Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 52 - Asking for Restu
The next day Keyvan actually took Mikhayla with him to visit his first wife's grave. The timid Mikhayla clasped Keyvan's arm tightly when Liora's resting place was not like a chariot's grave, after all they came during the day and in this brightly lit state.
While sitting next to Keyvan, he only heard the conversation of two different people in the world. She appreciated what her husband did because first love could not be disturbed according to Mikhayla.
Keyvan stared at the gravestone that read Liora Agnesia. As hard as Keyvan could hide it Mikhayla could catch if her eyes were wet now.
Mikhayla's presence did not necessarily erase Liora in her life. Keyvan still vividly remembers a sentence Liora made when they were about to get married a few months ago.
"The one thing I can't do is live without you, Van. If God allows me to choose then I want to go home first. You are free to enjoy life in the world with the woman you want. But, don't ever forget that I was once your home."
As loud as Keyvan, his mind still hurt to remember Liora's words. He was sick, his soul was hurt when his story was forced to end. But on the other hand, the tiny fingers that now shed tears made Keyvan undo the intention to hate the situation.
"We don't bring tisue, said Papa pamali crying in the grave .. later sawan," said Mikhayla softly, well aware if the joke is not funny at all. It's just that, if Keyvan cries before him, Mikhayla's regret becomes even more a failure to become human.
"Oh yeah?"
"Hm, may weep but don't drag on."
Keyvan only took a deep breath, not because the presence of Mikhayla made him airy chest. Only, for now indeed he had no way other than that.
I'm home, Liora .. our blessing, forgive her mistake. I'm sorry if the faithful promise I made in the end I broke it.
For the last time Keyvan said goodbye, he who had interrupted Liora's words about a substitute if later he went with a promise to live on, in fact he denies it now.
Keyvan stood up and stared at Liora's navel before completely leaving this place. Mikhayla, who had not expected Keyvan to stand, now pinched her husband's arm. Yes, among the many things in the world Mikhayla was as afraid of things related to the supernatural world.
"Why?"
"Snap, it's overcast .. It looks like it's raining in a minute."
Cloudy from where? The sun is clearly shining so brightly. It's just that there is a white cloud at the end there, even a little and the weather forecast today is very good actually.
Usually Mikhayla is not like this, since marriage she has never held Keyvan's hand so tightly as if afraid once her husband ran away. His steps were in a hurry and when he arrived at Mikhayla's car asked Keyvan to turn the prophet's prayer as a substitute for music to accompany their return trip.
Keyvan was confused, his wife's palm was even cold and Mikhayla was now deathly pale. He forbade Keyvan to cry so as not to convict at the funeral, and now it is precisely he who seems to be followed by subtle creatures.
"I'm Okay .. let's go home, I'm sleepy."
"Sleep here."
Somehow his wife this afternoon, which was obviously really strange until Mikhayla just according to when Keyvan asked him to sleep on his lap. The distance between Liora's resting place to their residence was indeed quite far, by sleeping like that would minimize her fatigue.
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Sometimes the woman's mouth is venomous, proved real at this time Keyvan clucked bitterly because of the rain when their journey was not half. Not just drizzling but heavy rain like Mikhayla feared a moment ago.
The slippery roads meant Keyvan had to slow down for their own good. The man stroked the beautiful hair of the wife, he wanted to wake her up heartless. If not, however, he feels lonely and this kind of thing is very boring.
"Wait, why is it so hot?"
Keyvan who had just stroked the wife's beautiful mane plan now turned with his forehead. This was not because Keyvan's hands were cold, but indeed Mikhayla was hot.
"Fever? Hey ... Mikhayla, what's wrong with him? Oh, my God."
Panic of course, a few moments ago he was healthy and now suddenly hot as if sick for days. He who had been slow, now drove at high speed but still tried carefully.
"Well, why is he?" Keyvan was still grumbling and focused on the wheel, while Mikhayla was swimming in the sea of dreams and not thinking of waking up as soon as possible.
- To Be Continue -