever."

"Nobody bothered Ris.."

The two of them chatted closely and intimately. Harris occasionally laughed crisply. Laughter that Keara rarely heard all this time. He remembers, Rizky once told me that Harris used to live four years in Rizky's house. Before taking a scholarship to study in Germany. It's obvious why Harris and Ms Farida know each other so well.

"Because I'm actually here to apologize."

Harris looked up at Keara. Same with Ms. Farida.

"Today I changed Harris's noodle order to level 3, sorry I didn't mean to make Harris's mas sick.." Keara said softly while looking down. He really feels guilty. Especially after knowing Harris had a history of severe magh.

Keara looked deeper. Ready to receive Mas Harris's rebuke. Even the scolding from Ms. Farida. He is guilty. He shouldn't have acted childishly yesterday by judging Harris.

"Hahahaha." Harris' laughter exploded. Shocking Keara who had earlier looked down lethargic.

Keara raised her face. Saw Harris and Bu Farida taking turns. The two of them were seen laughing out loud, despite Bu Farida's laughter without a sound. Different from Harris with his booming laughter. Keara looked confused.

"Basic son of Jahil.." Ms. Farida patted Keara's back gently.

"It's okay, K.. His face was not intimidated.. I am ok." said Harris calming. Harris's smile seemed to bewitch Keara to make her tongue, speechless.

"No. Okay." said Ms. Farida. "This bastard has to take responsibility. Accompany and care for you until you recover. How's Keara? You want to be responsible?"

"M-mau Buk.." answered Keara stammered.

Someone smiled with satisfaction. Victory-filled. It was as if the world was turning around to give her full support. Ms. Farida was either conscious or not, but she helped her approach this sweet girl. Is this the definition of a disaster bringing blessing?

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