Love Disease's
Chapter 15's
Forty-four days sailing the household ark, this time Leona was late to wake up when it was past five. Wearing only black shorts and half-wet hair, Felix uncovers a brown mocca curtain. The shirtless man then looked at his wife who was not even disturbed despite the light. Because of the call of Duty until late, the woman so forget the hours of sleep that should be.
Not according to any, Leona will continue to run romusha or badly play as if the most suffering. Then Felix remembered exactly when Leona became a sejinak cihuahua. Probably two weeks ago when his guess was right about a deliberate foot injury. The reason is unexpected. Manalagi as long as he treats and replaces the bandage, his wife's shoulder is speechless.
His dewy feet then stepped towards the bed, where his wife was still sound without blankets with arms and legs stretched. Fortunately Felix had already stopped before his body was targeted. Slowly he sat down by the waist, rubbing Leona's upper arm which was endowed with a bright shine. The woman muttered incoherently. Delirious to make croissants. Felix is hard to handle the stoning tickle.
“Hey, Idler, wake up!” In addition to sharing the room, food, vehicles and - mm - bodies, often they are also uniform in speech.
Urung opened her eyes, Leona actually held her hand tightly. “I don't wanna wake up, Daddy,” lamented the lady was licking. His nose also sniffed the creeping masculine scent. “You smell once. Let's go to bed with me again. I promise you, I'll hug and kiss you. Hm?” He pointed the big palm at the soft cheek and a mochi cake. “I don't mind patting your ass.” His blue eyes peered, following the eyebrows that moved up. “The front one can also. Here,” the chaos while giggling.
If Felix was still fighting Leona, he would have been disgusted and wanted to vomit. But things have been rolling to some degree. No more Felix who faces shoes or swear words. One by one Leona's achievements to melt the heart of the idol are now obtained, although Felix's movement is a little slow. It's okay, anyway they're not competing smartly.
“Wake up or I throw into the bathtub?”
Leona snorted poutfully. “Threatens!”
“Choose!”
Better to get along like tom and jerry than cosplay toothache. Actually Leona did not just swallow the ultimatum Felix that was just a joke, but her lips were monty analogous to a real duck donal. “Gallags!”
“A bright morning is good for sunbathing. I want to take you on a running match. If you succeed in defeating me, I will grant you whatever your request.” Felix is not the negotiating expert. But neither is his shallow insight about the science of persuasion. Several commercial films he starred in, along with Timothy who holds the title of content creator, he won a myriad of trophies.
In her cauliflower-sized brain, Leona devised crazy proposals that were likely to benefit her. Don't waste the opportunity while there is. To reach the current position, Leona even goes through the salt acid struggle. Like when you want to reach for despair, then there needs to be hard work without shortcuts. Something that lasts a long time will not come easily, and vice versa.
A moment later he got up, looking into hazel's eyes which sometimes turned bright brown. “Okay, I agree! But one thing you have to remember, you're a no-no-no-no. So to guarantee it you have to promise me,” the sparkle at the same time pointing the little finger in front of the face. “Pinky promise.”
Cupid's bow the man lifted up faintly. “Pinky promise.” The two non-congruent constructs also end up linking to each other. Despite the first experience, Felix did not feel awward acting like a child.
Leona refused to untie. “Wait! I have—”
“Terms?” guess Felix was on target.
Unnerved by her husband's predictions, Leona was stunned. “How do you know?”
“You open book, easy guess you.”
Unfortunately Felix was only able to see what it looked like. There is a page that cannot be read. A kind of encrypted secret message and he's tired of parsing passwords.
“Whoa!” Not blinking at all, those blue eyes probed an incomparable enchanting creature. “So all this time you've been watching me?”
“You in front of my eyes, how do I not notice you?” reply Felix as it is, because Leona is always around him, if not in front, yes behind. Or a trailer like a trailer.
“It's not the worst pickup line.” Smirking like the happiest man on earth, Leona is now patenting Felix is an invisible and genuine endorphin.
“Do you rate me that low? Even my words are better than seduction.”
“Whoa ...” Leona silenced her lips. “For real? Oh, my God, you got me poisoned in the morning.” Tears almost came out so amused and happy. His cheeks were blushing without a hue. Maybe Felix had time to do meditation on myoboku mountain and guided directly by Jiraiya the pervy sage until he became so sweet. Really crazy. She can't even imagine it.
