Love Disease's
Chapter 11's
As a child, the most terrifying thing for Felix was being confined for hours in a low-oxygen, lightless room. Had grandma not come in time, perhaps the angel of death had picked her up. He thought that the traumatic event he experienced that day would never happen again. But who would have thought, standing on ice rink in fact much more creepy than he ever imagined.
Standing stiffly while clinging to a guardrail, Felix watches Leona skate loose, mingling with other adventurers who are mostly children and puberty teenagers. As for the parents, sitting casually at the spot was available as a watchdog. Felix was getting rattled, plus his legs were starting to go numb. Knife-edged shoes in the sole make it have to keep the balans.
“Honey, will you stay there? Come on with me!” Leona, who was still playing in the middle of the ice rink, slid towards Felix and appealed to the man to move.
“No, I can't,” reject Felix firmly.
The girl approached, looking at the man nervously attached. Like Felix, will you forget your own habitat?
“You can't really?” rong.
“Hm.”
Had it not been in the public eye, Leona must have laughed to see the look of Felix's fear that almost like a toddler will be pulled teeth. But rather than indulging in a momentary lust that had the effect of humiliating her own husband, Leona made an offer.
“We will try it slowly. My Hubby won't be afraid of anything. Are you ready to have fun with me?”
At first Felix was not sure to obey his high curiosity about the sensation of playing ice skating - which honestly he had never done in a lifetime, but also his fault from the beginning agreed to the idea of his wife's childishness. Despite being peppered with the word forced, he welcomed the helping hand willingly.
Their dating plan, agreed last Monday, was in fact implemented this weekend. It was not she who disavowed, but Leona herself who broke the promise. Ingested busy fashion week and collaboration projects that almost collide, at least able to suppress the desire of the heart and stall it so far.
A matching baseball cap covers both of them from the orange light that floods. Inevitably their hands clasped each other, looking for areas of human silence to be free. This time, Felix did not open a gap to break away. He is not a perfect Gary Stu type character who is great and adored. He's just ordinary man who did not escape from disability.
Unfortunately, an overweight young man accidentally nudged Felix's back as soon as they were about to cover to the edge. The hand link was scattered, following Felix who was unable to balance himself to the bell and strayed, followed by a loud thumping sound when his butt was elegantly pounding the floor.
The young man was surprised and apologized many times. Leona looked about to scold, but Felix immediately prevented it by raising his right hand, hinting that he was fine. Shortly after the adolescent man left, Leona stuck out her arms while looking at Felix filled with anxiety.
“You okay?”
A little troubled, Felix stood up slowly with Leona's hand as the handle. Even though his butt hurts not a bitch, but Felix never shows.
“What is pain?”
A gentleman is not willing to admit defeat, so Felix chose the white lie path in order not to be seen as weak. For him he was quite tired with these damn skates, sick because of a fall was not too bad to worry about.
“I'll be fine.”
The unexpected thing then happens as shiny as hiraishin no jutsu Minato when Leona's pull ends in the arms. Without a clear musabab, Felix's heart rippled. The pauses felt translucent to the back. But again the man berIQ 150 refused to be prejudiced. It is irrelevant if the work of the heart is associated with romance. Felix who is logical minded, believes that what he feels now, is limited to shock after being dragged by humans.
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The breeze tickles the epidermal layer. The fresher-looking husbands rest in an open-air cafe that is still one location with ice rink, precisely in Bryant Park which is on 5th Avenue. After an afternoon drive around, from Lower Manhattan to Central Park, then turn around through St. Patrick's Cathedral - a historic Catholic church where their wedding took place - Leona requested a short stop at Sephora, followed by a teenage date in the city park.
Felix realized now, women like Leona is indeed the most complicated and difficult to understand. Sometimes he agreed with Timothy's accurate expression when advising him that twilight. Not only yesterday or a while ago, fill the complex girl's head, also applies this second. For example, when the girl announced that she wanted to take care of her body shape with few calories, the reality is that Leona ordered a variety of menus to sip on a round table with marble elements measuring about 40 inches.
“Oh, wait, wait, wait!” The girl stretched out one hand, displaying a stop sign to Felix who had not even touched a plate of chocolate cake.
Leona's deft motion shifted the white ceramic plate so quickly. Know-how one scoop of vanilla ice cream moved to his plate. While he swapped it for a piece of chocolate cake that was still his partner. Felix was just looking flat, as if this scene was no longer a surprise.
