I tapped my fingers on the table. "Why were you not to start talking? You agree to keep the CCTV on, right?" Rose stared at him.
I rubbed her back, "babe, remember you're pregnant." She stood up and left me alone with this brat.
"Listen, I don't have time for your nonsense. Rose and I were pissed because your wife almost hurt my baby, Galih. Do you have a child? If you have a child. You know what it's like, right?" I stood up. "I have another event after this. Excuse for my leave, your majesty," I approached the manager.
"We can open for business, don't let him become a reason this hotel was bankrupt," I patted his shoulder and walked to my room.
I looked at Rose hunched in front of the elevator. "What's wrong, babe?" I sat next to her, and she leaned my head on my shoulder.
"Hand," she said. She grabbed my hand and inspected my wound.
"Are you okay?" Rose shook her head and hugged me, "Let's go to the doctor." I helped her to stand.
"Tell me everything will be fine, right?" I looked at her eyes and cupped her cheek.
"Yes, everything will be fine." She hugged me tightly. I rubbed her hair and kissed her forehead.
"You want to breakfast now? It's already 9 AM," she nods.
"I'm hungry," she hides her face on my shoulder.
"You want room service?" She looked into my eyes, "this is our hotel, anyway" I pecked her nose.
"I imagined how hard it was when you dealt it alone and survived. I don't know how you can be that strong and patient with all of this!? I even felt like it's unfair, and..." I pushed the red button.
I hugged her, "I might be strong in front of people, but sometimes I cry too. I never want to see it to people because they will not get it. People will think that I'm selling my problem life for money. Creating dramas?" I shook my head. "I don't want to give my wife and my child a bad reputation," Rose hugged me.
"Everything will be okay, babe. Hang in there," It's hard to see someone you loved crying. It's hurt.
I wiped my tears silently, "it's okay, I have plenty of time for you. I will wait," Rose continues to cry.
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She didn't want to let go of the hug even when my doctor stitched my hand. I like when she hugs me, but when I want to go to the bathroom and do my 'stuff' there, she doesn't want to let go.
Like earlier in the hotel, I want to take a bath, and you know the rest. I don't feel comfortable if someone disturbs my shower.
"Does it hurt?" I shook my head, "I've been dealing worst than this, right?" She snuggled into my arm.
"What if we watched Netflix? Continued our series," she did not answer, "okay, what if we order some ice cream or you want mukbang?" She looks into space.
I took a deep breath and grabbed her hand. "I know it's hard, but as long as you're here with me, everything will be fine," she looks at me.
"I can't promise you anything, but I tried," she hugged me.
"I'm sorry," Rose said.
"It's okay, babe. You don't get used to it. I get it." I took a deep breath. "Honestly, I'm the one who was afraid to lose you, Rose." She looks at me.
"I was afraid everything it's not real. You're here, standing still with me," I wrung my hands.
"I know..." she kissed me. We looked at each other's eyes, "hehe..." I wiped her tears and kissed her eye.
"Ay, Mariposas!" Rose punched my shoulder slowly.
"Be quiet, please." I saw she closed her eyes and leaned on my shoulder. I put a pillow on her head. I guess she's asleep.
I tucked her bed slowly. Someone knocked on my door and sighed, "who the fuck disturbed us!?" I walked to the door.
"Can we talk?" I took a deep breath.
"My lawyer already left, and come back at 7 PM. You should wait until then..." I wanted to close the door, but Eva held it.
"Can we..." I pushed her and closed and locked the door. I don't want you to disturb me, but why do you do that to me now!?
I walked to the coffee table and turned on my laptop. I leaned my back and closed my eyes.
"Are you okay?" I opened my eyes slowly and looked at my surrounding. Rose was sleeping, and nobody was inside this room but us.
Maybe it's just my mind. I rubbed my nap, and I could feel cold sweat dripping. Oh, God. It gave me chills.
It's only my thought, do not think that too much. I walked to the pantry and opened the fridge. I saw a lot of beverages inside this fridge. I wanted to drink cold Coca-Cola, but the price was three times the original price.
That's a tactic of the hotel to rip you off. Buy a cold one here easy, you don't need to get out, but the price it's expensive.
Ugh. this decision was a trap! Well, never mind, I closed the fridge and got back to my laptop. Oh shit! I can't get rid of this thought! It's like they were calling me now.
I looked at the fridge. No, it was expensive. I opened my Twine software and continued making my game. I'm making an interactive story in itch.io. It's free, but this game still needs updates.
I like RPG, and I know how to code, but it's Harlowe and Sugarcube. I'm not familiar with these two codes. First, it looks like JavaScript, Python, and HTML into one.
I took a deep breath and leaned on my back on the couch. "Oh, my God," it's an error. I relaxed my muscle and looked at the fridge. No, I should keep myself busy.
"Mrs. Gabriela," Reggie? Today was his day off, "Mrs. Gabriela, please open the door!" I rashly opened the door and looked at Reggie was sweating.
"What's wrong?" I closed the door.
"Mrs. Rahmawati... on the..." I tilted my head, "on the rooftop. S-she..." Oh my God. We ran to the rooftop to prevent her from doing something dumb.
TBC