Love Disease's
Chapter 13
The main task of man is to worship his Lord. His good worldly affairs are placed at numbers so that the religious chapter is carried out. Dean puts Leona in second place before him. So when he received a short call from the Miss, he rushed to the city center.
Shocked and panicked became the first reaction shortly after he met the penthouse unit. Hownot? Living-room conditions that were originally neatly structured, are now ravaged. It was horrible as if the robbery had been broken. The shard looks scattered. The white carnation that was originally sweetening was tragically floundering.
His back was bent on picking up the scattered books. But the red traces that stained the old ash floor increased the sense of alert. Dean widened his gaze and found the Miss standing behind a glass wall at the very end of the room. The man got up, laid a pile of books on the wooden table.
“Dean ...”
The figure who sizzled his name, staring sedu and anxious at women wearing mamba style that is very noticeable is chaotic. “You'd better sit down. Allow me to clean your wounds.”
Not heeding the assistant's request, Leona slid her fingers into the hair strands, crashing her pulsating head. He's fidgeting. “I'm scared, Dean. I'm so scared. I'm afraid he's gone, I'm afraid of losing. Ssshh.”
“You will not lose. Let me help you sit.”
Dean embraces the narrow shoulders of a leather jacket. Guide the woman he loves to the cream sofa carefully. After slipping the navy suit on half-opened thighs, he hurried to the kitchen, grabbing any containers that could be used to hold clean water. Not to miss the small towel he brought as a complement.
“You know, Dean, how hard it is that I separate them by exposing the lies. I waited patiently for the time bomb to explode. But look, that brash woman shamelessly still teases my Felix. What am I supposed to do, Dean? What if Felix leaves me? I don't want to be left out again, I don't want to, I don't want Dean. Ssshh.” Back, Leona crawled her wavy mane that had tangled her masai. “No, it can't be like this! I've fought too much, Dean.”
The mega storm was overflowing with greedy rationality. There is no visible residual sanity. As a person who has known the soul of the Miss for a long time, Dean considers it ordinary, even though the heart is overcome with compassion. Gently and painstakingly he sterilized bloodied legs pierced by broken glass. He should immediately contact the doctor to minimize the onset of infection, also will a small surgical procedure or not.
“Nona, listen to me talk.” Rainbow membranes with charcoal sheets highlight the pale face like bloodless. While drying the rest of the feet, Dean said, “Master Felix cannot go back to people who have lied and cover up the truth, especially they are not one belief. You better understand Mr Felix's character, don't you?”
“But they ...” Leona pressed her lips, unwilling to hurt her tongue reciting the forbidden word. “Felix was in love with him. They're in love, Dean. Then I ... I what? I'm nothing to him. What can make him stay with me if there is no me in his heart?” A pair of hands cupped in the face. “He is my painkiller. How can I live without him?”
Here's how if the trauma that shackles relapse. Leona turned another, completely foreign. It was as if exchanging souls with a crybaby woman who was optimistic. A mental sufferer like Leona should get special treatment from the expert. However, every time Dean persuaded her to take the counseling series, she protested loudly that she was not a patient.
“I've never seen you this illustration. Should I call Dr Hardy?”
“What did you say?”
An effective tactic when the opportunity is narrow is to trigger the name of the disaster trigger. No mistress Dean unraveled the question sentence veiled threat, because now the Miss has returned to her original appearance. Proven by fierce plotting that muzzles the succum.
“Dare to report, you!” Leona bluffs, following the action of slashing the neck.
Chuckling blandly, Dean rubbed his crumbling nape. The throat is also shaky. Nevertheless, there was no word of mercy for Dean to remain loyal to guard and guard. Sometimes Matthew calls him the servant. If the true psychological disorder of stockholm syndrome is real, then Dean's sublime adherence can be analyzed.
“Do you need anything?” in turn.
The chest cavity expands when Leona takes a deep breath. “Hm. I need you to do something for me. Find a way to meet him. I have to protect my Felix from the female fox.”
