My Hottest Man's
Chaptre 61. Waiting for My Love

Bellova squirms on the bed, hugging the bolster tightly. Hiding his face behind a pillow, he tried to close his eyes. Dark days out there. Bellova had grimaced all hour because she could not treat the hole in her heart because of her husband's longing. Blood flow in the pulse even keeps rippling pain.

The combination of thunder in the sky plus the pounding of the waves on the cliff created the worst nightmare of his entire life. Bellova couldn't sleep at all. He was forced to hear everything.

For four days Bellova was left alone on a remote island with a large golden dog with a fierce face, but easily offended named Goodie by a man who claimed to be both friend and foe in a blanket of Raymundo Alvaro; and; Raphael Bourne's.

"Oh I'm going crazy missing my husband." Bellova clutches Raymundo Alvaro's shirt.

No matter Raymundo Alvaro's bad attitude, Bellova can be mentally restrained. Frankly she was very jealous there was another woman close to her husband let alone touch his body. Just imagine, he was hurt and sick.

However, he must be immune, his unsuspecting attitude will be self-deprecating and may hurt the dignity of Raymundo Alvaro. Bellova thought of many things. She will put her trust above all things in her husband. That also means it's wrong. He can't just leave Raymundo.

Getting out of bed because the night was too horrible on the island without occupants, he went to a bigger room, sat on a long sofa and daydreamed. He wears Raymundo Alvaro's jacket and mende** as long as he breathes air.

Goodie's not far from him. They exchanged glances, looked at each other, were both strangers to each other but did not want to disturb each other. Goodie's head again drooped over both front legs and simply watched Bellova in silence.

It rained after a long drizzle. Bellova became agitated.

"Are you hungry, Goodie?" bellova looked at the dog. They had dinner earlier, "You want a snack? I don't taste in food."

The idea in Bellova's mind, he will launch a hunger strike on Raphael Bourne until the strange man returns him to Anthony's Mansion.

Bellova close her eyes, set the backrest pillow half lying down. He wanted to see Raymond Alvaro. Why didn't the man come looking for her? What the hell's going on? Bellova had spent the day cycling this small island hoping that Raymundo Alvaro, somehow; appeared before her.

Is that guy still mad at her? Bellova let out a long breath and exhaled slowly. Switching to a sitting position. He had been doing it periodically since then because his body was constantly agitated.

"Have you ever missed someone, Goodie?" tanya Bellova held her chin watching Goodie lazily.

"Hello Juliet, good night. Have you had dinner?"

Bellova was quite surprised. He must get used to it. BM greets from a rectangular box speaker, exactly the property of Charlie's Angels' favorite at their headquarters to communicate with Charlie.

Bellova did not say, back lying on the sofa.

"Juliet, I know you're there."

Bellova doesn't want ladeni. If necessary he broke down to talk too.

"Have you had dinner?"

"I'll stop eating" Bellova said.

"Why?" ask BM attentively. "Tell me if you need anything, Juliet."

"Stop joking, Raphael. I'll stop eating from today."

"What's going on?"

"Take me back to my husband, Raphael. I can face my husband alone. Distance is not a solution."

"Patience. I'm not doing this to torture you. Frankly I really like you."

"Like someone else's wife, please!"

"Your husband needs ...."

"I'll teach him a lesson in my own way! Please don't interfere. I can mix flower powder and 1 kg of detergent to give my husband a little warning."

Laughing loudly from across. I liked the idea of Bellova.

"Going is not an option. Please give me back!" pinta Bellova's. "Can you pick me up tonight?"

"Romeo will come to you. I-i promise. He was looking for you and almost swallowed me alive."

Bellova upright. "really?"

"I'm not gonna lie to you. Romeo is tormented when you're nowhere near him, but you need Juliet's hold. Isn't Romeo too in control of you?"

"Look, I don't really care! Give me back now!"

"I gave him the easiest way to come here."

"Whatchu mean? Is .... will my husband come?"

"Yes, Juliet."

Silent.

"Are you happy now?" ask BM. "I can see your eyes contain thousands of lights, Juliet."

"Thank you."

"Very polite, the game is not as exciting as my plan," BM replied. "Well, will you cook something warm ? Romeo may need to eat because your husband fasted for 24 hours. It could be that she didn't eat for four days after you disappeared."

"You're so mean to her" bellova complained, rising from her seat until Goodie stood up.

"What should I cook?" Bellova checked the food supply. He rarely cooks after being on the island. Eating only for fear of death.

