Heart Darkness
Chapter 113 How I Adore You....

The water's whirlwinds suck up their bodies, like forced lovers full of demands in order to submit to its power. Oh, they're finished by September, worse September seems to faint. Reinha had trouble bearing the weight while September's body was bigger than her. Well, if they survived, Reinha vowed to beat the woman's head with an axe to stop acting silly. Right now just save him. Reinha tried to get to the edge while Claire shouted loudly from the river bank while pushing a large dry wood as hard as she could and as the wood floated on the river, Francis held the object swimming quickly towards Reinha who was hugging September.

Reinha did not want to remember what happened but her eyes mercilessly enjoyed themselves they were almost sucked into the whirlpool that did not know where it flowed. His breathing was tight and his heart almost exploded. Real real. Francis managed to reach them trying his hardest to herd inland while a round of water seemed to swallow anything that came at him. Claire grabbed the trembling Reinha and hugged the girl in fear.

"I almost lost you, my God. Lucky will kill us if something bad happens to you," Claire lost the joy from her face. Reinha leaned on Claire gulping her hard-earned saliva.

"Claire, why is there no warning that this river is so dangerous?" reinha complained as her breathing began to normalize.

"There are only two inhabitants around here, we are the only owners of this place on the west side and the Juan Suarez clan on the East side."

"Oh my God, this place is beautiful but it's terrible!"

Francis gave an artificial breath in September that seemed to drink a lot of water and fainted. When September awoke with a burst of water from his mouth, Francis sat weakly by the woman's side. He observed September, patting the woman's back slowly. Then he looked at the pale Reinha.

"Are you okay, Miss? I'd really be shot dead on the spot if anything bad happened to you, Miss! Are you always reflexing like that even though it's very dangerous?" francis asked with an unhappy expression.

"Calm down, I'm fine!" sahut Reinha's. "I think you should start building a guardrail around here, Francis. This place is really scary. Especially if you plan to bring the kids here! Oh, that's terrible."

"Yes, Miss. I'll wake up the barrier soon. This flow of water goes into the cavity of a kind of natural tunnel of the earth and comes out on the hillside as another lake."

Reinha creeps. He almost lost his life.

"Let's go home, Miss!"

Francis held the frail September back to the villa, ignoring the iron-pulled arms.

"I can walk, Francis," said September softly sounding regretful. Realize his behavior almost killed Francis and Reinha. However, Francis ignored the woman.

"Are you hurt?" francis asked with a heavy breath. He and Lucky often challenge death and they are not people who are afraid of danger, strangely enough, today he suddenly had fear. As September shook his head, Francis heaved a sigh of relief. But, he believes September suffered a scratch wound somewhere only the woman had not noticed.

Claire hugged Reinha and stepped together behind Francis.

"Do you still want to see the baby?" claire asked, Just maybe, Reinha wants to go back to town.

"Yes, we're coming for it!" reinha replied grimly. He slightly tiptoed because his foot was likely scratched by a stone at the bottom of the river, very sore on the palm.

"Have your leg been hurt?" ask Claire to worry. This girl was extremely outstanding, looking haughty but had a vast heart. If, Lucky messes with Reinha, Claire herself will make calculations with her brother.

"I'm fine Cla."

They're back in the villa. While Claire was looking for a suitable outfit for the wet Reinha, Reinha sat by the fireplace warming up the body.

Francis met in September after the woman was dressed, offering warm milk.

"Pack up after you finish drinking milk, I'll take you home" Francis said flatly. September did not say, he just looked at Francis's wet, torn, bloody arm, still a look full of regret. He sipped some milk, put it on the table.

"Let me treat your arm!" pinta September hesitated. He got off the bed, approached the flustered Francis.

"No need, September! I'm used to a lot of injuries" Francis said, still flat-pitched.

"No, I'm sorry, Francis," said September sadly. "I'm really silly and almost hurt you too Reinha. At least let me help you as an apology." Septie approached, pulling the tip of the man's right-hand coat away to the bed.

"I think you should change clothes" said September, taking off the suit carefully.

"Yes." Yeah."

It seems that after the incident on the river, September became sane and the woman looked different. Or the turning point of September's life is today on the broken bridge.

Knock on the door and Claire stands holding the medicine box in her hand. Claire said to Francis without looking in September, "Come here, I'll treat your wounds!"

