Chapter 8 8

"I thought so. Wait here, I'll get my first aid kit."

The way Irsya was being treated like a queen left her astonished. She, who everyone had considered worthless trash, was being treated so kindly.

"What does he want from me? Why is he being so kind?"

Alex returned with his first aid kit, knelt before Irsya again, and lifted her leg, which he had placed on his thigh.

"Will this hurt?" Irsya asked, with fear in her voice.

"No, just a little discomfort."

"That's the same thing!! I hate pain."

Alex placed Irsya's hand on his shoulder and looked into her eyes.

"Squeeze my shoulder when you feel the pain."

Irsya nodded, closed her eyes, and felt the gentleness of Alex's hands as he treated her leg. His touch was so soft that it masked the pain she should have felt.

"You can open your eyes now," Alex said.

Irsya opened her eyes and saw that Alex had finished treating her leg.

"Is it done?" she asked.

Alex carried Irsya's body and took her back to her room.

"What do you want to do to me?" Irsya asked, feeling very nervous.

Alex laid her down and covered her with a blanket.

"Sleep, it's very late."

"Where are you going?" Irsya asked.

Irsya turned to the side and saw Alex, who had also fallen asleep on the bench, with his eyes closed, which made her smile.

"Goodnight, Alex," Irsya said softly.

"Goodnight, don't keep staring at me. You need to sleep, tomorrow we'll have an exam."

Irsya nodded and smiled. "Okay. I'll go to sleep and stop looking at you," she said with a smile.

They both slept in the same room, and tonight, Irsya truly felt intoxicated by how well Alex treated her, like a queen.

The next morning, Irsya returned home. She saw her house was very quiet, with the lights turned off.

"Are they still at it? Is love that crazy?" Irsya asked, irritated.

Irsya opened her front door and saw her mother lying on the floor, with a very pale face and wearing very revealing lingerie.

"Mom!" Irsya shouted in shock.

Alex, who was preparing sandwiches, suddenly clutched his left chest, feeling an intense pain and an irregular heartbeat, making it hard to breathe.

"Irsya," Alex said, his eyes welling up with tears.

Alex held his temple, noticing tears welling up in his eyes even though he didn't show any expression.

"Alex, what's wrong?"

Alex placed the sandwich he had prepared in his lunchbox, then he saw his schoolmate who had come to pick him up from school.

"I've been standing outside your mansion's gate for a while, but you didn't show up, so I came inside your house."

"It's okay. Just for you."

Tom was confused when Alex handed him a lunchbox filled with sandwiches.

"Alex, what's going on with you? Why are you giving me this lunch?"

"I'm asking for permission. You can leave my house now and tell them I asked for permission today."

"Permission? Are you sick?"

Alex remained silent, walked into his room, and closed the door behind him.

With the help of her neighbor, Irsya managed to get her mother to the hospital in an ambulance. Irsya remembered, before leaving her house, that there were many discarded condoms scattered on the floor.

"Damn it! Is love so insane? Why do adults never think with their brains?" Irsya yelled in frustration, crying uncontrollably.

This girl was deeply hurt, and the trauma within her was like a sequence of scars and wounds that had been piling up all day. The frustrated girl felt the gentle, warm touch of Alex's hand.

"Alex, how did you know I was here?"

"I saw you get into the ambulance."

Irsya immediately hugged Alex tightly, once again wetting his clothes with her tears. Her head was pounding.

"Alex, I can't keep all of this to myself anymore, I'm so tired."

Irsya tilted her head up, looking into Alex's eyes with a pleading gaze.

"Alex, can you be my shoulder to lean on today?"

"Irsya Ananza."

Irsya was surprised when someone called her name. She turned around and saw a man with her father.

"Angelio," Irsya replied.

Alex released his grip on Irsya's waist, making her look at him in confusion. However, Irsya still held onto Alex's hand tightly and gazed into his eyes with a pleading look. But Alex pulled his hand away and even distanced himself from her.

"Irsya, who is he?"

"Angelio, this is Alex," Irsya replied.

Angelio held Irsya's hand, gazing at her with a pleading look, and immediately hugged her tightly, which startled Irsya.

"Angelio?" Irsya exclaimed.

Irsya turned to look at Alex, seemingly seeking his help because someone was hugging her, but Alex didn't offer any assistance at all.

"You scoundrel, Alex," Irsya muttered under her breath.

Angelio gazed into Irsya's eyes and spoke privately with her.

"Irsya, I will arrange our wedding. My father wants us to get married, and my family will cover the hospital expenses for your mother," Angelio explained.

Irsya was deeply shocked. She wanted to refuse, but she thought about the likely high hospital bills and her current lack of funds. Irsya felt cornered.