Love Disease's
Chapter 4's
At six in the afternoon, Felix crossed 20th Street & Avenue C to FDR Drive. Disguising the visual with a black hooded jacket and baseball cap, his legs were wrapped in nike shoes stomping lightly paving the old ashes. The noise of the passing vehicle on the right side and the wind coming from the East river synergize to dampen Leona's chattering. For a moment he wanted to refresh himself. Fusing with nature may be able to relax the spiritual from the blaze of emotions.
Sometimes the sentences that air are lost like a whisper of a demon. The most permanent is the expression that emphasizes how cute an Iguana is. From the results of the survey, 90% of normal humans—, especially girls, will judge that cats are more cute than flat animals whose tails are just like anaconda. Except Leona. Everything about him is always out of bounds and does not reach reason. When calculated, the ratio is one to one thousand. Never mind, Felix migraine thought about it.
He is so cute
He is so cute
He is so cute
"Argh! *hittt!"
Felix rubbed a rough face. His breathing panted as he decided to stop. He lowered his head by holding his knees while stabilizing a hard-pumping heartbeat. So nauseating. The girl remained selfish even in such a long distance. The voice should have vanished with his burning determination. Not even twenty-four hours together, but Felix was already stressed out once. What other misfortunes will befall him tomorrow due to the actions of the Voldemort so-called wife?
The sound of flute three times from the East diverts the heart. Felix turned his head to the left, observing the white Ferry that was about to sail. He just realized he was standing right in front of the dock lane at Stuyvesant Cove. The legs of the row wrapped in adidas knee-length pants move impulsively following the direction of the captain. The yellowish-brown iris was unbroken monitoring the speed of the ship that was visiting the next borough.
His gaze was then locked on the Brooklyn Buildings across which looked towering. His flat face does not mean he does not save the storm. There are several things that contradict and cause anger, disappointment, hatred, and stabbing anger. That flash of memory flashed through his head, making him furious and wanting to exterminate. Then he turned to the long road ahead and ran as fast as the devil.
Everyone has a story, and Felix is in it, no matter how cute he is. Actually, his life was ruined long ago. His soul is killed too.
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Since dawn, Leona has been awake. The first time he opened his eyelids, Felix's peaceful face was the only one to say hello. His sleep last night was deep enough that he did not realize the figure of the man who had previously slept on his back had changed to curl up like a baby. If you do not remember the ice-cold aura of the North Pole beam, the bastard Leona must not hesitate to hold the sturdy body while kissing the cheek. Ah, if Felix hadn't built a tower as tall as the Empire State building, Leona would've been very easy to slaughter barbed wire.
With an alibi making breakfast, the girl spent thirty minutes in the kitchen. His hands ransacked the available ingredients and was fascinated when he found all the nutritional fulfillment was complete like a supermarket. With little knowledge, he took two bagels and coated them with cream cheese, bacon, scrambled eggs and sliced avocado. Although not yet know the taste of Felix, at least this menu is enough to fill the stomach in the morning. Don't forget to serve it with a cup of espresso.
He put teflon in the sink when Felix scanned the cluttered kitchen space and sandwiches sitting on the dining table. The man occupied one of the seats without voicing a word. His movements that echoes, distract Leona from the focus of washing cooking utensils. The girl smiled brightly, then immediately joined in another chair right in front of the snow blue-striped man.
"Good morning, Cutie Pie, how's your sleep?"
Sadly, his sweet greeting as sugar cane is just a lazy look like he dusts. No shame, even Leona amused herself. How cheap he is.
"Do you like this?"
"Hm."
The man took a big bite and chewed slowly. His non-expressive manner was hard to guess. If this is a cooking competition, then Leona is the only competitor who is dumbstruck.
"There's no need to do this next time" the man said after swallowing. Leona nodded in confusion. Her lips were fully curved, slightly fading.
"What?"
Their gazes whistled.
"You don't have to cook for me. That's not your job."
The crescent moon's eyebrows shriveled. "Pardon?"
"Look, I don't want to owe you too much. So don't do anything."
"What was that? I'm your wife, anyway. Why do you talk like that?" sahut Leona flares. What the hell is this Felix, a fellow household resident why should discuss debt. It doesn't make sense.
"Yep, you're my wife. Since you are my wife, then obey your husband, as you obey God."
"I will definitely obey you. But my responsibility is to take care of you. I'd be guilty of ignoring that."
"No, as long as I'm willing. After all, you'll be more sinful if you're disobedient or even against me." Smirking on the lips of a cupid bow. No human being is really good otherwise in the real world. Sometimes Felix has a side trick.