“You better eat these chocolate cakes. The bitter and sweet fused together will make you feel happy and you will smile at it. Don't you ever think about eating ice cream. I don't allow that. In addition to preventing your cold level from increasing on me, it's not good for your health,” said the girl smiled beautifully, then tossed a plate containing two pieces of chocolate cake without ice cream in front of Felix.
Feeling a victim of deception, the sharp-eyed man glanced alternately at the round plate and the flickering Leona. “You're pranking me?”
“No. I'm actually disguised as a nutritionist today. Don't you trust me anymore?”
“You grinning,” refuted Felix incessantly observing his fervent wife since earlier. Denying though, he knew better the girl was trying to prank herself. Felix didn't order this menu anyway, even if he wanted to.
Not immediately answering, Leona scooped the ice cream and stuffed it into her mouth to the brim. His lips were also curved until concave. After being swallowed whole, he filed an exception.
“My mouth is full of ice cream. I can't cope with my smiling lips, 'cause this ice cream is so tasty and sweet.”
His outstretched fingers picked up a piece of salsa chips, slipped it into guacamole sauce, and then poked it on vanilla ice cream. Without hesitation devour it to sound crisps. He was even very happy with just that. Looking at her, Felix was resourceful, so Leona had eaten as much as two servings of fried fish flour and shrimp tacos. Isn't it full?
“You should also eat that chocolate cake. Hm?”
“I don't like chocolate cakes, ” Felix said no soft tone, but his heavy and deep voice type made Leona addicted to hearing it again and again. The girl giggled.
“You don't like me either, but you married me.”
Felix wet his lips. Its very distinctive style provokes a sense of anxiety. The man then shook his head while lamenting two slices of chocolate cake that he could not swallow. A moment later, he recalled that a man held was his words. He agreed to his wife's request last week for an apology. Then whatever obstacles and risks he has to face in order to keep his good name as a real man.
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Unsatisfied to beguile him with ice rink and chocolate cakes, Leona still tried to tease. His body being dragged to a carousel proves suspicion. The girl's burning spirit incited her soul to retreat, though Felix repeatedly refused to ride the horses. His childhood history was never as excited as it was to be an experience. He traded his childhood for something painful.
“I never thought to ride it.”
“Please, I want to go there. It's been a long time since Matt went to college, I've never played around like this again. I'm just a little girl.”
It was not Leona's debilitating look, but the girl's deadly coercion that overthrew the firmness. Felix wasn't sure if he'd survived after getting down from there. His feeling was too strong to guess what happened next.
“You are not a little girl.”
Leona's ninja path is urging the victim to the point of being depressed. Felix's resigned face clearly depicts submission. Any resistance will always be met by war. Giving up was always the last option despite his angry heart. It's okay as long as you get peace afterwards. Felix will be a good boy who is obedient, just this once.
To be honest Felix preferred riding a real horse with Timothy in Nashville on summer vacation last year, rather than a hoax that could potentially mentally race to the brink of consciousness. In severe cases, calm stomach acid will roil up to the base of the throat.
When the spear of misfortune really hit the heart, Felix staggered down the merry-go-round with his lips silenced. His head was dizzy uncontrollably. A desperate gate was waving at the end, and he had prepared to detonate the gunpowder that shook the ventriculus aka the hull.
“Felix! Felix, what's wrong with you?” Leona panicked herself. In the mist, she ran to pick up her husband.
Understanding the situation, the girl picked up a haphazard Turkey burger from a paper bag. Segesit also he handed the paper bag to Felix who needed it. Away from the traffic, Leona rubbed Felix's back with one hand. The man leaned over and instantly spewed out all the grumpy in his stomach. What a pity he is.
“It's just merry go round, why did you get like this?” restless of the girl, her forehead creased. “I am so sorry.”
Would Felix forgive after being beaten with torture?
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Take it easy, Felix is not a vengeful husband despite all-out mistreatment. He stay alive, that's the main point. Do you know, a few hours ago he almost died glaring because of the wheel that invaded the wife? Reasoning to replace her tepar, Leona drives like an occupying diuber. Indeed Felix loves life more despite a weak body of power. So as much as possible he persuaded Leona to change positions.
And here they are, sitting quietly in a quiet basement. Errata, only Felix was pensive himself, because the wife was really curled up as if forgetting the act of near-suicide. Felix did not scapegoat today's havoc as the worst day of all life. The tragedy that had been stalling had greatly exceeded expectations. Everything that intersects with Leona is always an anomaly.
