My Hottest Man's
Chaptre 30. Me, My Hubby and Mr. Vargas.

Belliza Driely Damier woke up from a coma and had paralysis and several other spinal problems due to lying down for too long. He also has difficulty speaking, needs to practice some basic things as if he is a baby under three years old. There is a slight memory impairment but it is not something severe. Belliza simply rejected the fact that she had been asleep for two years.

Belliza begged Dona to hide her condition from anyone including her family. He began therapy. Dona, a neurologist, physiotherapist, psychiatrist and psychologist work together to heal him and bring him back to life.

Two weeks to three weeks ago a month passed. Bellova, Bellinda, Father and Mother always faithfully come to encourage him occasionally. However, when they visited, Belliza fell asleep as usual and Dona strengthened their hearts. Mom and Daddy clean hard to stay but Dona plays the role, reassuring that he will handle Belliza well.

The first week of the second month Belliza opened her eyes slowly getting bored at the color of death and the silence of the hospital but was grateful and grateful she was still breathing. Slowly taking control of himself, Oskan never visited nor did the heavy-spoken man, whom he eventually remembered as Lucio Vargas.

"Photo of Cheryl, Dona ...," Belliza pinta on Dona one time. It was hard to know her 3-year-old daughter and not her to see Cheryl step foot first. The heart hurts so much.

It trembled when Dona gave me a picture of Bellova.

Can't say, just looking at the photo in the hand covered with sadness and novelty. Many emotions. Belliza cried so much to see Cheryl had grown up for two more years without her.

"Bellova is a good mother. Oskan didn't leave Cheryl alone" comforted Dona. "Don't burden yourself, Belliza. Make Cheryl your encouragement."

Belliza nodded with determination.

"You're right, Dona." Let's get well and meet Cheryl. And he swore he would never touch liquor again. He will live the rest of his life right and well.

"You need to tell Bellova how you're doing."

Belliza shook her head slowly.

"Bellova's in the studio, taking time off and working." Dona shared the information.

"My sister's healthy?"

"Em, he's a mouse."

Give me a chance, God. I'm gonna be the best sister for my sisters, the best mother for Cheryl. And Oskan?!

Belliza doesn't want to feel anything, doesn't want to remember anything. She loves her husband, but little by little begins to change by the wounds. There is no happiness, he only loves futility like writing a story on the sand.

"You can train your facial muscles every day with a little smile, laugh and talk short. Slow down and don't force it."

Dona's voice ends the daydream. Belliza wanted to despair when at first she started physiotherapy to restore the function of body movement, feeling strange, new and futile.

"Let's have some fun, Belliza," said Dona, helping her move to a medical device, where she slept on top of it and a number of devices were attached to her body.

A person Belliza knew named Soledad, smiled gently at her.

"Close your eyes. Ignore the incitement around you. Breathe in deeply and exhale slowly. We're starting."

Soledad helped Dona guide him to train the brain to build a second energy in him while his back and spine received a kind of massage therapy.

"If you feel tingling. Ignore. Let's imagine a beautiful world. The beach in summer. When the sun shines in the sky. Let's focus there! Blue sea, white waves chasing towards the beach, the sound of pounding, the smell of the sea, also fine grains of sand at your feet. Feel beauty. You wear a beautiful beach dress, play on the edge and your loved ones in it. Every happy second."

Belliza saw. The world in imagination. Cheryl, Oskan Devano and himself play ball on the beach. Not far from them Bellova, Bellinda, Father, Mother and grandmother gathered under the beach umbrella. Joking and joking, laughing happily.

Her handsome husband was holding out both hands asking for a ball from her.

"Mommy ..., throw the ball!"

"Mart ...."

"Belliza, honey."

Oskan spoke to him, but not Oskan's voice. The heavy sound was beautiful, deep and attentive.

"Consider?"

Oskan smiled as bright as the sun.

"Belliza, Honey. Me and the sun are waiting for you by the river Tagus."

Oskan's smile faded.

Then, Belliza quickly moved. The longest bridge in Europe, Vasco da Gama, stretches beautifully across the Tagus river, dotted with lights in the early morning hours. Dawn was rising in the East, the wind was blowing over the lake, slowly hitting his face. His waist was hugged from behind.

"Let's take Cheryl to the park in Barreiro, take the Santa Justa lift. I'll carry it on my shoulders. Let's enjoy Lisbon."

"Who are you?"

"Do not know me?" His forehead was frowned upon, his hands clasped. "Lucio Vargas."

Belliza turned around and looked at the man in front of her. Grossly handsome, with alluring bluish-eyed rays, excessively sensual and masculine. Men dream of many women.

Belliza opened her eyes. Dona was first seen last time Soledad.

"Good, Belliza. Get your second energy."

"Did Lucio Vargas visit me often?" belliza asked suddenly until the two people in front of her were shocked.

"No. He asked repeatedly, but Bellova wouldn't let him."

"Yes. What's up?"

"I keep hearing his voice."

"Yes, Mr. Vargas was the first to bring you here. Do you want me to tell Mr. Vargas about your condition?"

"He's still in France" Belliza said. His speech ability slowly returned to normal within a month.

"Where do you know that?" Of course Dona was surprised, Belliza was a patient whose daily life was monitored, closely monitored, not holding a cell phone and not strong enough to remember a series of numbers to call someone.

"Mr Vargas said goodbye to me, will go to France for a long time."

"You met him?"

"No. He whispered to me one day."

"So, who do you hear your voice so often?"

"Dona, Mr. Vargas, Bellova, Mom, Dad, Bellinda. Oskan once."

Dona nodded small. Lucio Vargas gets the most votes. Realize they are missing. Lucio Vargas must have disguised himself as someone to visit Belliza while continuing to ask permission to seem polite to silence their suspicions. Dona thought she would look at the CCTV footage and report the results to Bellova. However, Lucio Vargas may be one of the key spirits for Belliza. Evidently, Belliza remembers the man a lot while he was in a coma.

"Is there anything else?"

"Some songs."

"Uhhum?"

"Brother, Enrique Iglesias. Eternal Flame."

Dona was really stunned.

"He'll be back from France soon."

"I want Dior Lipstick and Perfume. Can you tell him?"

Dona watches Belliza while recording Belliza's experience.

"Who is this Mr Vargas, Belliza?"

"Cousin Oskan Devano."

"Your husband's cousin?"

Nodding.

"What would Oskan do to me, Dona?"

Dona's stunned. "What do you mean?"

"Will you do something to me, right? He said goodbye to me!"

"Belliza?!"

"Did he want to kill me?"

Dona was stunned again. Those in a coma may sleep but believe that they are listening to everything that is going on around them.

"Thank you for saving me!" belliza said a few moments later. Slowly erasing the love of Oskan Devano. When angry, Belliza's voice and the way she spoke were clear and firm.

"Don't stir up anger in you. It would ruin everything we've fought for." Dona advises.

Nodding. Belliza will give up on Oskan Devano, but will fight for Cheryl. But, before everything was over, he would make Oskan want it. Oskan would drag his knees on the floor, begging him to get them back together.

First of all, he must get up and stand up. Make slump as his strength. Not everyone can beat a coma, he has broken the rules, broken the limits by rising from the dead. Lucio Vargas has pulled his soul from hell and Lucio Vargas is the only way for Oskan to want it.

Belliza close your eyes.

"Please send her another message."

"Yes?!"

"Belliza's waiting for you."

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I'm up maybe more than two chapters today, because I'm in a hurry for a wedding prep.

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