Although thought to the bald head about what innovations cause the husband's sugar levels to increase, Leona believes in one thing that progress is impossible without change. Their relationship has progressed, so it is natural to be born a change. What else is there to doubt? Isn't melting ice block a dream?
-:-
Waving a white flag is not always a game over. The peace pact is also not the cause of Felix being friendly now. In order to learn a formula whose complexity level defeats the Helmholtz equation, he is willing to remove the title of ignorant. To support the research, it is not his responsibility to include a test tube to conduct qualitative tests. Will he be able to identify the content of the compound contained in his wife or not? We will see.
Once upon a time he even cussed at the sound of Leona's laughter as terrible as a crow. In contrast to now who actually likes the smile of the woman who is as beautiful as a peacock. Leona who overacting often he blasphemed, but after exploring a long tempestuous night, the route turned wherever the wind direction paraded. The question is, can a pair of pathetic humans come together across round after round?
“You must give up! That's the condition.”
Felix turned to the side. His wife had changed into her color jogging suit. They prepared with Leona who put up the horses. The positive energy just spread to him. “No, no. Disagree. It's a game and we have to play fair. I'm not giving up. If you want a champion, then you need to try.”
Leona squinted at the eyes of a myopia man. The rules of the game are like this. When other couples are compact in achieving a common mission, instead they compete with each other, proving who is the most powerful and powerful. Leona who had great ambition and an invincible soul was challenged. “Okay! I must have beaten you, hear that.”
“Okay.”
Three backwards, they're on standby. In the fourth second, the legs of the conflicting ranks of size swung about in pursuit of the long route ahead. Both encourage fighting spirit with overtaking. The distance of about 1.5 kilometers from the bottom of Manhattan Bridge to Williamsburg feels shorter than usual. As he was about to reach the finish line, Felix suddenly slowed down and gradually came to a halt. The observed mane that dances is equivalent to the emperor who runs.
Last time's affirmation of how much Leona loved her, would support the locked eyes of the heart open slowly without coercion. This is what Felix hoped, everything went natural was simple. With a smile-studded step, Felix moved closer and closer to Leona, who looked stingy but happy. The woman then ruffled her waist while throwing taunts at him. Scratch and fingers do not escape enliven a sense of pride.
While saving the fingers to the tracktop pocket, Felix replied, “Sure. Just tell me what I have to do for you.”
Triumph activates an authoritarian person who hibernates. Leona's right palm floated and moved around, hinting Felix to look up at her. “Sini, I'll tell you.” Little by little it kills distance. “More,” instructions Leona when glancing at her husband who had ripped forty centi from her.
Unwilling to waste time, Felix quickly raised his legs, then stood one inch in front of his wife. He thought Leona would whisper and prank as usual. But beyond expectations, the woman actually deviated and planted a long kiss on the side of her face. Friction of the chewy object no doubt spur a warm swish on the chest.
“Hey, you. Yeah, you, the apple of my eye (someone who's precious to me). There's nothing I want in this world but you. Only you're. Yeah, just you.”
And that warm feeling slowly crept up into a soul-destroying heat.
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On the second floor of his restaurant, Felix evacuated Leona. A boisterous sound came from the kitchen they filled. The weather is quite cold approaching the transition season arrives. But the body that sweat accommodates the AC remains lit. Dumping the bread dough, Felix locked his wife's back while teaching her to cut the red tomatoes. Instead, Leona's observations focused on the firm grasp that surrounded her fingers. Every time Felix moved their hands to slice, Leona flickered.
Sometimes he turned to the side to listen to the beautiful breath that breathed on his shoulders. Then there was one moment when their gazes hit each other. “Why do you see me that way?”
“Did I see you?” ask the man back, stopping the stare-to-gaze action while returning to the tomato slices.
“Then what do you see if not me?”
Critical-minded people like Leona are not satisfied with one answer. Like most people who are endowed with high curiosity, he also has a tendency to digress thoroughly.
“Your eyes's. Your blue eyes are beautiful.” Along with his honest words, Felix immediately cut off contact and switched to kneading the batter.
