Under Sun
36. SPECIAL CHAPTERS

One day, in 1978, there were some of the highest celebrities who were known everywhere. Starting from the residents of the highest hierarchy seats, to the pop-rock singers who are being loved by the masses. But perhaps the only couple to talk about more than president Jimmy Carter and his wife are Jeffrey and Jea Cochava.

Almost all the inhabitants of mainland Europe know their existence. Jeffrey; the beautiful psychopath and the girl who will always be next to him, Jea Cochava.

There are so many girls out there who haunt Jeffrey, even though most of them don't know the man's face. I don't know, maybe making a fan club based on the company of someone is at his highest time.

"Gh."

Jea then shifted her gaze from the newspaper she was holding, glancing at the strapping man beside her.

Jeffrey frowned softly as his eyes read the newspaper headline that was plastered so clearly, "Christian democratic leader former prime minister of Italy killed."

Hearing this, Jea refocused herself on the newspaper in her hand. But before long, because Jeffrey's laughing voice disrupted everything.

"What's Jeff doing?"

The man's eyes glanced at the girl at a glance then moved further down the flat cap that was neatly attached above his head, "Finally dead too."

Jea tilted her head slightly. Who is Jeffrey talking about? Wait— don't tell me this man is discussing the death of Aldo Moro who was the headline of the newspaper?

The girl glanced around, this music cassette shop was deserted. Then made Jea shift her body slowly, approaching toward Jeffrey, "You know?" Ask Jea carefully.

"The one who killed them was the Red Brigades, one of my clients."

Jea should have prepared himself and started learning to understand all the crazy words of Jeffrey, but until now, the girl could not understand why Jeffrey could be this crazy.

They are now in Italy, having moved around for some time; trying to avoid the federation. Jeffrey and Jea just arrived in Italy two days ago, probably going to move again in a few days.

"If this one? You likey?"

Jea then turned to look at the cassette plate Jeffrey offered. His eyes read every letter neatly arranged on the cover of the dish, "The dark side of the moon, oh! This must be Pink Floyd's song!"

Jeffrey smiling. This girl really likes the band, "Come."

The man clasped Jea's hand gently, making the girl's footsteps walk in step with Jeffrey moving towards the store's payment cashier.

It seems like tonight they will spend the two of them, while listening to the sound of the song disc calmly.

【ｕｎｄｅｒ　ｓｕｎ】

"Hhhhh!"

"Sorry, sick?" Jeffrey slightly knitted his pair of eyebrows while looking at Jea a little worried. His left hand was holding the girl's arm and the one next to him was holding a lump of cotton with drops of medicine.

"Slightly," Cicit Jea quietly, to be honest it felt quite ill to be held back, but the girl preferred not to bother Jeffrey more by roaring more.

Jeffrey shook his head slowly, "What were you doing? Why did it fall?"

Jea bit his lips slowly, confused about what answer is right for him to throw— because, the reason he fell was because he thought about Jeffrey all day.

"Jea fell."

"Yes, but why?"

"J-fell ..."

The man breathed slowly. Although he asked many times, Jea would not answer him. Make Jeffrey had to give up without any more protection, "OK. Next time be careful?"

Jea nodded slowly, her cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment. How could he explain the shameful reason? Oh no, Jea would rather be quiet.

After putting a plaster on his girl's wound, Jeffrey stood up, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Wait a minute, don't go anywhere."

The girl was just pensive as she stared at Jeffrey's back which was getting farther away, into a different room from where he was. The two neutrals moved to glance at his palms that were already wrapped in plaster. Without Jea knowing before, Jeffrey is quite reliable also in things like this.

His nose smelled something, a distinctive aroma— Jeffrey cuisine. Wait, since when does Jeffrey cook?

"Here you go, baby," Jeffrey smiled quite high, making both dimples look so deep.

Jea glanced at the steaming chicken soup. Then made the girl immediately turn her head, glancing at Jeffrey, "Jeff? Why is Jeffrey's soup holding?"

Not answering, the man turned to sit on the sofa— next to his girl, "If you put it on the table later you have difficulty eating it, must be bent."

Instead of being aware of the condition of his hands, Jeffrey chuckled, "No problem, it's important you eat first."

"Jeff—"

"Eat, baby. I'm bribing ya?"

Not Jeffrey's name if not stubborn. Jea could only sigh in anger, then switch to accept the bribe by mouth that Jeffrey offered.

The soup was enough to fill the bowl Jeffrey was holding. Jea was quite wary, seeing Jeffrey's hand that continued under the bowl— held it so that the bowl could be close to Jea's mouth.

This time it will be the last. Jea quickly devoured it and looked at Jeffrey with her round eyes, "Quick put the bowl on the table!" Kelu Jea hurry.

Jeffrey just smiled softly and then immediately obeyed, Jea said. The dark blue bowl was placed on the table, featuring Jeffrey's left palm that had been flushed and blistered.

"Jeff!"

"Hm?"

Jea looked at Jeffrey not understanding. How could Jeffrey not complain in the slightest and still be able to smile at him?

"Jeffrey's hands!"

Jeffrey glanced at his hand with an indifferent gaze, as if it was a trivial thing for him, "My hand why?"

Jea wanted to beat Jeffrey up because he was upset right now, but the most important thing for her was to lighten the wound on Jeffrey's hand right now.

"Wait, let Jea take—"

Jeffrey quickly held the girl by the wrist with his right hand, "Where are you going? Your hand is again hurt."

"Jeffrey's hands, too!"

Jeffrey smiled broadly. It turned out that her girl was worried about her at this moment. So anxious.

"The medicine is here."

Jea frowned not understanding, "Where?"

"You're the cure," Jeffrey moved to pull Jea, clutching her quite tightly. Drown his head in the recess of the girl's neck, inhaling all the citrus scent that came out from behind the black mane.

"I just need you, so don't go?" Said the man vaguely. Jea was silent for a while, enjoying the soft elusan that caressed her head, so calm and safe.

The masculine fragrance of Jeffrey is like covering all the dark air in the room, like spreading around the horizon, living all the darkness. Make Jea feel comfortable, and want to sleep.

The man's shoulders felt wide, as if to say if it didn't matter if Jea wanted to rest her head there for whatever time. His sturdy arms hugged Jea's body so tightly, not allowing even the slightest crack of coldness to enter together.

Seconds clang even more, leaving the two human beings in their own world. Likewise, Jeffrey is busy with his world centered on a Jea. Like the moon that will continue to circle the earth.

Jeffrey didn't want to let go of his little girl's body. Not wanting to release the soft elusan that he put on Jea's fine mane. Nor do you want to move and close your eyes make him no longer able to see a figure that is very valuable for him.

"Jea."

"Yes Jeffrey?"

The warm gust of breath the man gently caressed the surface of his neck skin, making Jea slightly tickled amusedly. His eyes began to close along with the elusan that Jeffrey gave him.

"You smell."

Hearing that made Jea laugh softly, her hand hit Jeffrey's shoulder, "Yes, Jea knows."

The two then smile at each other, observing a night that no longer feels cold when all they think about is each other. Like— if the stars fall, they will still be there, watching it with a position that is no different.

Jea further sank her head on the man's shoulder. Enjoying the sunyinya both moon. Jea knew how Jeffrey loved her, and Jeffrey knew the same thing.

There was nothing more pleasing to Jeffrey than feeling the girl's skin heat up, smelling a sweet and citrusy scent emanating from her dark mane, or simply waking up in the middle of the night, justifying the girl's blanket and gently combing Jea's black hair; knowing that the girl will always be hers.

Perhaps, Jea had all the space in her heart that no one would ever touch in any eventuality.