Love Disease's
Chapter 14's
Fighting is annoying. But fighting is an important component of life. Struggles build strength. As Arnold Schwarzenegger said, Strength does not come from victory, it is your struggle that gives birth to strength, when you face adversity and do not give up, it is power.
Leona understood the quote as she made it happen. Who is the hero in life? It's yourself. Therefore, it is not necessarily questionable why he is here, face to face with the woman who was then begging for the husband. Clearly, maintaining a partner is a must, a fundamental thing for the integrity of the household as well as the future.
Although not yet obtained permission from the doctor because his injuries still need recovery, Leona insistent want to demand calculation. Problems will spread more if not immediately resolved. Instead of accepting Dean's help, he faces alone to the meeting place. His steps were steady and steady like an officer who was about to plunge into the battlefield.
“I regret not inviting you to a more decent place.” He looked to the right side. Impregnate the beauty of the orange that broke on the horizon. The bias is studded in the Hudson river that stretches as wide as the ocean. “I just need to talk to you for a minute.”
The breeze wiggled the children's hair. The woman who was about a meter across from him did not appear to depict any features. Cloudy and absentminded curbing expression.
“What do you want to talk about?”
As cold as the autumn twilight. The tremors were muffled by the rustling of the oak trees that were hit by the baby. Yellowed leaves also fall near the shoes.
“I hope you can protect me, for my sassness that ruined your relationship with Felix.” Acknowledging a speck of guilt for destructive illegal acts, does not diminish charisma. Against Jessica, Leona will be meek despite tasting her lifelong rival.
“I'm sure you're the one,” Jessica said, developing a meaningless smile. But in her blue eyes, Leona witnessed the obvious scorn. Such a connotative sentence is set forth in literature.
No human being as generous as Leona volunteered to send intimate portraits of her and her ex to her father. Not surprised at all, Jessica even testified how obsessive Leona was towards Felix, especially when they were still tied together. Although never complained about Leona's frontal attitude, Jessica did not deny the disgust that stifles in each breath.
“Well, I only have one choice. My actions may have complicated your life. I understand that this is my fault, and I apologize for what happened,” I Leona sincere though swagger wrapped.
Slender thin terpatri. “What else needs to be regretted, all has happened. I'm devastated now,” sighs the withered-faced woman, clarifying the speech through her grubby pendar. “This is not your fault, my own fault is shallow-minded and cannot take care of yourself.”
The words of the ex-boyfriend of the husband are not satire, but the listener interprets that. If others judge him a barbaric figure, then there is no need for him to pretend to be an angelic heart. Do not also add the word can not bear to actualize evil predicate.
“Then can I ask you not to disturb my husband? She's no longer your lover. Your relationship won't work if you stay together. Please, just let him go for me. Can you?” press Leona impressed pushy.
“I need him for my—”
“I need him like water. He's my husband, please stop the revenge. Because I can repay you more cruelly than this. Anything I can do, anything,” cut it is indisputable. His eyes are sharp.
“I just want mine back. Please, don't be like this. You're perfect, you have everything, your future is good. I have nothing, my life is ruined. Only Felix can accept me sincerely, only he can save me,” whining the woman broken charcoal, pointing Leona with a sad mouthful of sadness.
Leona's eyelids are narrowed. While regulating the roar of breath, he luked, “You're pregnant, aren't you? The fetus does not belong to my husband. And you want to sacrifice innocent people for your baby? You want to ruin someone else's life to save yours? Seriously? You're not sane (you're not sane).”
His stinging vocals invite pollution. The coolness of the air changed heating up simultaneously the fiery neutrals. Leona has long been guided by a paradigm that when you love, make someone you love happy and meaningful, not burdened with endless problems.
His attention that was still attached to the face languished in front of him, quickly moving forward. Her attenuation was low, staring at Jessica who was only nose-high. “I warned you. Stop now, because I .. can act even crazier. Don't come to my husband anymore. I have a limit you can't cross.”
In front of her, Jessica was bowed, following the collapsing crystal sweat. Jolted by a whole string of facts. Conscious too, his determination has entered the act of exploitation. Merely protecting himself, he actually used Felix as a shield.
He should have pondered, why did God separate him from Felix? Why did God give her such a strong rebuke? Wh why? Because God was longing for him, God was waiting for him to repent and keep him from apostasy. How God is Most Forgive, Most Merciful.
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Perih in the soles of the feet new felt after hours of wandering indeterminate direction. Leona limped after exiting her husband's Tesla. Unexpectedly, getting hit by a shard of shard will hurt this much. If he had listened to the advice of a doctor who advised him not to move much, he might not have suffered this much. The confusion needs to be stripped down.
To get to the door of the unit that did not reach one kilometer, he needed ten minutes of mileage. The plan is he will immediately take a shower and fall on the mattress. Two hours to prepare to welcome her husband. Thought at twenty o'clock in five minutes, Felix had not finished peppering into the restaurant kitchen as usual. Know-know-know the guy is in plain sight and almost make it up.
Honestly, he was still standing and not shifting a bit. Only his heart's pounding faithfully bounced. “Hai.” // “Hai.”
Leona silenced the lips that almost spurted laughter. How could they say hello at the same time?
“Whatcha doin here?” // “Where are you?”
The thin veil instantly eroded away. The two of them combined in a harmonious laughter. In the remains of an anarchist tickle, Leona was glued to her eyes at the melodious-voiced figure. The warmth immediately flowed to relieve the lungs. Blotted, he begged the universe to stop the time loop.
