Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
The Armand Think

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Abela looked at Armand with a confused look. He asked with his eyes. What did Armand ask just now? Abela frowned as she looked at Armand's flat face, not showing any emotion.

"What does your question mean?" abela asked, a red hue was already slightly visible above her deathly pale face.

"Why? Is that a hard question to answer?" ask Armand.

"It was just a little ... Unexpectedly," Abela replied, turning her face away.

"I don't think about it now, I'm not as cruel as it is to do it with sick people" Armand said.

"I don't think anything either." Abela replied in a annoyed tone.

"I'm not seducing you" Armand said.

Abela's face turned red again, not because she was embarrassed like that. But because I feel angry. What's wrong with this guy. He's a real bitch.

"Just give it up" Abela said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"I'm just curious" Armand replied, a smile rising on his flat face.

"I wonder what you're. Arabella. Think." Armand pressed his words.

"Come ...." Abela hung up her sentence. He's biting his lower lip. Still can't think of the right answer.

No, he knows the answer. Abela was just not ready to admit it. Abela was doubtful what Armand's response would be if she said it now. Abela looked down at the floor under her feet. He should have pretended to be asleep.

"Alright, there's no need to answer that, then," Armand said.

For a long time they both remained silent. Armand was still staring straight at the window. Abela still did not lift her head. Abela glanced at Armand with the corner of her eyes. Armand's wet hair dripped water on the side of his face that looked more tapered. Dampened his sleeping robe made of silk.

Whether conscious or not, Abela's hand raised rubbed the drops of water before falling onto Armand's shoulder. Touching Armand's cheek with fingertips.

Armand was slightly surprised by that unexpected touch. He turned his face slowly. Staring at Abela who had not moved her finger at all.

"You ... Got to get some sleep ..." said Armand quietly.

Abela withdrew her hand making Armand feel a little disappointed. Then looked down again at the floor. Abela frowned. Feeling strange to himself. Why could he have done that. He shouldn't be thinking anything right now. There are more important things. Abela took a slow breath and looked at Armand who was still staring at her.

"I'll try to sleep" Abela murmured. Lying down and hiding behind a blanket.

Armand did not release his eyes from Abela's movements. Abela's forehead was still wrinkled even though her eyes were closed. Armand could still feel his heart pounding faster upon seeing that face. It was the face of the person he loved.

Armand was no longer angry at Abela actually, he no longer blamed the woman for the mistake he made himself. Armand regretted having vented his frustration on Abela. He should be able to think more clearly. He wouldn't be surprised if Abela hated him now.

Armand also lay down next to Abela. Close your eyes and count in your heart. Get ready if Abela can throw him out of bed. Armand opened his eyes turning to Abela as long as he heard nothing.

Abela's dry lips were seen more clearly at that close distance. His face was still very pale. His golden hair was spread on the white linen cloth. Abela still opened her eyes. His gaze imprisoned Armand's gaze.

Armand swallowed his saliva. Suddenly his throat was dry. There was a strong urge to get closer to Abela. Armand was still trying to hold back. Until unconsciously his hand raised stroking Abela's hair. The golden sheet felt soft on his rough palm.

"Is he really gone?" ask Armand more to himself. Armand smiled smirkingly. Armand knew, he shouldn't have asked that. At the moment Abela's view looked a little wistful.

"You will know that I have left this world again" Abela replied slowly, Abela did not want to give empty hope.

"If he doesn't come back, does that mean I'm gonna lose you both?" Armand retorted without breaking their eyes.

"You said as if you didn't want me to go" Abela said with a faint smile.

"What would you do if I said yes?" Armand's question made Abela lose her smile.

Abela fell silent, still finding out how sincere Armand had been. Armand's eyes didn't shake the slightest as he said that earlier. Makes Abela wish everything Armand said was true.

"Are you going to be sad if I leave?" abela almost whispered.

"To this day, I've always regretted killing you." Armand replied calmly.

"And what does that mean? Because my departure caused a lot of chaos?" Abela laughed lightly. Remembering everything Armand told her about her disappearance.

"You're right ...." Armand laughed too. Making Abela fixated. Armand's light laughter filled his ears. Laughter that inexplicably Abela has been waiting for lately.

Armand stopped his laughter slowly. His hand still plays Abela's haircut. Sometimes his fingertips tickle the skin of his face.

"Your hair is red. Seemed to be in accordance with your call as an evil witch." Armand was silent for a moment after saying that. Like thinking of something.

"When my sword pierced through your chest at that moment. Tears flow in your blue eyes, but your pale lips smile." Armand was silent for a moment. "At that time, you looked happy ..." he continued.

Abela was still glued to Armand's shady face. If Abela can, she wants to dive into Armand's mind. What was that man thinking? What is he looking at now? The face of her dead boyfriend? Or is he in this body?

"I was happy then" replied Abela Parau.

Abela smiled wryly, was her mistake so bad that it made the Gods not allow her to fall asleep quietly in nature there? Is he living to feel lost once more? Or this time when he left, would anyone cry for him?

"Before you tell me. About this truth. You look happy too." Armand said again. He just wanted to say what was in his head. He doesn't want to hold it anymore. Just this time.

"You're right, Armand. Sometimes I regret telling you. I just don't want to be selfish." Abela replied in a calm tone. Even in his head, every memory and worry piled up.

"You? Selfish?" ask Armand quietly.

"Yes ... I don't want to deceive myself. Everything you and those people gave me. It was for Abela Isla. Not for me." Abela's gaze dimmed again. He wanted to sever his gaze from Armand's gaze. But on the other hand, he was afraid of not being able to stare at Armand like this again later.

"Is it heavy? To be someone else?" armand asked, his voice sounding more raucous.

"Entahlah .. is not difficult actually. It's just about the contents of my head" Abela replied as she smiled a smile.

"What's in here?" Armand stroked the head gently. His elution made Abela sleepy. His eyes were too heavy to be forced to endure to not fall asleep.

"Many ... feels ready to explode at any time ..." said Abela Lirih. His eyes were half closed.

Abela didn't hold him back anymore. He slowly closed his eyes and felt comfortable. Then a dark look. He still felt Armand's hand on his head. Or Armand's lips stuck to his.

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