Love Disease's
Chapters 10

Leona wasn't kidding when she said she was going to file a defamation case until the death penalty. De jure, women who claim to be fans of Felix did not kill to eliminate lives, but if examined de facto, false recognition falls into the category of character assassination. As a result of his manipulative actions, Felix's career and reputation are threatened with destruction.

The two have now exited the building in walnut brown color, walking hand in hand down the building's courtyard which is packed with blue-striped white cars with NYPD emblems. Thanks to the cooperation of the police, there was not a single reporter who lined up to cover. Felix still needs peace of mind and security, despite the scandal that has cleared up and reached the detention stage.

"You sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" Leona tilted her head while looking up at her husband. Anxiety surrounded the nerves when he saw for himself how tormented Felix was in the investigation room.

"I'm alright's. Everything is alright. Don't worry," the man replied calmly. It does not imply any hesitation or discomfort at all.

"But I'm worried about you."

The incident of Felix falling from the chair due to panic attack, rewinded in the head. Leona sees herself as Bloom who is frightened, wrathful, and hysterical when Sky is killed by the electrokinesis power of Beatrix. Although in reality, Sky came back to life after being rescued by Grey through his CPR blood witch. But it cannot be denied how much anger Bloom has crossed the limit to evoke the splendor of the flaming wings of fire. 

“I'm like Bloom. She never cared about killing everyone with her fire power, as long as she could protect Sky, everything looks good. He's got a great love, but terrible in one time.” Leona raised her gaze, found Felix who was also unmoved and staring at his blue sea. “At times I can be a monster-like Bloom. I will never forgive anyone who hurt you. Trust me.” That hellish glow slammed into the figure before him. “I feel so bad for no reason. What's wrong with me?”

Felix took two steps. Instruction instinct next to his hand rose slowly, outstretched over the top of the head, then gently rubbed the mane that had returned golden brown. Not realizing it, a smile poured out. “Don't feel guilty, don't feel like you're doing something wrong.” For a moment we forgot the law that put it on the touch-limit poultice. The basis of legality as a legal partner eventually becomes a collision on the road to freedom.

Leona's enlarged pupils capture shadows that are not just imaginary. A cold drop touched the calf until it scattered a pink tinge. Some were revealed to the eyes that glittered. “You ... smile?” shoot timidly, skeptical if the scene was just pseudo. “Did you just smile at me?” leona's repeated half-doubt, but a loud voice confirmed that her eye projections were not deceptive.

Felix's head went in any direction. His hand that was perched comfortably on the crown, was immediately dropped. It was awkward like a husband who was caught off-guard in the back. “I thought you said you were hungry. How about we go there now?” felix pointed at the street across the street with a chin movement. Madison bagel & grill stand in front there, serving a special fast food menu for breakfast, lunch and dinner. “Come,” invite the man to step foot forward.  His fists were embedded in the pockets of his coats, preventing hands from assembling each other.

Every action has a consequence of creating a reaction. So naturally Leona interpret the presumption that is entrenched in the mind. Unfortunately, Felix negated his consciousness for a change. William James once said that the only meaning of thought is to produce faith. Faith is a real way to act. In practice, however, Felix denied the seeds of the faith, leading to a denial.

A meter behind her, Leona chased. The girl's smile was peppered at the husband who put his sunglasses back on. He turned his body back to walk backwards. As much as possible to balance the steps of Felix legged.

“Hey, you're smiling at me, right? Right, you just smiled at me. Aye, right? Come confess.”

The girl brandished and wiggled her two index fingers towards Felix who had been dodging back and forth. Unresponsive, Leona aligned herself and hugged the husband's arm. He didn't cut the lip curvature. His slender fingers crept down towards the man's warm palm, encapsulating it into a whole unity. The linkage reinforced Leona with a possessive hand.

“Please smile every day at me. Your smile is precious for me,” he said sincerely, pulling their hook and lifting them lip-aligned. Leona kissed the back of the hand many times. “It wasn't a pick-up line, you know (it wasn't a fistfight, you know), but the honesty of my heart is deepest.” The kiss is back anchored in the same place, but it takes quite a long duration instead of a drama cover.

