Love Disease's
Chapter 12's
Felix's eyelids twitched in unison. There was a noise that led him to the conscious but not the bells. Continuous human vocal color on the knife beat on the cutting board is the cause, following the smell of baked potatoes that imprint the sense of smell. The painful and blurred cornea also disappears.
Felix pulled the body into a sitting without feeling any pain. Unmitigated also do the sit-up motion to ensure there are no injuries or cracks. Feeling all safely under control, he uncovers a blanket that covers one leg. Initially unsuspecting, but when wanting to move, the tail of the eye found purple bed linen tainted darken.
The tip of his finger swept out a smooth surface that resembled blood drying out. For a moment he was stunned, urging the serebrum to extract the memory alpa. Then stunned as the scene last night flashed through his head. How the narrative begins with each other flowing ointment on the bluish forehead, and somehow it continues the face-to-face that culminates in a kiss.
Felix held a head that was suddenly hot. His stomach was like thousands of butterflies flying. Naked, she rushed to the bathroom. His palm rested on the sink table with an upright look at the mirror. He examined the forehead which turned a reddish rash. The instantaneous disheveled self-reflection is reminiscent of the inevitable struggle.
The fragments then intertwined and became a comprehensive wholeness.
“You're a total fuckkup.” You're a real jerk.
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Only with the capital to brush your teeth and wash your face, Felix immediately into the kitchen room to check the situation and conditions. At least, the method is effective as an alibi so that the mode is not sniffed. As a result of living alone with a wife who likes to cheat, Felix became greedy. Let it be, he does not want his wife to feel great if he tells the truth.
His worries were indeed undeniable, although simple, his beastly crimes had hurt, because he also realized his wife was still pure when he entered. But when his feet were behind the chair, Felix was stunned to find Leona who was on her back with a mane. Not to mention the sound is not melodious too fondly humming the song.
Silly once, even he had no detailed reason why his lips were smiling. What happens in the brain due to forehead collision between the forehead? For a moment, Felix figured out how shining his wife would be if glimpsed from the right perspective. Just brushing the hair looks aligned wings that flap. When passing a baked potato pan from the oven, her face looked as beautiful as a fairy.
Is he not sane? Where did Felix insult the madness of Leona long ago?
“I was just guessing, at numbers and figures, pulling the puzzles apart ..” Coldplay, The Scientist.
His eyes followed wherever the step was leading.
“... question of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart, tell me you ..” The murmur paused, following the stunned look bouncing on his hazel iris. “... love me.” The girl who had held the title of woman blinked. A moment later, his wide smile was sculpted. “Hubby, since when did you stand there?” Felix scratched his jaw, his attenuation venturing anywhere, as long as it didn't stare at Leona. “You surprised me, but I'm glad to see you this early.”
Leona raised two square plates and brought them to the bar table. He told Felix to sit down while he served. Observed so, the clumsiness of the man gradually disappeared. Felix is back to his usual self. Not obeying it, he took a glass of mineral water to Leona while she bothered to make espresso for him.
“Twice baked potato with egg?” Saying that, the atmosphere of the American MasterChef judging segment seemed to move to the bar table, where they were sitting right now.
“Yes. The value may be below your standard, but don't make bad comments to me, I don't want to hear.”
Thin grinning, Felix took a spoon and fed mashed potatoes covered in egg yolks. He tones the taste. “Enak.”
Leona puffed her cheeks, smiling afterwards. “You're not entertaining me?”
“No. Try to rate it yourself.”
“Ohh, thank you.” One kiss is on the tip of the lip. The master only glanced, but the voice of the heart actually shrieked.
“Wow. It's a hard taste to describe. I'm stuck on the delicacy. I watched it in vain on YouTube. Leona Baker is amazing, and always amazing.” Leona monologues while mesam-mesem herself. Narcissism is an old disease that is difficult to cure. But Leona understood, that self-pride is a form of appreciation that no one else can give her. “Em, Hubby, can you make me potato soup tonight?”
“You want to eat more potatoes?” Felix asked in wonder.
Leona nodded. Kerling her eyes equal the puppies. “Maybe I'm addicted to potatoes?”
“Okay, I'll try to go home later in the afternoon.”
“Thank you so much much much, Love!”
Leona's arms infiltrated one side of her husband's body, clutching her waist tightly until the two were shaken. The kiss of the lips was the last thing that really shook Felix's soul until it collapsed. Earthquakes seem to lose when compared to how uproarious Leona's embrace.
The red devil stick fork behind his back grinned sinisterly. Not spared the cruel exclamation echoed ferociously. “Please be happy, son of Adam! But remember, also prepare yourself, because the tornado wind is waiting in front of your eyes!” The virtual creature laughed, then vanished.
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Mid-autumn, super busy kitchen activity. After the revelation of the case that entangles the Executive Chef, blasphemous humans turn to supporters. Some who are already embarrassed, or who are still prejudiced about Felix the man, no longer roar in the comments column social media. The netizen world was instantly serene and the restaurant also stabilized towards prosperity.
Success is not the end of a story. The human plot is not always smooth even though one polemic is resolved. Time is always moving forward, so the pulse is pulsating for a unified purpose. There will always be a test every time you sail the island, whether you meet pirates or sharks. Socrates once said, An untested life is not worth living.
So when a waiter told him that there were visitors who wanted to meet, Felix immediately came to welcome. Like fine dining restaurants in general that carry the impression of luxury, they also have etiquette in service. Felix's gaze then highlighted on the female figure that looked from behind. If carefully observed, the figure is not too foreign to be recognized.
