Night Woman
Not Dreams

Angel went back to her apartment, she went back to her routine, from morning until noon she would check her gallery, and in the afternoon she would go home and spend time painting.

Angel felt her burden overflow slightly, as she recalled that there were two babies in her stomach. And he will try to get up and fight all his fears, Angel still dreams occasionally, I don't know, can even be counted with the fingers when Angel sleeps soundly, I don't know, one of them when he slept in Leon's arms.

Angel sighed, when he could forget Leon, if he kept this up he wasn't sure he could start a new life.

Angel's finger moved to follow her heart, continuing to pour paint with a brush that applied it.

Angel even realized it when she saw what she was painting.. Suddenly he smiled bitterly.

Angel put down the brush and removed the apron, then walked towards the kitchen to clean her hands.

After cleaning her hands, Angel walked back through the living room where she was painting, and once again she saw the unfinished painting and continued her steps, entering the room and laying down her tired body, until he felt he was asleep.

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Angel felt a tightness in her chest in her sleep she saw the nightmare again, she kept mumbling, her head shaking.

Angel sleeps restlessly, his palms form a tight fist as if to endure the pain in his sleep, but before long Angel feels someone's embrace and he stops moving, and he stops moving, then Angel fell silent and breathed his sleep back regularly.

Angel opened her eyes but she could only see the darkness, for a moment she frowned she never turned off the lights while asleep because she was always afraid, but why did she not feel afraid at all, Angel felt himself unable to move his whole body locked, but somehow he felt comfortable, he wanted to wake up but the comfort made his sleepiness more and more, until he chose to cool down and enjoy his comfort.

Angel could faintly hear someone muttering behind her "Sleep Honey I'm here for you.." but Angel's eyes were too heavy for her to know it was real or just a dream.

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Angel woke up when he heard a noise from the direction of his kitchen, precisely the sound of a spatula colliding with a frying pan.

Angel got up and quickly walked out of the room, and stepped into the kitchen.

"You awake?" Angel smiled as she saw someone smiling at her, her hands deftly preparing breakfast for her "Sit down, the breakfast will be ready soon.."

"When were you here, Bertha?" Yeah, that guy Bertha, he's making breakfast for Nonanya.

Angel looked around and did not find any strangeness.

"I've been here since six in the morning, madam worried you're not eating right so she's been warning me since last night"

Angel throws "When you came in, did you see anyone here?"

Bertha's forehead frowned "Someone?"

Looking at Bertha who was displaying a confused face, Angel finally returned to talk "No, Bertha I just.. hmmm, oh yeah What did I make?" Angel tried to divert the question, 'It looks like I'm back to dreaming' he said in his heart.

"Ah, this is pregnant women's milk, and I also make omelette with lots of vegetables, there is also fruit pie, if you want sweet, but usually pregnant people like something weird in the morning, don't they?."

Angel smiled then saw the fruit pie looks refreshing, fresh fruits on top of the pie as if it was so tempting Angel tongue to immediately eat it "You have a good idea, it looks like the fruit pie is quite delicious.."

Angel tried one piece of pie, then his eyes closed to enjoy the fresh fruit "It's delicious Bertha I didn't know you could make Pie.. Let's sit down Bertha we have breakfast together" Bertha smiled awkwardly, then sat in the chair in front of Nonanya.

Angel went through the day like yesterday to the gallery and came home after, he had no other activities, Axel limited it and he was getting bored.. Angel again sits himself in front of a painting that was not finished yesterday.

The painting of a man who is very much missed, yes Angel painted Leon's face, even Angel did it without realizing it, Angel intends to finish it. Angel smiled, Yes, he can show his children later and show them who their father is and he will not experience things like himself that does not know who his father is.

Angel, feeling her nape a little heavy, seemed like she had to stop, it didn't feel like it was night, and she didn't notice the time, Angel commented with a smile as she saw the painting was almost done.

"Look son, this is your Daddy, Angel stroking Leon's face slowly.. All right, we need to get some rest"

Angel went back to sleep still with the lights on, and fell asleep..

Angel's outstretched hand touched the side of the bed next to her, then she picked up a pillow and smelled it.. This scent?

Yeah, Angel recognized this scent..

Angel wakes up and enters the bathroom to clean up, just like last morning Angel saw Bertha was already there, struggling in the kitchen with her breakfast menu.

Angel cleared her throat then Bertha turned around with her awkward smile "Hay, good morning.."

"Hmm morning, what are you cooking today.?"

Angel sits herself in the dining chair.

Bertha offered the food she had prepared, Angel smiled.. "You seem to be able to read my mind"

"Huh?"

"I was wanting this" Angel ate the fruit salad, she did want a fresh one every day, Sour and Sweet, just like yesterday she also chose Fruit Pie.

Bertha sighed softly "Good Miss if you like.."

Angel smilingly looked at Bertha, "Hmm thanks Bertha.."

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Next night..

Angel closed her eyes she slept with a blanket covering her entire body.

Before long he heard the lights off,

Tak..

Then dark. Angel's eyes opened, then she felt the side of her bed sway a little and someone entered her blanket and hugged her..

Angel felt the hand slip into her stomach, stroked her gently behind her nightgown, then sounded a soft and slow mutter, which made Angel stiffen.

"Hallo your Daddy's kids don't bother mommy today, do they?"

Angel could not help herself with her eyes still closed, she turned around and hugged the warm body tightly..

Leon..

A moment Angel could feel the body stiffen and then she regained her composure as she felt Angel calm and breathed out her sleep, then the hand stroked her hair again "Sleep. I'm here"

Angel wanted to cry happily, but she had to hold herself back, well she would hold him back and embrace this body quietly, feeling the comfort of Leon's embrace.

'It turns out this isn't a dream, you really came'

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