“Well ...” Felix wet his lips. Even though Leona's behavior is too weird, as long as she does not rampage trance is okay. “I believe you then.”

The most debilitating thing for Leona was when their eyes clashed. But the expression of Felix without a lie is more powerful than that. On a whim, he shifted around, blocking the road by standing in front of the man and squeezing his shoulders. “If you believe me, smile then,” insist the girl imitate. “Do not want? I'll force you!”

His indisputable attitude always outperforms. So when Felix's gaze was about to pass, Leona hurriedly pierced the ends of the man's lips with her index finger, then pressed him upwards so that a forced smile formed that shuffled the stomach. The girl giggled amusedly at the quokka-like Felix, the smiling, marsupial mammal like a kangaroo.

“What a cute baby! Oh, my Hubby, you're cuter than baby panda. Oh my gosh!” Waves of laughter flowed low, Leona pinched the two tender cheeks without feeling guilty.

In his position, Felix is like a marionette doll that only moves in control. Although Leona tends to mamasungnya like a prisoner, but Felix does not deny the other side of his wife who is rarely set-up his life. The bad part is only when the girl activates the kage bunshin style and stalks it to any corner of the earth, to the ant hole even if it is caught.

“Do you agree if I say we look like Mr. and Mrs. Smith in black clothes like this?”

“Ha?” Felix turned to the side, at Leona who was clutching her arm tightly after being eroded by euphoria.

Feeling that the sentence is not right, Leona then attacked, “No, no, no. I mean, Mr. and Mrs. Baker. **S**ounds cool, doesn't it?” the correction, aiming behind the cengo face of the husband who is equipped with a smile. But then a moment later his expression changed. “Oh wait! But we're not gonna try to kill each other like they did, are we?” Leona rubbed her eyes like fingers touching her lips, suddenly feeling panicked by her own words.

Felix's heart jolted faintly. He glanced at it before his gaze straight ahead. “We are not assassins,”. “But how do you know you'll kill me someday, or I'll kill you? Who knows?” His broad shoulders are hardened.

Leona. “What kind of bad jokes is that? How could I be that bad? You wouldn't do that to me anyway, would you?”

“No, if you're being nice,” the man's light.

“So if I'm evil you'll kill me?”

“Yep.”

Delikan blushed eyes. Leona gaped in disbelief. “Tega once! Why don't you just kill that woman? He's already hurt your pride, you know!” hyacinth.

“I don't want to go to jail.”

For the umpteenth time, Felix's absurd answer, stimulating heat in the chest. Unfairly, why is Felix reluctant to kill the person who clearly pushed him in the pit of suffering, while his wife was actually threatened to perish? Can't he and the woman be compared?

“But why would you kill me?”

Felix was silent, following which their chatter paused as soon as he arrived in front of the glass door. From here they can see the activity inside. Leona entered first, then Felix followed after removing the doorknob. A cashier smiling kindly welcomed. Some visitors enjoy the menu. The rest stood near the storefront containing bagel bread arranged. The smell of cheese gives off a savory taste and makes drooling at one time. While Leona was sorting out the menu, Felix peeked out from the back as if it was a huddle.

“Do you still hate me?” The girl stared intensely at her husband. They've been sitting across. Leona tried to continue the delayed conversation.

“Actually not.”

“Actually not? What do you mean 'actually not'?” Leona's two arms piled on a table with a feature. His gesture resembled that of an interrogator, thus his shoulders looked taller and his eyes were as sharp as a dagger.

“It's not funny,” grumbled the girl, but endlessly followed in the footsteps of the husband who devoured nutritious food. Just looking at the ethics of eating the figure before him, the stomach that was kicking was aroused.

“Are you seriously going to kill me .. As if I made a mistake?” inquire, still firm for the sake of satisfying the gripping curiosity.

“Have you done anything wrong?”