In the end, Leona remains herself, the cruel demon queen like the witch Jadis who is indiscriminate towards whom she confronts. If he thinks he can control the world with his power, then exterminating Jessica only takes one bullet and a burning determination.
“Dean ...”
“Ya, Miss?”
“Thank you.”
-:-
Not included in any agreement that states Felix must grant compensation to the former. Never did he ask to be loved as sincerely as what was revealed. Meeting Jessica at that time was already the height of gratitude. The woman he claimed to be polite and unapologetic was like a blessing from God, because only someone like Jessica needed to green the arid world.
“I don't feel responsible for you. What does it mean to marry?”
With tears, Jessica cried. “Pity me, Felix. I'm afraid of my father.” Sobbing bitterly, hoping his ex-lover will save.
“No, Jess. I can't.”
“Why? It's just a little help, Felix. I need status,” flocked Jessica.
Like the proverb 'do not eat jackfruit, but get sap'. Felix didn't even dare touch Jessica when they were dating. Just lips meet lips also feels very sinful, especially after knowing the beliefs held by the former. He is non-Muslim, but he understands how noble Islam is. Contact between men and women who are not halal partners is also illegal.
“For whatever reason, you and I can't be together. If you want me to help you, I will, but not marry,” Felix said. “Again, why didn't you ask his father for accountability?” he said on point.
Jessica looked down, her eyes moving restlessly at the dancing fingers. In the end, the most bitter reality he had to say. “A-I don't know who her father is. I hangover back then.”
Confused, Jessica regretted the act that violated the norm, and now produced a calamity that increasingly menghera was not able to hold her back. Growing up in the minority area leads it to an unguided circle of free association, to impact on the increasingly distant and deviated self of Islamic sharia.
“I'm desperate, Felix. I love you, but my father never gave me my blessing,” his brother is full of tears and tears.
There is also a memory on the day when the invitation of Satan managed to plunge. He realized, this was the reprimand for him who had been dzholim against God. Indeed, religion is not compatible if it is used as a parameter to measure one's actions. Everything depends on an embedded understanding of aqidah.
Felix was speechless. There were times when he behaved indifferently, but the confession was like a moss plant that eroded the rocks.
“You still love me don't you?” Steady for the sake of feeding opportunism, Jessica is buttressed in the greatness of the former's heart.
It is no longer the difference of faith that is the main problem, but the status of Felix which is no longer the same since the last month. He has been bound by marriage, so it is not as easy as toying. Unsettled by worry, Felix throws a reply.
“I'm married. It's inappropriate for me to have feelings for another woman while there's a wife by my side.”
“Do you love him, Felix?”
-:-
It didn't take her an hour to allocate time to talk to Jessica. Just go to the kitchen because he has been leaving the team working without him for too long. His credibility as a leader needs to be questioned if he often misses out while on duty. But his high enthusiasm suddenly lungsur so intercepted the wine taker and informed Leona's arrival.
“He arrived to coincide when you went to patio.”
His hazel reflexes scoured the tables of many visitors, but found no figure that locked the mind.
“Mrs Baker came home shortly after catching you there,” some men seven years older than Felix felt bad. “He left in a bad condition. I think he saw you with Miss Jessica.”
What is the meaning of the anxiety that stirs him now? How unconsciously he has been plunged into a sweeping ambivalent overflow. Felix was able to manage the overlapping and conflicting affections. Actually he was still wondering, where exactly is the name of the wife tethered? Maybe Felix needs a long pause to just hold the answer. Love is not detected in just one surprise.
Not spared his concentration scattered. From the moment he returned to the kitchen to set foot in the house, his focus was on one person. Last night's breeding could be a turning point in their story. And so, sitting in the bar stool, Felix reached into his pants pocket, picked up a cell phone to call. But just about to tap the screen, Felix forgot to save the number of the wife. Clucking, he did not even know everything related to Leona, whether it was email or SNS.
Ck, suck!
Without her noticing, elsewhere, Leona was executing someone.
To be continued