The impulse of the heart formed a thin smile, Felix was intrigued by one self-licking fact to acknowledge how much he enjoyed this day with happiness and feeling great. Strange, it should be for someone he rejected, Felix doesn't need this nonsense. But, if he was willing to consider and look at it from a different side, there would probably be no clapping hands.
“Felix, have we arrived?” The sound of muttering beside his body spread contemplation.
No doubt Felix replied, “Hm. Come down, it's best to sleep inside.”
“Why don't you just carry me?”
Felix delayed opening the door.
“I read often in novels. If a woman is asleep, her partner will carry up to the room,” clean girl hoarse, still clenched because of sleepiness that has not dimmed.
“You're up, you have a pair of legs and you can walk on your own,” Felix denies as it is. Humans are as straight as themselves are more likely to judge from a reality perspective. “Come hurry up, it's late enough.”
Without helping to remove the seatbelt as Leona illustrated, Felix got out of the car just like that. The girl clucked, snorted and suddenly became very cool. Lazily he stepped on the floor of the parking lot, leaving a black Porsche who was a silent witness of the dating event, then followed the husband who walked the lead.
“Do you mind if I borrow your shoulder?” ask the girl as soon as the twin doors of the elevator shut.
“No.”
Instead of utilizing approval, Leona leaned comfortably on the shoulder as hard as she wanted. “I've never been so happy as when with you. Are you the same?”
Leona found the seeds of the husband's eyes that were just glued forward. Once he asked in his heart, what did Felix really feel when he was with him? Regretting you? Sick of it? Don't smile, look at himself. It's a question to remember Felix had dated another girl at one time. How cute he was to witness his man so good doing the role.
“Who are you happier with?”
Felix took a quick look. “What?”
“I or Jessica?”
That thick, firm black eyebrow was barely spaced. “What do you mean?”
“Between us, who makes you happier?”
Pause of the conversation gave Felix time to digest as well as to process the exact and calculated reply sentence. “Nobody, I'm happy because of myself,” he said frankly.
Dissolving Leona dives into the corner of the jaw that is firmly elbowed, then runs up to the dense eyelashes that vibrate as they blink. “Then I'm happy because of you.” He smiled, but his eyes turned blank. A past story that settles in memory, floats instantaneously.
“You know, my father was a workaholic, he never had time for family. My mother also prioritized her world. They often argue to the point of slamming things. They fight all the time, hurting each other, either with words or real wounds. I saw it for myself, blatantly in front of my eyes.”
Felix was flabbergasted, spontaneously looking to the side. But there were no tears there, only a reddened nose and curvature of the lips that held much meaning.
“One day they decided to divorce, I am grateful and very relieved, but my heart is hurt without knowing why. I feel abandoned, my life alone. But luckily there was a kind boy that God sent me in the silence of the rain, he covered me with his jacket, and an umbrella that protected me. At that time I thought, he is my angel, as well as happy me in the future.”
Their eyes drilled into each other's opponents. The worn-out tape is looming on the head in a blurry black-and-white. Both imbue retro moments with different versions. If Leona assumes Felix erased all memories, she is wrong, because Felix never forgets them even though they are vague.
“Is your family happier? Are your parents better than my parents?”
Felix's reaction became unexpected. The man immediately turned his face. And dry air flocked. Felix's misty residence breaks into an insoluble mystery lock. Unfortunately, suspicion soared, distracted by the elevator doors that opened. Felix's antipathy is getting worse.
Leona had no preparation to pursue Felix whose steps resembled millipedes. In his perception, Felix is just a prostitute who tries to run away from a girlfriend. Sadistically, the man even had the heart to slam the main door while he was still fighting with a foot swing in the hallway. The incident excites his brain which then fell into the snoring. Thus, being unable to he had to unravel the riddle.
But the disaster came before when Leona was determined to reach her husband, knowing she even tripped on her own shoelaces. Kontan alone, he screeched, “Felix! Oh no!”
Like a slow-motion scene, Felix seemed to turn to the source of the sound following his unhelpful flat look. Leona's eyes widened and her lips half-opened. His hands stretched forward as if warning Felix to step aside. Because the timing is not right, Felix did not have time to avoid.
In the end, the man fell to the floor for the second time, the severity of Leona's body also collapsed. Felix was closed to feel the crumbling of the backbone, so the forehead kiss between the forehead that he was afraid to make a concussion. The complaining voice turns to air. But in between the pervasive pain, Leona felt a strange pulse that invited amused.
“Felix ...,” is sizzling. “What is your hand massaging my butt?”