Felix's response silenced him. It is unreasonable confusion. The saying 'meat gun master' turned out to work for the situation. The soaring Debaran, shredding all common sense until he was absorbed by his opinion. Felix is not a shallow-minded man, if he is like most men who are melted by his charm, then Leona is not suspicious if the man managed to find a pandora box. The size of Felix's human-quality freaking Baker, Leona was worried that she would be seen in plain sight.

“No,” the answer is weak.

“Okay then.”

Leona cleared her throat instead of avoiding her husband's swimming pool. “Omong-by the way, did you really not recognize that woman?”

“Samely no.”

“Is he really your fan?”

“I can't be sure of it.”

Leona's reply was stuck in her throat as her phone rang screaming for release. Then he opened the black clutch lying next to his hand and reached into the flaming object immediately.

“Dean,” told her husband, intending to ask permission. Then when the man gave a gesture of comfort, Leona lifted him up that very second.

“Hello, Dean.”

“You where? I'm in front of your condo.”

“I'm outside. What's up?”

Dean next explained about their agenda this afternoon. Leona even forgot about the important meeting with the fashion house who took her collaboration. Half a day with Felix seemed to eliminate the entire human population on earth.

“Five Madison street,” she said shortly after Dean asked about the address. The young man then promised to pick her up. As soon as the phone call was over, Leona turned her attention to her husband and revealed all the information Dean had delivered without exception. Felix responded with a nod of his head.

Within five minutes, they finished breakfast combined with lunch. They simultaneously came out of the cafe. But something unexpected happened. Leona was struck in shock upon encountering the apparition of a sweet smiling familiar male, standing on the veranda. Almost the heart jumped from the ribs so surprised he saw Dean there.

“Don't staring at my husband like that. I marked you, Dean!” hiss Leona whispered right in the ear of the man who 'still' labeled deviant aka gay. The smile reflex fades. Hearing the condemning sentence and death glare that stabbed a little more makes Dean difficult to swallow.

Felix tipped one eyebrow watching the interaction of the two. What he least understood was an intangible entity angling his heart. He did not know for sure where those foreign feelings were coming from. But one thing he understood, he was eager to drag and keep Leona out of the reach of the young man. Unfortunately, the mature plan is simply elitized in the imagination.

“You really don't want to come with us, Honey?” Leona came back and asked.

“No, I have other business,” refuse Felix immediately.

Leona's lips pursed. Not willing to separate, but realized, he and Felix did have a different activity. “Okay. See you tonnage. Don't forget our date tonight, hm?” offend the girl about their promise. Without waiting for an answer from the husband, an anxious kiss invaded the cheeks, following a wink in the eyes as a sign of ending the encounter this afternoon.

Until the girl disappears from sight, Felix is still fixated. Trance guided him in the opposite direction. He should not be this sad, but the shadow of the young man opening the car door with the warmth of a smile really disturbs the mind to freeze the cells of the body and motor. Even when the footsteps had led him to the kitchen room, he had not yet woken up. The affection that fulfills it feels untrue.

“This is wrong.” Wailing muttered. A blank look and a face that does not indicate an expression trigger a crowd of wonder kitchen residents, including nervous men who stand facing him.

“Sa-wrong?” The young chef was bright. “Ha-should I make it again?” One second ... two seconds .. three seconds, up to ten seconds passed, Felix did not even say. “Chef? Chef?” The chef's hand also wagged in front of the face, but still nil reaction.

Of course, Felix's incongruity led to questions from kitchen residents, including Timothy who was not stopping to observe the behavior of his best friend. Since coming, Felix just silence and stand with the palm resting on the passe table, as if he was watching the performance of the chefs, even though zero life in the eyes of the hazel if examined in more detail.

“Hey, Buddy! Wake up!” Only then did the dreamy man wink as soon as a shoulder pat was cast. Confusion seems to clearly color the tanned luminaries.

“What scandal weighs on you? The culprit has been caught, you don't have to worry about it anymore, don't you?” asked Tim concerned.

Felix shook his head and then sighed. “No. It'sit's nothing. Sorry.”

It didn't take long for him to fully recover. His hands clapped once, instructing everyone to refocus. “Come, work! Spirit!”

“Yes, Chef!”

To be continued