"I don't wanna know. I want to be your real wife. To take care of and serve you."
Both are racing to enter the safe zone behind the eufimis.
"You're my wife, not my maid."
Perhaps Leona had never heard a phrase as beautiful as calla lily dangling. Admittedly the wife by Felix certainly had an impact on his soul thirst for love. But it's not that easy to do that. The initial purpose of marrying the Arctic man does want to master the body and heart. There was no way he would give up on obeying. A married woman wishes to be loved. If it continues to be avoided, what is the function of the status of the wife?
Two different heads, then another one. If Leona hopes to dominate her husband, Felix creates spaces. Although not a person with mysophobia or haphephobia, he is more satisfied to do everything himself without others interfering. Getting used to living a bar of kara really makes him feel sad. Instead of using prerogatives as a husband, Leona was difficult to participate.
Indeed, Felix's words were very poisonous if lived. Behind whatever the reason, Leona is still unable to deceive herself. The proof of that pair of cheeks was gradually as red as cherries. That hypocrisy was him, but it was denied a while ago. His palms spontaneously stretched out to touch his chest, then with dramatic pretentiousness he said, "Akh, my heart!"
Felix who happened to have not yet moved, frowned. "Why heart?" his question was, especially the sad look painted.
Felix's anxiety immediately rolled under his feet. The feeling of goiter took control until it accidentally spawned words of no praise. The tall body about the size of six feet three inches then rushed out of the way.
Leona, who was still buzzing after hearing the slobber, blinked her eyes as if she had just regained consciousness from a coma. "You're cursing at me, huh?!" the accusation is stingy on the man who washes the glasses and dishes.
"No. I was cursing myself," Felix replied casually as he left the pantry.
Not wanting to lose track, the girl followed her husband's steps towards the main door. All behavior is not missed by eye projection, including when the man sat on the floor putting on shoes.
"You want to go?"
"Yep."
"To the restaurant?"
"Hm."
"Can I come with you?" Leona tried to negotiate. He was comforting himself again. He just got married yesterday. In order to avoid negative conclusions from people, he chose to take a few days off even though he did not love at all.
"I don't have a choice, do I?"
Instantly twinkle his eyes as bright as the morning sun. Leona does not need to get ready, because she has been trendy with a red velvet cami-top that does not close the navel, and is coated in cashmere cardigans and jeans. So, he just needs to follow the pilot wherever the steps take.
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"First, I think you're misogynistic because you hate me so much, but you're dating Jessica at the same time."
Leona glanced at the man walking on the side. The close distance between the condo and the restaurant is quite advantageous.
"I don't hate you."
"But you showed it too clearly to me" Leona refused to be mistaken.
Felix did not respond. He even thought, how could this fate trap him one breath space with the girl who had once desperately cursed him to die quickly.
"Obviously you're sexis**m because you still hate me when you break up with Jessica."
"What the hell?"
Being too patient does not guarantee that someone will be patient. The individualist Felix has been applying the culture of ignorance for a long time, especially in order to fortify himself from the unrest of creatures that are always looking for a gap like Leona Collins. The mechanism of self-defense he had learned along with the behavior of the girl who was increasingly metamorphosed. She is like a masked mosquito firefly a.k.a fireflies.
"I'm too fabulous, you know, but you're not interested in me. I suspect you have a weird fetish?"
Felix is eager to stuff headphones in his ears that are reluctant to hear verbal attacks in the form of narcissism. If it is not stopped, this girl will not give up with non-sense babble that increasingly bounces. "We've never been that close to even being friends, why do you keep nagging me so bad?"
"Gee!" Leona smothered her mouth as if she had found another wonder of the world. His eyes were smudging as if surprised. "You mean you want us to be close? Sure are! How about starting over?" Giving no chance to answer, the girl hurriedly said, "Well, my name is Leona. Let's be friends from now on." His lips curved up to half a circle.
Not understanding any more how to deal with his wife, Felix sped up the pace of his feet after researching time. As a result of hounding the cheerful Leona, his systematic schedule also fell apart.
"Hey. You're so good at talking once anyway!" From behind, the girl chased after half a run. The sound of the ankle boot hitting the asphalt sounded noisy like the owner.
"Felix!"
"Hm."
"I'm tired of talking to myself ever since, why do you just answer like that?"
"My voice is expensive."
Leona grunting.
"Yes, I bought it, how much does it cost?!"
"I'm not selling."
"Hey!"
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