[Note] A Perfect Marriage

The Awkward Drama

..."I just miss it, it doesn't mean I want to come back."...

The throne closed, as the tiny, wiggly finger touched his cheek. Swab the clear liquid that has been imprinted on every inch of skin that is passed. A warm feeling runs through the body of the Throne. Unconsciously the man's hand is outstretched, touching the hand of Love. Pressed the tiny hand on her cheek and slowly led her into a warm kiss. With his eyes closed, the man inhaled greedily the scent of his ex-wife's hand.

Wild love. His body stiffened without being able to say anything. The woman's heart was beating uncontrollably. A warm feeling swept over her palm as the ex-husband exhaled, after filling his chest cavity with the scent of Love's hand. Love consciousness also returned along with a warm feeling that spread from his palm. The woman quickly pulled her right hand from the grasp of the Throne.

"A–aku will me–accompanies the children." Love turns around, clenches her lips, and tries to hide the cheeks that have met with redness.

"Stop!" The baritone voice of the Throne makes Love stop the movement of her hand on the doorknob.

The woman slowly turned to look at the Throne awkwardly. "A-what's up?" His heart almost jumped at this moment.

The corner of the Throne's lips was faintly drawn to the side. "You're getting prettier when you're embarrassed."

Love glares. That awkward gaze vanished changing with his sharp gaze. However, her cheeks were still flushed, even more red. Ah, crap! The man before him must have been laughing at him. The momentary love completely lost control over her. How can she behave to be an innocent and easily seduced woman, in front of her husband's ex-husband.

Love is upset at itself. "I'm sorry for opening the door for you" said the woman as she pursed her lips.

"Why? Is it because it makes you miss our past?"

"What must I miss from the past...." Love paused his words and stared at the throne.

"... Is it full of stupidity?"

The man raised next to his eyebrows. Love does not bring up Bella, there is also no gurat of pain on her face that looks upset. The feet of the Throne move one step forward, making Love must step back to avoid it. But in vain, the man again eroded the distance that Love made. Now the woman can no longer wiggle. The wall had blocked his movement, and now the tall body of the Throne was very close in front of him.

The Guts of Love shrivel when faced with a situation like this. He could have shouted if the man did anything beyond reason. It's a legal state, for sure he'll get the abuse. However, his body seemed to be unable to compromise with the contents of his head. He could only swallow his saliva with great difficulty.

The throne gave a smile when he saw his ex getting nervous. He leaned more and more to scrape the distance of his face until a warm breath of Love occasionally swept the surface of his neck skin.

At first it was only the palm that the Throne attached to the wall next to the face of Love. But now it is not just the palm, for the sake of eroding the distance he put his hand up to his elbow.

"Haven't you ever been so crazy about this stupid guy? Doesn't that mean you're more stupid, honey?" whispered the Throne right beside the ear of Love.

Love immediately looked up. The two lovebirds' eyes clashed with each other. "Yes. I used to be just as stupid as you. So, now I'm not going to be the stupid one I was before."

"Me too" said the Throne quickly.

"I'm not going to act stupid like I used to. I'm ...." The throne closed his eyes as he felt a sudden pain in his heart. Every time he brought up the past, the thorns lodged in his chest seemed to react. He looked at the woman before him. The hand of the Throne that was on the wall moved smoothed out the black mane of Love that covered her cheeks.

"I'll do anything for you and my kids. Until you forgive my stupidity, I will be a loser man who can only cry regretting his actions, in front of you. No. .. Don't you miss me? Even if it's a little, even if it's just the end of your nail. Don't you miss me?" Netra Throne again flushed with clear liquid already pooled at the end.

"Have tears become your weapon now? Where is the Throne that used to be so proud?" ask Love with a smile as if mocking.

"Eitherway. I am the weakest man in front of the three of you. If you think tears are my way of gaining your compassion, then the answer is, yes. I want you and the kids not to ignore me. I want you to remember me, no matter what you remember is a pathetic face or a loser's face, as long as you don't remember anything about badness* me."

Love stared at the head of the Throne that was still faithfully bowed. "I miss you."

One short sentence of Love raises the head of the Throne. The sparkle of happiness mixed with a look of disbelief was also clearly drawn on his face.

"I just miss, it doesn't mean I want to go back."

...The deg!...

The sparkle on the face of the Throne vanished. His body froze, and the heart that had just been beating was unbearable, as if it had stopped beating. The woman he loved, no longer wanted it, that's what came to the brain of the Throne.

Love realizes the change in her ex-husband's expression, but she doesn't want to do anything that could lead to another misunderstanding. He did not want to hope, or give any hope. He just wants to live. A quiet, safe, and peaceful life with her two children.

"Surge. I have to sleep."

"Can't."

Love squinted at the Throne's answer. With their position so close, and irrational answers to the Throne, the brain of Love cannot function properly. The contents of his brain were really like tangled threads at this moment.

"Ming–gir." The woman pushed the breastplate of the Throne with her left hand.

"No."

"I'm going to sleep."

"I'm not going to stop you from sleeping."

"Then step aside!"

"But are you sure you want to sleep with that?" tanya the Throne advances her chin towards the right hand of Love.

Netra Love follows the direction of the Throne. Without him noticing, the white tea cup was still perched sweetly on his right hand. "Ee–ee, this ... I intend to wash it."

"no need. Give it to me," replied the Throne as it grabbed the cup from the hand of Love.

"Hurry to rest with the kids. You must be tired. And please tell them, I love you and them so much." Speech of the Throne ends by stroking dear black hair of Love. Not to forget he peppered his farewell with a loving look at the two-child widow.

Love was still staring at the door, when the man who was rummaging through his heart had stepped away. He noticed the back of the Throne growing farther down the stairs. The woman's breath was hunting as her heartbeat felt stronger. Love boasted a small smile, it felt like there were butterflies flying on her stomach.

...Seriate.......

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