And voila! The trap was on target once the eyes met the eyes. That figure is familiar. “Jess?”
“Hi,” greeting back the woman long black with a smile. “Sorry, ask you to come here while you are busy.”
Through the gaze, the woman called 'Jess' begged Felix to sit down.
“I heard you're married?” chirps the woman, the focus does not shift from Felix who always bewitching like always. Except for a diminished friendly attitude and unflinching attention first.
“Ya.”
Nodding a little, Jess threw a glance in the other direction for a moment, then returned to the man. The curvature of his lips was forced even though his round face implied disappointment. Armed with a strand of fortitude, she connects, “With Leona? Are you really married to him?”
“True,” reply Felix no hesitation. The past is still friends, even though he is not obliged to keep his feelings.
“I can hardly believe it. She's not a girl you can marry that easily.” That is, Felix was hostile to Leona for a long time, Jess certainly felt this was wrong. Her ex-boyfriend's decision is too crazy, it doesn't make sense. “You're not in a good relationship. You must have one reason I don't know?”
“When I do something that is beyond the limits of ability, I have a reason. Should I tell you everything, Jessica?”
No matter how he married, and what was fundamental, marriage was still a sacred long-term commitment, for two men had been united by a promise before God. Felix deserves respect even if he hasn't loved. As much as he appreciates Leona, he will not tell the story of his household to others.
“You don't like it, Felix. You can't go through a loveless marriage,” Jess provokes, insisting on opening her ex's eyes to get back on the right track.
“Married him was my decision. Although there is no love, she is still my wife. What's your problem?” sergeant Felix, it's getting uncomfortable connecting the conversation. The seedling grows in the heart without knowing why it is angry.
Jessica is too meddling with the ones that aren't her relatives. Felix suddenly compares with Leona's attitude that despite being the protagonist of Mother Gothel, she is a principled and opinionated woman. A woman who always tries to be the best version of herself. Felix witnessed for himself how Leona's emotions grew during the month she married him. Because she is a character figure, Leona never interfere in matters that are outside their relationship.
“I .. of course I don't accept. We were in a relationship for years, but you ended up with him,” if the woman was accompanied by teary eyes, holding a sob that urged to yell. “I know, it was my mistake that turned you into a stranger, you must have a hard time accepting me back.” It shrinks the water that just falls from the fertilizer. “Ya, this is fair for us.”
Absorb Jessica can not be equated with a resilient Leona and her hobby slammed.
Felix took a breath. There is no taste left in a pinch. In the past, maybe his heart ached watching the cries of the lover. Like an idiot, he was confused to find a way to calm and comfort at once. But now, even to say sorry or regret, his tongue was a lunatic, incapable. Obviously, his love is no longer intact, torn to pieces until it melts all over.
“Leave him. I'm not a good lover, but living with a woman you don't love is much worse. Flavorless wedding, will end no good.”
In fact, Jessica's attitude has come out of the definition of a gentle, patient woman.
“It's not your business, Jess.” Felix can't believe this woman is the Jess he's known for four years. What is it about her ex that seems so desperate? If it replayed the events, they were even finely finished. “What's your goal here just for that?”
Those wet eyes looked at Felix. A shred of hope flashed across the shimmering black iris. “Surely there is an important thing I want to say. But I can't say it here. So can we go to the terrace?”
Jessica's mess melts Felix's heart. “Sure.”
As their move to a more private place, Leona enters the restaurant in a spirit of independence, following an aura as bright as the blinding sun. He hurriedly confronted a man who was about the same age as Matthew. With a bottle of wine in hand, the man seemed friendly.
“Welcome, Mrs. Baker.”
“I am honored, because you have always welcomed me so well, Mr. Scott,” praise Leona.
Sommelier aka the wine gurgler chuckled. “Let the waiter take you to your seat, Madam,” he said as he glanced at the butterfly-tiered man behind Leona.
Soon Leona prevented. “Oh, no, no. I just want to meet my husband. I'll wait for him on the porch. Just call him for me.”
“Are you not waiting at the table alone? Looks like Chef is having a guest,” advice Mr. Scott, trying to stop Chef's wayward wife from seeing what she shouldn't.
“I prefer natural air. Is there a problem?” Zero percent of the psychic blood flowed, but the panic that was trying to drown was able to be smelled by it. Hidden messages if they make you suspicious. “I'll be there now. Have a great day, Sir.”
Unable to be detained, the man who was still in the initial position was in the ring. Regretting the delay, but what power, the Madam has already darted to the haram place across there. Jeri once imagined the uproar that might occur.
In fact, the mission to the side veranda is not as clear as hope. Leona's desire is only simple, waiting for the presence of her husband while relaxing in a swinging chair. Not yet realized despair, disappointed swallow soul. His breathing was choked, blood circulation was also speeding up. Leona experienced a strong pressure that spread heat in the center of the chest throughout the body to pull the veins.
“Like you, I also have a reason why you want to split.”
The voice was ringing the ears. Leona nailed in the doorway with eyes glancing alternately at her husband as well as the ex-titled woman. Oxygen seemed to be getting thinner and he was very sorry to choke the throat of the teaser. But stop him doing it because he does not want to use foul ways to destroy a suundal. Double shoot strikes when the woman in vain uncovers shocking news. Leona was shocked, dumbstruck, following the muscles of the legs that were slumping.
“What?”
“I'm pregnant. I-i'm pregnant. Please separate from him. Give me compensation for my sincere love all this time, Felix.”
To be continued