Francis immediately stood about to go to Claire but September hooked their fingers tightly, holding the man without a word. Just staring blankly at the wounded arm. Claire clucked, cursing September inwardly into falling for Francis half-deadly because the man cared so much for him. May September stop gilai his brother.

A smile spread across Claire's tiny lips as Francis sat back down. Though the face is always flat but Claire catches Francis' anxiety as September is in danger. Very clearly visible.

"Obati him and join him for lunch in September. We brought you a delicious strawberry dessert. You'll taste better after eating a piece of sweet cake."

Claire left the medicine box there and came out without wanting to interfere. He closed the door behind him.

"Is Miss Reinha okay?" tanya September has not finished regretting. The point of view of the rude, cruel and heartless man had sunk to the bottom of the earth.

Francis looked at their intertwined hands as if they did not want to escape. Conscious when found the back of the hand September many scratches. The man's rapture descended instantly. He grabbed a hand in September and dissolved the medicine, wrapped it in white gauze and then made a makeshift knot.

Simple things you should be sensitive to, stupid woman!

"Yes, you almost died with him" Francis said. The shirt was a little difficult to remove because on the way home, the shirt stuck in the wound, fused with blood and dried quickly. He tried to remove and carefully September use intravenous fluids to clean the wound. Francis did not react at all. He looked straight at the wall. When injured in the forest he will use gasoline or gunpowder to burn his body flesh to heal quickly. Infusion and September are out of the ordinary.

"You don't feel pain?" ask September.

"No." Francis turned his head in September to look at the woman whose hair was still wet. "Let me Septie! Pack your things. I'll take you home."

The woman did not deny her words just continued to move on her arm.

"Are you mad at me?"

Going to the bridge to threaten Francis and almost to the death of many people, the question sounds ridiculous. Francis blows harshly but his answer sounds subtle.

"No, Septie. Don't do anything like that again! If you die, who would have thought you would take care of your baby? Me?" Francis looked at him sharply. "Don't do anything stupid and take care of your baby properly." Francis stood up even though he hadn't finished being treated as if running in fear he fell in love in September. "You have to go! I'll wait for you to finish packing."

"Let me finish treating your wounds!" September confronted.

Francis is usually impatient with September who always acts up. Today, he once again made an exception. Sit under September's watch and let the woman clean the wound. Francis is close to many women who are the average boss woman but he himself never had a woman for himself. He created a document about a dating relationship agreement for Lucky Boss and only September contained an additional agreement under which, he would marry the woman if September became pregnant.

He used to do that because September looks very innocent and innocent but very fond of Lucky Boss. Yes yes yes, all women are lucky Luciano but September looks different. Now, somehow he felt the document was made by another will from him.

"We often become impromptu medics while covering news in conflict zones but you have to go to the doctor, the iron bridge is rusty and you can get an infection" said September quietly almost inaudible. "I can't leave without the full medical kit for the baby" she said moments later.

"I'll arrange it for you" replied Francis quickly. He could not hold the woman any longer even though she was getting close to the baby.

"Couple your stuff! We'll eat together and I'll take you home!"

"Aren't you afraid to let me go?"

"You're so tormented here .. do whatever you want. If you want the media to know about your scandal, you can do it. Embarrass yourself and your baby" Francis replied as calmly as possible even if he imagined the baby would suffer for him.

Francis stood up and went from there, carrying his torn clothes, leaving September alone. Realized by Francis, he began to falter. Lunglai .., the man changed clothes and went to the baby's room. He looked at the tiny body that was beginning to look full. The development is good and the red body is very fragile as if aware of his presence, a little gift him a small movement. Why did she feel she had the baby?

"I'll stay to take care of you and leave after you're cured."

Francis' daydream was spoiled by September's speech, briefly stunned and turned to observe September looking straight at him. He glanced at the injured arm as if asking, Are you seriously injured and need someone to take special care of? He cringed, feeling very stupid for the first time. Why does September's statement sound reasonable?

"I can let you go, but what about your baby? We need preparation for incubators and other medical supplies. It's very quiet here, away from the crowds and there's plenty to take care of you, Septie. You've been acting so unreasonable, what if you do something silly again and get your baby in trouble?"

Can't believe he sounds begging someone to stay. That person, the former boss' woman.

"Join for lunch and don't keep others waiting."

September is in place. Francis believes September is ashamed to face Reinha and Claire. Outside of her he grabbed September's hand let the woman hold the end of her suit.

"Let's go together!"