"Something to warm the belly, Juliet."

"Why does my husband need a stomach warmer?"

The rain grew heavier, Bellova grew more agitated. Then thunder and lightning alternately filled the sky. Bellova peeked through the glass of the cottage.

"I have to go Juliet! The box of medical supplies is in the cupboard to the right of the kitchen exit if you need."

"Hey! Oi! Oi! What's going on?"

There's no answer.

"Thank you, Raphael. I really appreciate your help."

BM go.

Bellova cooks while sharpening the sense of hearing. He would run out if he heard the helicopter. She wanted so much to see her husband.

***

The sound of the waves and the rumbling of thunder above the sky, Raymundo Alvaro had no careful preparation. He did not know the cliff terrain also without heating and stretching, creeping on the walls with great difficulty. His expensive shoes were too taper the more difficult they became, so he removed the shoes and slipped them somewhere between the gaps wide enough. He'll come back with Raphael Bourne and force BM to pick up his shoes. Let's just say they're going to physical exercise.

Not yet how far it climbed, the raindrops began to fall. Holding the swearing in the cleft lip earlier, he stopped in the middle of the climb. He cursed himself as much as a breath.

The only thing that could drown the mess in her was the shadow of Bellova clutching her shirt. The jaw stiffens, he sticks a forehead to the wall of the rutuki himself. They had a beautiful night even he could not deny that he had actually been stuck on Bellova ever since he saw the woman sheathed in steam and soap clouds in the bathroom at Barrancos. He had Bellova one night, lying if it had no effect.

He's jealous of every guy Bellova talks to. Wh why? Because Bellova's hers. Okay, let's go see Bellova and bring the woman back. He promised to follow Bellova's wishes.

BM, opening up the view of true love. If Axel Anthony hurt Queena, he might do the same. He's gonna hide Queena. This fact was a little shaky, it meant Raphael was serious about liking Bellova. In fact, Raphael was more sensitive to Bellova's sadness than he was.

Hamar swung on a python nail nailed the cliff wall, hooked the safety rope. Rarely find the gap put the wings of birds, really strange cliffs, stiff and may not want to be conquered.

The rain fell more and more, unfortunately the cliff became slippery. He takes cover behind a slightly indented bulge. The body is too high, he crouches there, holding onto the auxiliary rope that has been attached to the nail on the cliff wall. In front of him the sea stretched out, ferocious waves beating the bottom of the reef, the crackling was so terrifying. The rain is showing teeth. Raymundo's sensitive hand felt like it had been stabbed by a thousand needles when a raindrop fell on his hand. Within minutes, his hands began to blister. The rain did not let him meet his wife easily. Keeping the balance from falling, he survives. But patience is starting to wear off.

Luckily the rain subsided a little, he began to climb slowly and carefully between the slippery footings. Can't give up now, it's almost dark. He was very hungry and began to be weak while the cliffs were not visible at the end.

In the middle of the climb he found a plain wide enough to stand with many yellow and white wildflowers. Some Puffin birds hide in caves they do not try to escape when they see it. Raymundo sits among the wildflowers, it doesn't take long to sneeze. Still he plucked a lot of stalks and put them in his backpack pocket. As the rain grew heavier and heavier, he leaned against the side of the cliff. His allergies secretly began to kill.

When it finally stopped raining, he found a path with plenty of helpful footing among the wild Chrysanthemum flowers. His head then poked at the end of the cliff and he went up there, lying on the brink; wet, cold.

Dragging his body away from the ravine, Raymundo saw the faint light of the higher plains of a hut and his woman there peeked out the glass as if waiting for someone.

Who is Bellova waiting for?

Does BM brainwash his wife and learn new things?

You're a pervert Raphael Bourne! Umbat Raymundo was annoyed.

The dog barked from inside the house. Bellova disappeared from his sight, Raymundo complained. Then, the voice filled the silence between Thunder and the waves.

"Goodie, what's going on?"

Screeches panic. The dog ran through the rain and darkness. Raymundo defied the sky, there was only darkness.

"Goodies!"

Falling in love with his wife's beautiful voice.

"Goodie, back! Please! I can't see you! We could die!" bellova's getting louder. There was a flashlight stumbling, in Bellova's hand and the light hit Raymundo's body.

Goodie barked out fangs immediately. Circling there, wanting to bite but turning around at Bellova and barking stronger.

"Who's there?"

Bellova approached, her tone frightened but moving boldly. Still just sloppy. Probably born from birth.

"Yes God. Goodie get away from him!"

