Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 89

I was stiff in bed. Silence does not move like a log. Most afraid of it, I couldn't even feel my own body, as if it was paralyzed.

I'm powerless. I could only close my eyes as the ghost lay next to me. My whole body was goosebumps and shakes violently as his ice-cold pale hands coiled around my waist and stomach, hugging me from behind.

I screamed back. Harder than ever until my throat hurts. I don't know where that power came from, I could feel my body again all of a sudden. I struggled with all my might, trying to escape. However, his embrace was getting tighter.

"Hey... Calm down, it's me" The ghost said half in a whisper.

"I don't care who you are, go! Don't bother me. Go!" I said with a trembling mouth. I kept driving him away but the ghost was so wayward, it wouldn't go either.

"Please... Go, ghosts-don't bother me." I was frustrated and ended up crying.

Amidst that fear and frustration, the ghost suddenly giggled. His voice sounds familiar. Just like when Alan laughed.

"It's me, Alea, your husband."

"My-husband?" I repeat it a little. "Alan?"

"Yes, it's me, not a ghost."

I turned to face him. Open your eyes slowly to check. Starting from his long legs overgrown with fine feathers to his beautiful face. After making sure that it was Alan and not a ghost, I immediately rushed towards him, hugged him tightly and came back crying, relieved.

Alan hugged me back. His left hand stretched out, caressing my back head as well as my back. "Stop... What are you crying about, hm?" Alan added the next sentence in a mocking tone. "Look, you're so ugly now."

"I'm so scared, Al. I thought you were a ghost."

Alan laughed again. It was as if my cries and fears were a fun joke to him. "Why would you think that? is there a ghost as handsome as me?"

Alan hasn't changed. It's still the same as it used to be, narcissistic.

"I can."

"That's why I thought you were a ghost. You may be the only one who can do it. Other normal people don't."

"So.. You think I'm not normal?"

"For this one, yes."

His right hand that had been caressing my head had stopped. He shifted his head back and slightly lowered his head to look at my face. His forehead creased as he asked, "Why am I not normal?"

"Normal people make noise when they walk, but you don't. Besides your skin's too pale, like a vampire."

"Well, my skin color is a little abnormal" Alan admitted. He looked away, looking in any direction with a blank look, as if he was thinking about something. "Grandma said, mom always calls me boiled dumplings because I was too white and a bit transparent as a baby." His eyes radiated a deep longing when he mentioned the word mother.

I rubbed his back. Perhaps it could comfort him in case he was sad again in memory of his late mother. "If you may know... What's your mother like, Al?" my question, be careful.

Both corners of Alan's mouth were raised upwards, forming a smile. Like a child, Alan looks very enthusiastic when describing what his mother looks like. How proud he was of his mother was painted on his face.

"My mom is perfect. Her face was as pretty as an angel and her heart was very soft, like an angel. He likes to help others. Helping small people in trouble. My mother is also very smart, just like me."

I agree with her, her mother is very beautiful. His eyebrows are thick and neat. Her eyelashes are thick and plump. His nose was also very pointed, more pointed than Alan's. His thin lips perfectly matched the shape of his small face, his chin taper. He looks like Alan's version of a girl with bigger eyes.

Wait, I don't understand why Alan likes to praise himself so much. Not wrong, he is smart, genius. But it's kind of annoying, I think.

I wonder, are all smart, rich and handsome men like that?

Seriate...