Accustomed to receiving rewards in the form of praise from fans and people he knew, Leona felt invulnerable. But what happens if you hear it directly from the mouth of someone labeled husband? It is no longer a phenomenon, but it is the greatest miracle that has never been imagined even in a dream. Inevitably, his heart was so open as the cherry blossoms that also bloom.
“Wow!” And there arose Leona the troublemaker who was happy to disturb the concentration of high-postured aesthetic beings. “Is that true?” In between leveling the dough on a square baking sheet, the man cleared his throat. “I am truly magnificent, and I know it.” His smile shone like the sun.
“The blue eyes and my face are limited. You know, nothing can resemble, not even my father and mother though,” he started the fairy tale. “Daddy always says I look like Matthew, but only one percent. The rest I don't look like anyone.” Raising his index finger, he still felt at home watching Felix sprinkling a mixture of pesto and other spices on the surface of the inflated dough. “Isn't that amazing?”
Leona's line of sight followed Felix who had just passed her. The man had not yet finished handling the raw focaccia that had been herded into the oven and left to bake.
“You must look like your mother,”, he said, then answered by himself. “Most boys look like their mothers. Do you agree?”
Unbroken, Leona follows Felix who is washing a dirty bowl and his friends under the shower.
“So tell me, do you look like your mother?” Without waiting for confirmation, Leona spoke again, “Tell me what your mother looks like? You've never introduced her to me.”
Hazel Felix glanced at me. She wet her lips, before finally saying, “She has gone.”
“Pardon?” Literally Leona understood what it was to go, yet she did not understand the hidden meaning behind the word go.
“I don't have a mom. She was dead.”
Leona's motor is jammed suddenly. Same goes for his stiff tongue. The moment he always considered present was Felix's honesty and openness about the family. But if the news of grief is obtained, he feels all bad and dilemma. “Sorry, forgive me, forgive me for not knowing. I didn't mean to make you sad. I'm sorry,” regretted it with decreased intonation.
While Felix did not visualize the look of gloom at all. The man tends to respond habitually even smiling. “My mom has been gone a long time. Long before I could see it. For the sake of giving birth to me, she risked her life,” comforted her, reluctant to drag on in her long-forgotten destiny.
Felix's personal formation, following his principle of abstinence from harming women, including Leona, which he was supposed to destroy without rest, is the only reward for the mother who has sacrificed her breath for him.
The small step of the goal brought Leona to the body of the husband. Uninterrupted long intertwined a closeness that is not spaced. It is not the possessive deck that freezes the joints. It is only an expression of condolence that is slow enough to simply be implemented.
“Definitely very difficult big without a mother,” whispered sadly, propping up the head on a hard chest that was fluttering. Her nose motion is destructive, unknowingly turn on something else that is cornered.
Throat suddenly dry, repeatedly jakun up and down to minimize thirst. Ketar-ketir, Felix said, “That's not a problem. I'm used to.”
The heart rate gets wilder as strands of hair crawl down the neck to the chin. Felix felt heavily control the disturbing rumble. His eyes closed, trying to remove the shackled erotiss shadows. But the failure sucked in with the hand that took off the winding without hesitation. His gaze shut with a grey radiance. Leona was dazed at first, but soon understood where to wander when her lower stomach was stuck.
The laws of thermodynamics in AC no longer apply. They are actually sultry when the fight lips that dusty for a long time become opium. Felix choked his wife. Other fingers snuck into the hair strands and cupped the ears. The intense burning sensation is rampant. The heat energy seemed to be poring on them. The shift back both know-how reaches the limit until it hits the table. A pair of Felix's hands went down to his hips and raised his wife's body. The fondling did not come off in unison Leona's legs that wrapped around her husband's waist.
Like a koala, Leona hugged her favorite sturdy shoulder in line with Felix's steps that greeted the old ash sofa. His back was gently laid down unhurriedly. The five senses that are touched succeed in tipping the spirit to the maximum boiling point. The peak of patience was eroded when the movement of the hands racing through the remnants attached to the body. Pure jewelry instantly flooded the eyes. No less than Felix who explored first, Leona's stained fingers groped the stomach to the hairy chest.
Pushed by the burning tempest, Felix quickly brushed the legs of his wife, unhesitatingly immersing himself in the warmth that gripped the soul. Only the voices and the veils of the face speak of how favourable the heaven of the world is.
To be continued