Bellova realized that she did not dream, knowing the body of the man lying down. He ran and hit Raymundo's body. Cussing as he glanced with the tail of his eyes, the deep dark edge he guessed the abyss was based on a sharp rock, not far from them. Prickled.

"Are you okay?" bellova asked worried and frightened. No chopper, her husband's climbing the cliff.

"Belgio ...."

Raymundo's distinctive voice caused Bellova to lose the word. Tears are at the end of the throat.

Raymundo Alvaro grasps wildflowers in blistered and flushed hands.

"Bellova ..., are you okay?" Ask slowly and slowly.

"Yes" Bellova nodded tearfully, hugging her husband tightly. "It's cold out here."

"Are you okay without me?" Raymundo repeated the question.

"No."

Raymundo's outstretched hand touched Bellova's face, wiping away the tears. "I miss you, Bellova."

Bellova nodded small. "Aren't you mad at me anymore?"

"I'm angry at myself! I can't be like other men, how hard I try, Bellova. I'm just a bad guy."

"No, you mean a lot to me. Thank you for coming. I'm waiting for you!" Bellova had no choice of words. She could not flower now, her husband was in pain and suffering.

"Flower for you. I'm sorry!" Raymundo thrusting wildflowers. "I picked it up from the side of the cliff."

"It's so beautiful. Thank you." Thank you." Bellova is a fool, hold her husband's hand appreciate Raymundo's struggle, grab flowers and get away from Raymundo and immediately remove the backpack. Raymundo's hands blistered and peeling very badly. "Hold on!"

Trouble getting off the rope while Goodie keeps barking.

"Stop barking Goodie!"

Instead of waking up, Raymundo pulled Bellova to a fall on her body and hugged Bellova by a remnant of energy.

"I love you!" raymundo said he took a breath, speaking hurriedly as if afraid he would die before he could say those two words.

"I knew. I love you so much too, sir."

"I want to grow old with you and be whatever you need to be. Don't leave me!"

Bellova was stunned in Raymundo's arm. Can't reveal himself without Raymundo Alvaro.

Bellova got up a little and kissed her husband's lips wet and cold. The new beard grew irregularly, piercing the soft jaw.

Not letting Bellova go, Raymundo Alvaro restrains Bellova's head and kisses her.

"If you are bored of me or angry with me, go to the ends of the earth and enjoy the twilight at the horizon, but do not leave me!"

Bellova. "will not. I can face you without running."

Raymundo smiled under the lighting of the flashlight, closing his eyes. Without saying goodbye the man fainted.

"Ray ...," call Bellova quietly, palpating her husband's pulse, weak. This is so bad.

As much energy trying to shift Raymundo's body away from the side of the cliff. Too heavy but her husband could die if constantly in the unfriendly open air.

"Can you wake up? I can't carry you."

Bellova didn't know exactly when she became a crybaby because she didn't stop crying.

It is difficult to describe in the most appropriate words about his current feelings. Peachy, blue, gray and black, stirring up all emotions.

Not receiving an answer. Bellova exerted all her might to carry the mighty body weakened by the rain and the flowers on her back, but Goodie went to the small gate in front of the hut and spread the door.

"Trims your help, Goodie," said Bellova breathing fast and boring, lay Raymundo on the couch and remove her husband's clothes as quickly as possible.

Raymundo's body seemed to be whipped something, red extinguished with scratches like whip. Bellova took a warm towel. Raymundo started to have a fever. Bellova again carried Raymundo back to the bedroom.

On another occasion in the future, Bellova thought that she would not change anything. He would do the same, marry Raymundo Alvaro.

After an anti-allergic cream smear she found in the health box and a drug smear on the sole of her husband's badly abrasive foot, Bellova climbed into bed. He is holding onto Raymundo Alvaro. Her husband began to roar and seek warmth. All night Bellova stroked Raymundo's hair. Resisting sleepiness attacks. Raymundo then wakes up early, sweating finely.

"I'll have Raphael take us home." Bellova whispered softly.

Raymundo squirmed, turning his head to Bellova. Didn't wait long to pull Bellova to him.

"No need, we'll stay here for a long time, Bellova."

When they return to kissing, Bellova imagines spending the days on this island with her husband.

What's gonna happen?

It must have been something romantic and when her lips went all-out, Bellova was convinced their bad days were over.

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Thank you for waiting for me up. I've been so tired this week. Sorry, not perfect.

Do I need to write their romantic stories? Remembering Muslim friends are fasting.

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