Husband For Keara
About Harris (2)

"But the shabuh was beyond my expectations. I am still conscious even though all my bones feel broken and crushed, I just have to see with my own eyes. Papa ended his life by cutting the veins on both wrists. He even gave a few pricks on his own limbs....."

Keara. Open your mouth and net wide. I hope he hears wrong. But Harris' bitter smile resuscitated Keara. That the sentence he heard was true.

"Before his last breath, he gave his last will, saying, 'Stay alive, son.. Find your mom and tell her about your pain. Tell your mama how you watched yourself with your eyes how papa ended your life. And tell her, everything we've both been through is your mama's fault.'."

Keara kept sobbing. Both of his fingers were busy wiping away his tears.

"I was hospitalized for a week with trauma still lingering in the eye. That terrible thing keeps repeating itself in my dreams. Every night. Papa haunts me every night. Until I'm this big."

Keara so remember the words of Bik Santi first. When Keara first came to Harris' house and found Harris delirious.

"If Mr. Harris doesn't call his papa, it must be more hysterical than this.."

"That's why God still gives me long life after undergoing various surgeries to restore my body condition. Maybe I'm still alive to make papa's last message come true. Telling mom about the pain we're feeling.."

Harris took a tissue and shoved it on Keara. he also helped the girl wipe her very wet cheeks.

"What happened after that?" asked Keara in a loud voice.

"Before I fully recover, the police came to see me and brought a warrant of detention."

Netra Keara widens. "Why?"

"During my time in the hospital, om and the family aunt from papa reported papa's death as murder. And I'm the one who's being accused of being the suspect."

"Huh?"

"I was eleven at the time. I spent six months in detention. During that time, the papa brothers renamed the inheritance rights of papa's wealth. They took over everything. Because I, as papa's murderer, am not entitled to papa's inheritance. But the court couldn't prove I was guilty, so I was acquitted and papa's death was designated a suicide."

"After serving time, I was put into rehab to recover the trauma. For three months I stayed there and ended up being transferred to a nearby orphanage. Because no one from om and aunt papa sisters would support me. Heh. They just want papa's inheritance. Without any mercy to me.."

"Hiiikk.. Hiiiikks.. Sroooookkk.." Keara's sobs continued to echo non-stop. His tears were flowing down the river. He did not think, how could there be such a family still living well in this world? They even rejoice over the pain of a child who is still a teenager. Moreover, the child was part of his own family.

"It's not enough to get there, K.. After living in an orphanage, I had to be a moonshine, a target of bullying. They call me a psychopath, an ex-con, a murderer.. They even hit me. Exiled me. The people from the caretaker were none of them protecting me. That's why I decided to run away from the home. Living on the streets, and attending school relies on scholarships."

"I work as a cleaning service, dishwasher in warteg, car washerman, newspaper deliveryman, anything as long as you can eat and survive. Until I was fifteen. I met with Rizky. He was the first protective figure I had after the barrage of horrific events I experienced. We were classmates in third grade Junior."

"He always comes to me when I want to isolate myself from other friends. When other friends bully me and say I'm a vagabond or whatever they say, Rizky always puts up and defends me. Until he finally managed to persuade me to stay at his house.. After that, you'll know the story goes on.."

Keara nodded. He kept crying as much as he could. Until her limbs moved impulsively by wrapping her tiny arms around Harris' waist. Attach his cheek to the chest of the man's field. Hugged tightly as she continued her never-ending cries to lament the story she had only heard for the first time.

"You are the second person to hear this story directly from me. The first one is of course Rizky. That bitch actually kept her promise to keep my secret until she died.." Harris smiled bitterly again. Remembering his late friend who meant a lot to his mental recovery. The sense of loss is still strong.

"You know it, you know it.. Shouldn't have brought a snack, more precisely bring a box of tissue. Your sniffles are seeping into my chest." lamented Harris. Of course just to tease Keara.

"Mas Harris iiih.. I-I'm ha-nya got carried away all right.." Kilah Keara accompanied by a stuffing of his cry that was not finished.

Harris laughed. He gently rubbed back his girl who still wanted to continue crying in his arms. Not many people know his story. So that he did not receive much sympathy from others. Even though he never expected that.

Recounting her dark past no longer made Harris cry bitterly. All that pain he cried in silence. Every night. And her tears had dried up to cry over the same thing continuously.

Long they remained silent. Only Keara's sobbing voice dominated. Harris was so comfortable hugging her girl. Stroking that slender and tiny back. And enjoying how Keara's hands wrapped around her waist and tightly linked to her body.

"Thank you for crying for me, K.. I have no desire to mourn him anymore. It's all over, baby.."

Harris several times dyed Keara's head. Smelling her fragrant and refreshing hair. Playing the girl's long hair with her fingers.

"Now you know my story, K... Now you can reconsider before our wedding plans are held.. I'm not a perfect human being. Someday somehow and how my past could be disturbing our household later. Therefore, I want you to think about it before all the hassle happens."

Keara raised her face. Now Harris can see clearly the puffy eyes and reddish nose of Keara. The wet cheeks and natural red lips looked extremely sexy in Harris's eyes.

"Your husband-to-be is labeled by society as a psychopath, a murderer, even an ex-convict.. Even if he is only a prisoner. Having parents who can't be role models. Your future husband is also a former homeless man who once scratched food from the leftovers of other people.. A-pa your ka beru-bah piki-ran, K?"

"Think about it, baby.. You know it's not all that easy. But our relationship hasn't gone too far. So then.. I figured... Aawwhh....!" Harris grimaced in pain. He did not expect to get a fatal pinch on his waist.

"It hurts....."

"Mistake itself. Who told me mas nanya ituuu teroooss.. Told to think, told to weigh again, whatalaah.. Like someone who doesn't understand.. You know also...!" As usual, a barrage of Keara's chattering slid smoothly from her lips.

"How many times have I said. I can accept anything and everything about Harris's past. I was just nanya. Just want to understand. I just wanted to know Harris more. Not really invited to ngomog..?! Wonder. Repeatedly continued nanyanyaa-eemmhhpppp.." and immediately Keara's chatter stopped as Harris unceremoniously silenced the girl's lips with her gentle kiss.

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