Reinha seemed to notice the behavior of the two newly arrived people, in September who were uncomfortable then use Francis as a protector before sitting clumsily. No one discussed the horrific incident in the dining room. However, September felt obliged to apologize for acting shamefully.

"Are you okay, Miss Reinha?" ask him to Reinha.

"You see for yourself, September" said Reinha sharply. "I want to gouge your brain out with something to stop you from getting into trouble. But, well, I think you've come to your senses after nearly dying in a pool of water marshes. When you die, I'll take your baby and nurture him. You might want that."

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry."

"Let's just eat! I'll go after this. Glad you're okay and the baby's very healthy, too" Reinha said, again not wanting September to talk about the river.

Reinha only wishes September to find a good new life and someone who loves her wholeheartedly.

"I will marry Mr. Francis and will use Mr. Francis' surname behind my Son's name."

The statement made all those there look at Francis in September who looked flabbergasted before turning expressionless.

"Are you serious?" claire asked in September and turned to Francis for confirmation.

"Didn't it end up like this, Miss Claire? Why are you so surprised?" francis asked, raising his forehead high. He started eating and no one in the room could guess the expression on the face of Lucky Luciano's loyal aide.

Reinha was speechless, so complicated. He pretended to be excited when he saw the steak in front of his eyes when he wanted to know Francis' reaction. He ate little and when the shadow of the menu of what Lucky Luciano ate in prison flashed, his appetite faded. She wanted to see her husband's face.

"Francis, I have to go to the social service post and help cook for dinner, can you drive me?"

"Yes, of course, Miss!"

It was there Reinha Durante for the rest of the day, almost even at night. Ignoring professor Samael's call, Reinha just doesn't want her Sunday to be spent studying. Professor Samael seems not to want to keep him as a competition participant but has no choice. Professor Samael, never good to him but never bad to say, typical of a true genius. Their attitude is somewhat eccentric.

Reinha arranges food into a food thermos to keep it warm during the night. The homeless, abandoned children, a bunch of thugs, marginalized people in general have gathered in shabby jackets and cold hats. Not only do they need food, they need clothes. But they are too many, he will think of a way to get the help of clothing in large quantities. At seven o'clock in the evening, forget that he has to prepare dinner with Marya at home, the girl starts filling the food bowl.

From a distance, someone observed Reinha serving the vagrants. Without any limitless gaps, he was very close to them as if he was one of them. A golden yellow face with hair curled high at the top of the head, the beauty of the girl was radiated outer and inner beauty and captivated anyone who saw her. Even in the light, Reinha Durante's smile seemed brilliant. The moonlight fell overhead, the biased rays seemed to form a halo in his head. Just add wings then Reinha Durante will really look like an angel.

"So so pretty." Clucked. "Are you the incarnation of an angel lost on earth? Did someone steal your wings, honey?"

An old tramp, stumbling to Reinha.

"Is Mr Lucky Luciano in good health, Mrs Luciano?" an old man asked Reinha after he filled his bowl with food. It is undeniable that he felt strange with the greeting as well as flowery.

"Yes, Sir. Pray for my husband to be healthy." He leaned over a little and finally repeated the same sentence after the bowls were filled with food while bending over. The officer next to him stepped aside when the queue was almost up.

"May my husband's health."

"May my husband's health." Reinha continued to repeat the same sentence while thrusting a bowl of food.

"Wish for health, my wife. Mr. ..., madam ..." someone's sambar.

One bowl was stretched out on a homeless man and the beautiful heavy voice, saying a low meaning from next to him. Reinha felt her heart instantly nearly dislodged as the wedding ring sparkled in the fingers she so desperately longed for. He turned his head, found Lucky Luciano by his side, smiling charmingly until one of the man's dimples curved beautifully. His face was very neat without the body's new beard and the scent of the glacier rattled amidst the scent of food.

Reinha's mouth half-gapped as Lucky thrust the bowl and bowed to a homeless man in the last line.

"Pray my wife's health, ma'am. I can't live without him. I miss him, I love him so much" Lucky said unblinkingly looking at Reinha.

"Lucky ... ?!"

"You bribe people with food, Reinha Durante?" ask Lucky Luciano.

Reinha nodded lethargicly. "Yes, that's all I can do for someone I love so much" Reinha said, barely crying. Didn't want to ask why the man was wandering around the city when he was an inmate.

"I adore you even the moon adores you, Enya."

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