Love Disease's
Chapter 16's
It's not about the goal, it's about becoming the person that can accomplish the goal. What fancy thing is Leona's goal as long as the breath is still blowing? Make peace with Felix and keep an eye on his existence for the rest of his life without the man being distracted. Although not as romantic as Ed Sheeran in the song, but make no mistake, the eyes of Hazel Felix who glanced at the lyrics actually make a tick die.
In the creation of the universe, Almighty God requires six gradual days. So to win the heart of the ultimate crush, Leona who is only an ordinary human, certainly requires a tempo that is not instantaneous. No matter how much effort is collected, Leona never felt tired even though she had to go through rejection many times. Basically, processing is an essential technique in creating hope.
Since he was still cheeked until he both had a strand of gray hair, he consistently solidified himself to be commensurate. Growing up together under the auspices of education makes them often meet on every occasion. Not only in the world of work, in love classes are also covered by competition. Thus, Leona, who considers herself a fighter, doctrines the mind to stay afloat.
His light steps galloped towards the white shelf array on the side of the space. Be careful she returns the hairdryer she borrowed from her husband to where he was. It's not unusual to know Felix keeps a woman's special object in his room. Long before the scandal erupted and shocked the public, Felix was the busiest chef in the city, to be called the tallest man in his flight hours. Then even trivial things are needed to support everything.
While walking through thick books lined up neatly, Leona was misfocused when her neutrals intersected with black turntables equipped with several pieces of LP. New facts besides Felix has and reliably plays the piano, he is also a collector and connoisseur of music. No one thought, a tsundere man like Felix harbored a variety of talents outside his work that smelled of the kitchen.
Leona researched one by one LP whose number is not small. He read the names of world famous musicians. Such as; Frank Ocean, Jamie Foxx, Chet Baker, Donny Hathaway, Boyz II Men, and Cigarettes After ***. Unmistakably, Felix's classy taste is indeed in tune with his expensive and untouchable aura. This factor is also one of the reasons he is willing to burn in the blaze of romance.
For a moment he looked back, where the figure that filled the head was sitting scattered on the bed with attention centered on the nintendo switch in his grasp. Leona quickly left the shelf and joined next to Felix who looked unconcerned. Even the man was completely unperturbed despite the body being squeezed by him. The world and its contents would be nothing if Felix's attention had been locked on the prima donna.
“Serious once. Is Mario Kart more fun than chatting with me?” the sarcophagus was smooth as the hands wrapped around the firm, unmoved arms. Leona's attention was fixed on the beautiful chisel radiated, although the printed solemn look presented a childish aura. Leona wondered, how could this boy-like man have lived without the love of a mother? How does this poor man deal with the growth of age over time, while he has no accompanying mother?
“Is this how you exiled me? How long will you ignore me? Are you not satisfied with punishing me?”
Contrary to the upside with his nagging mouth, his sultry lips actually smirked. Punish? What a stupid question that is. So laughable. Her wild shadow with Felix a dozen minutes ago suddenly floated up and unconsciously roasted both cheeks. Hey, come on, a human like Felix who is calm and collected, how can it be so powerful to tear apart his lust? Even the speculation about Felix being asexual and not interested in human contact was instantly lost. Leona deserves to say, bye bye red flag.
“Sebentar.” The sound of baritone airs actually provoked his naughty mind to hit and kiss the lips as the color of peaches. Leona immediately shook her head, dismissing her near-realized evil intentions.
“How could you?”
Felix looked back at him. Flat and cold, the man muttered, “Now what?”
“Why are you so pissed off? I feel blue, you know.”
“I'm not.” As Felix turned, he did not mean to avoid his wife's contemptuous face. Chatting will be more convenient if nothing else bothers you. So Felix save the first game console on the head of the bed that is a sideboard. “Last you're the one who scolded me a lot. Don't you realize you've been violent to me? I've even obeyed whatever you wanted. Why don't you even see my kindness?”
Leona flickering. Stunned for a moment. Hardly sure a Felix said that to him. “What the ...? You .. you guilt-tripped me?! Are you really Felix?” The reflex she pulled on her husband's right jaw which steadily reduced the space between them. “I suspect you're possessed.”
The man's faint smile spread. Watching a plain face covered in a red hue is the most fun entertainment. This is the greatest discovery after so many weeks of knowing his wife deeply. Leona is easily tempted, and honestly Felix likes to do it— seduces his wife. Not knowing why, the stress that perched vanished just when hearing the ravings of Leona who bounced everywhere.
“Well, I said what too. You are really possessed!”
“I'm over the moon to hear your laugh, anyway.” Leona's warm palm greeted the man's warm cheek. The hot atmosphere suddenly shrank in a matter of seconds. Their distance was also exceeded close, even Leona could kiss Felix's lips if she wanted to. “Let's spill the tea.”
The most dominant reaction of the man is the forehead wrinkles and two thick eyebrows that rise simultaneously. “Unpacking truth which one?”
Leona changed her look to be as gentle as silk. His eyes were shrouded in sincerity and compassion. “We are on the same boat (we are in the same situation). I understand what you're feeling.” His breath hit Felix's chin which had been cleared of black spots.
“How come?”
Leona's eyes as bright as the sky collide with those of her honey-brown husband. “I also grew up without a Mother. Maybe you're sick of what TMI is, but you know, my mom left because she hated me, not just sacrificing what your mom did to you.”
“I wouldn't call you luckier than me. In fact, we both lost our mothers. I just don't want you to feel that grief alone. I will always accompany you,” he said smoothly while stroking the cheek of the husband constantly.
“Do parents hate their children? You don't deserve that.”
“He hates me because I'm blocking his life purpose. I shouldn't exist. But my father insisted that I stay. That's why I don't look like anyone, because even the woman who gave birth to me doesn't want my existence. Isn't he mean to me?” his speech was interrupted by a discordant obstruction. “Ah, no, I was much more evil because it was selfish and lasted until I was born into the world, when clearly he rejected me.” His breathing was so deep, he looked injured but never once shed a tear. “People think I live in perfection. They just don't know what happened to my life.”
Now not only Leona's hands are active, Felix who has been silent since then also rubbed soft cheeks and slippery porcelain wife. The inner two seemed to be fused together, bound by invisible threads. “Who said you don't look like anyone.” His thumb continued to twitch on the cheekbones and then moved to the clenched eyelids. “This blue lens, the prettiest lens I've ever seen, and I remember, it's a lot like the Mayor's. If I can be honest, you really look like your father.”
Leona smiled as she held the back of Felix's hand perched on the side of his face. “Your words are terrible, you know.” Trying to suppress the feeling of the haru who was seeping and tickling the chest, but Leona's efforts failed in vain once her teeth grumbled against each other. This time, in front of Felix, Leona was unable to hide her mixed feelings. “Do I have to be happy because you finally want to acknowledge my beauty?”
“If what I say makes you happy, then be happy, because I never lie when I say.”
“It's creepy,” comments Leona, looking at the handsome Felix who is getting brighter when a pair of hazel in front of him docked just for him. “Why are you so good? Don't be too good, someone has trouble letting you go because you're too good.”
“What—”
Confusion on Felix's face, as well as lovey dovey who had been intertwined, know-how interrupted so dimly they both caught the sound of the door open, followed by whining dogs, then basketballs that bounce off the floor and cause noise. Their gazes were connected, but not yet let out a word, one shout forced Felix to move immediately.
“Anybody's home? Knock-knocks! Who's there?!”
To be continued