“Do you know what I want to say right now?”
Two pairs of netra surfed each other diving. There was a moment when Felix didn't realize his smile was as sweet as a gulali. “What?”
“You so fuckin' precious when you smile.” Its smooth palms elute spotted cheeks that feel rough and jagged. Leona judged Felix in a form like this. He is so damn hot and spicy (LMAO).
The lipstick receded slowly as Leona took off the touch. The space in his full heart was suddenly empty and lost. For no reason, Felix felt dependent.
“Where are you going?” leona asked as soon as she saw the neat appearance of the husband with a jacket and black shoes matching for nongki. Mr Baker who wants to meet up, anyway? It can't be Jessica, can it? Mana dares, he has eradicated even threatening. But if the assumption is true... oh, it can't go on!
Unanswered by the answer to the immortality, the man clasped his arms full of tenderness. “Log in.” Regardless of his appearance of wondering and being attacked suspiciously, Felix actually interrogated him back, “From anywhere?” As the door closed, hand checks were also cut off.
“Meet a friend,” welcome Leona, then her eyes squeak. “Where are you going yourself? Why is that handsome? Want to tease another woman?” his cleverness.
“Em .. friend. She's female.” Leona has a chest. Acting upset when he is worried. That tone is terrible. Keeping the carcass is disturbing, especially Leona is worried that Felix will be angry if he finds out he hit Jessica.
Whether realized or not, their gurgles clearly indicate something called possessiveness.
“Oh,” mutters, Felix rubbing beard trail sweep wife.
“Why are your clothes that casual? Who do you want to meet? You don't intend to cheat, do you?”
Instead of focusing on Leona's question demanding a reply, Felix is awkward by his wife's dragging footwork. “What's wrong with your feet?”
Suddenly Leona was stung to hear a heavy, sharp sound. At first he didn't expect the man to know about the injury he had. But the pain is natural. As great as anything is hidden, long ago also found, whichever is covered with bandages. “Oh, only small wounds. Not accidentally stepping on broken glass,” he said lightly. Leona acted calm so as not to be suspicious. Embarrassing if the ulcer is exposed.
Frowning, Felix was astonished, why serious injuries seemed to be considered ridiculous. “You okay? Why did that happen?”
Behind her back-body, Leona nodded. “Em. Don't worry, I'm literally fine.” While carrying his strappy boots, he smiled at Felix. “I go shower first, bye.” Give up one flying kiss before leaving. With a flirtatious glancing of one eye. “Oh, you haven't answered me. So where are you going to wear clothes like that?”
Felix cursed his wife who still touched on the context that had passed.
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For a few minutes, Leona completed the ritual of self-rest. He approached the dinner table after Felix told him the dish had been served. Hazel eyes at 12 o'clock always glanced at the skinning tub. Despite acting normal, Leona is sensitive to where the spotlight is directed. Where else if not on the legs of a similar mummy.
“Hm. It scented.” Her nose was smelling a thick parmesan aroma.
Decitan echoed as the chair was pulled. Felix decided to sit down in front of his wife. “I haven't had time to cook potato soup. It's okay, right, tonight we eat spaghetti?”
No face of objection. Leona seemed unconcerned at the idea this morning. “Oh, no problem. I like spaghetti.”
His right hand took a fork. Impatiently he dredged a sheet of pasta, rolling it into an evocative circle. In concept, food is a lure, then the truth is tested with increased saliva production.
“This is not meat. But I feel familiar.” Leona sniffed slices similar to smoked beef but brighter in color. “This isn't meat, is it?” Not only smelling, he also tasted with the tongue. The taste is delicious and distinctive kontan turn on the lantern on the head. “White truffle?”
A recognition was given to Leona in the form of one thumb and a thin smile. “You like?”
“I'd rather you.” Leona chuckles. “I love you three thousand, my iron Chef,” continues with coherence fingers forming a sign of love.
Need extra research for the strange symptoms that Felix feels, as well as a lump in the chest that tickles suddenly.
“Why do you love me?”
“Hmm ...” Muttering long, Leona pursed her lips while her index finger touched her chin. “I have no reason. I just know, I'll die without you.”
Felix is not completely in love. That intangible emotion actually exists, buried by another powerful and concentrated entity. It is only a fragile form of bud, still very premature when implemented. Potential to vanish is greater if not preserved wholeheartedly.
Amidst the gurgling of tap water, a pair of hands slipped under the armpits, snuggling warmly around his stomach and heart. The body then rests on the back, with a soft fragrance of pheromones that waft, Felix terlena. Cuddle is actually the most comfortable position that adds intimacy for couples.
“Give me permission to hug you for a moment.”
Felix called but could not see his wife's face. The silent voice resonated and made a sigh of agitation. “You why?”
“I am happy and thinking of a surefire way to melt your heart.”
For a few moments, silence fell. Leona did not speak again after laughing. This opportunity gave Felix time to talk and explain events that might have led to a misunderstanding.
“There's something I want to tell you. Surnamed—”
“Don't say anything.” Leona interrupted while tightening her embrace. “I know, you don't have to say.”
“You know?” Felix frowned.
“Everything,” firmly Leona, leaving no gap for the husband to mention another name.
“Felix.”
“Hm?”
“Will you leave me if I lie like him?”
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