Tucked In Both Hearts
15. The Miss and the Wound

"Take your clothes! You sleep alone, I'll sleep in the same hotel as the Queen. If anyone hears about this, I will not hesitate to do what comes out of my mouth. You take this! You're free to do what you want, shop as much as you want, eat as much as you want. Whatever!" Jeff gave me one of his atms.

"Bring it up, I don't need it!" Missed answering by taking the clothes out of the suitcase and moving them to the closet.

Jeff tilted with a slanted smile, "You're selling too much, you care too much about your pride, when you're worth nothing in front of me." Jeff left after saying that. Not to forget he wore his disguise attribute just in case he was still being watched by the Father.

The twenty-two-year-old woman sat herself in bed violently. At a young age, at his age he should still be able to have fun with friends, family, and people around him. He can still get laughter from the people closest to him, but see what Miss experienced. He must live the ark of the household that is like hell, far from the delusion he desires.

Miss who was born the youngest child and used to rain with love, usually covered with laughter, now she is far from both things. His life was inversely proportional to his single life and the marriage he had wanted.

Longing to fail to be strong, his determination seems not too rounded to be as strong and as strong as he wants. His tears fell again, he missed both his parents and also his brothers and sisters who loved him without limits. And now, who would love him other than himself?

***

At seven in the evening, the Queen had just arrived at the hotel where Jeff was staying. They of course live in the same room and are now letting go of longing their way.

"You want to eat, what do you want first?" Jeff held the Queen on his lap.

"We eat first, we eat something else. Aren't we taking too long to hold back?"

"Is this what made you change your mind? I remember you saying no loudly a few days ago." Jeff's hands began to be active on the lover's face.

One month withholding the desire to meet in person apparently very torturing himself. He who makes decisions, he himself the eighth.

"You shouldn't ask that, do it now" whispered the Queen at the end of the sentence.

The whisper in his ear made one part of his body feel challenged to do something. And that night, under the slightly dim lights of the hotel room witnessed their togetherness in the middle of the ringing of a luxury hotel bed. The warmth they create is able to make both of them lulled until they forget time and forget the hunger that has actually whack.

"You're always the same. It always makes me satisfied with what I ask. Now that I'm so hungry, I have to eat. Let's continue the next round in the bathroom, after that we're out for food." Jeff took the Queen into his carrier and he took her into the bathroom and did his activism there, under the shower.

No matter how long and how many times they fought each other, they finally finished with their enjoyment at eleven p.m. And according to what Jeff said earlier, they are out foraging and as long as Jeff is here with the Queen, then he will always be in disguise mode.

"No."

"If anyone knows how to get out of a hotel without you?"

"No need to think about it, honey. We enjoyed our two days quietly and without mentioning her name. I don't care if anyone sees him walking alone, let him explain himself later. We're eating now, I'm ready."

"But you have to meet me with him, don't forget he still has my same sorry debt."

"Yes, tomorrow, yeah. I'll take him, tomorrow we go to the beach, yeah." Jeff grabs the lover's shoulder and takes her walking outside the room.

If Jeff is enjoying the happiness out there, the opposite happens to Miss. He curled his body under the thick blanket of the hotel with a puddle of tears. He no longer wanted to cry, but somehow the clear liquid just kept flowing from his eyes. He felt very tired because he had been crying incessantly all day.

Amidst the soundless cries, he heard his phone vibrating long. Signaling there was an incoming call, Miss half-heartedly took her salary and, "What's the matter?"

"Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning you go to the beach not far from the hotel. We'll meet there."

"For what? If you ask me to apologize to the Queen, I won't. Forget your one wish, I'll never." I miss hanging up the phone unilaterally. And without a second thought, he immediately deactivated his phone so that no one would disturb him.

***

Missing to blink his eyes, he felt only a few hours of sleep, but why the morning had greeted with insolence. Lazily he forced himself to get up and take a bath so that his body felt a little fresh after yesterday he spent crying.

On this new day, he wanted to forget yesterday, he wanted today to have no more crying or memories of yesterday that would only make him sick. After taking a shower, he wanted to go out of the hotel all day without a cell phone, he just wanted to shop, eat, and go for a walk. He remembers, last night he asked Jeff to meet him at the beach, which is why he wouldn't leave with his cell phone and wouldn't return to the hotel before dark.

"This shirt seems like it's good for sightseeing." Miss taking a pink dress patterned with small flowers with no arms.

Finished with makeup, miss out on the room with confidence even though she feels the heat in her eyes and is tired in the body. Even though she was in a bad state, she still looked beautiful with a dress and a small clip that she wore on her head. It was only natural that he still wanted to look cute at his age of twenty-two years.

The first thing he visited was a restaurant, he chose a simple restaurant. A restaurant that Jeff would not be able to stop by. Men who love luxury are unlikely to eat in a simple dining establishment. At least that's what Miss thought to avoid meeting her own husband.