Best Defense

Odd Something

Sean is an amazing man and deserves to be judged. No woman will be able to resist her thrilling charm. He was not only handsome, but also had an attitude that made anyone wither. The softness and adab inherent in her certainly made Ashley and the other women who had been in a relationship with her in the past become attached, I was even sure that there would be another Ashley that would make me inflamed again in the future. And I have to be ready to face them.

All the way back to the resort, I just kept quiet as I threw my eyes out the windshield. I thought about how we should discuss this matter later. Sean may still be angry because of what I'm saying to him haphazardly because he's also reluctant to open his mouth, but I also have the right to be angry, right?

I sighed, looking down at Ben who was asleep on my lap. I was a little amused to see his face sleep peacefully. As my head lifted and I stared at the street in front of us, I glanced at Sean at a glance. His face was still gloomy with fingers gripping tightly at the steering wheel. I wanted to reprimand him, but the selfishness in me kept me from making a sound out of my throat. Just once, I want her to understand that I can't take anything for granted that smells of infidelity.

Sean's still in touch with Ashley. It doesn't matter what the purpose is to maintain a good relationship between them, which obviously he's already hurting me with a confession that escaped his mouth. I myself have never been in contact with any man other than Sean, even I keep my distance from Nino because I appreciate him as my partner, even though we have children and naturally I still maintain communication with Nino.

I took a deep breath before opening the door and went straight out and into the resort. "I'll take Ben to camp, mom." I muttered to my mom as I stepped into the room.

In the room, I laid Ben on the bed and stepped onto the sofa and sat there facing the sea. Moments later, my hand reached out to reach the half-filled vodka bottle and gulped it down a lot until my throat was burning.

Three minutes later I sat on the couch, Sean went into the room and took a seat next to me. We both kept quiet. Down, her fingers squeezing each other over her lap, she was still angry but I could see she was trying really hard to hold it in. And now he's raising his head to look at me.

With eyes clashing against each other, the two of us were still reluctant to open our voices. I observed a thin smile implied in his mouth that was as sweet as vodka that I had just taken a moment ago. Unable to bear her brash charm binding me, I lowered my gaze first, avoiding the possibility that I would give up and kiss her any minute.

"I'm sorry." he muttered hoarsely as I was about to chug down my vodka again. His eyes are looking softly at me. "Don't" before I could talk. "It's my fault. I'm a jerk."

His hand stretched out toward me, looking at him who was also as desperate as I was, making me sob. I grabbed his palm and clung to his body. "Sean," I cried so badly on her shoulder. My arms hugged his body, my face sank soaking his clothes. "It's stupid." I sighed. "I'm acting stupid."

"No." slow and warm. "I would say the same thing if there was another man talking about you who's already mine."

Sean cupped my face, lifted my chin, and rubbed both my cheeks with my thumb. I felt crushed and stunned looking at him because at this moment something broke my mind. I realized maybe this question would come out of my lips in the end, but it felt really awkward and unreal when I actually said it. "Sean, am I prettier than she is? Am I more passionate than he is?"

I saw something hard in his eyes, and he took a deep breath. For the first time, I was afraid to hear an answer from him. I could hear anything, but I wasn't strong enough to hear that I wasn't satisfying enough.

"Franda," he hissed, his hot breath burst into my face. "I don't know if I deserve to answer it without offending anyone who hears this because every woman is a miracle for a man..." His eyes closed for a moment, then reopened and he grimaced. "but, yes, you have to hear the answer because you need it."

I exhaled nervously, thinking of shutting his mouth so he wouldn't answer anything. I don't want to hurt any woman he's ever been with, but his eye-binding made me bewitch. Her hands tightened on my face, her head getting closer to my cheeks, her nose greeting my hair strands. And at that tense moment, he whispered very wildly. So wild that I almost felt asphyxiated.

"Franda," The tip of his nose stroked my cheek, "You may have two, three, in this world," His body was strong but trembling faintly because of all the feelings that lay in him, it's your sense of self when I'm in your body that drives me crazy. I don't want to stop for a second until it's drained away because of your different race..."

He retreated his head slightly and frowned firmly at me. "You got it?"

I was breathing heavily, I couldn't speak anymore. I feel crazy because he loves me and feels me that deep and that far. I pulled his nape and kissed him very greedily, and he accepted it sincerely. "Don't ask again, Franda. You don't know what it's like to find your wise lips."

"I love you, Warner."

With a glowing smile she replied to me, "I love you too, Mrs. Warner."

I kissed her mouth again, more greedily and longer. Until our breath was almost cut off and we snorted. To hell with Ashley and the other jackfruit caterpillars that are about to be present disrupting my relationship with Sean, he's my husband and it's only fitting that I trust him. Sean is not a man most of which will easily fall on someone. He's a guy who has strong principles in relationships, he knows how to keep himself from the temptations of wild women out there.

Sometimes, we realize that there are times when we have to give up and let go of what is, but love does not necessarily let you do that. True love forces you to give yourself a chance to try once more and you hope it will work, even though deep inside you know that someone will never change. But that guy was definitely not Sean. If I had done it with Nino and I failed, I would have never failed with Sean. The love between us is too strong to be separated by anything.

"There's something I want to tell you" she muttered as our kiss came off. He went around the bed and took the laptop on the nightstand and sat down next to me again.

"Hey, are you okay?" I gasped and blinked a few times as Sean cupped my hand. I wanted to meet my aunt but somehow I felt this big.

I took a breath and exhaled slowly while calming myself down. "Yes," I said. "I'm fine." I said, but a tinge of doubt was clearly heard there.

Sean clenched his grip on my hand. "Calm down, okay? We'll just look at the picture." I'm nodding.

Sean reached out to the laptop and opened the email sent by Joe. When the pictures were plastered in front of my eyes, somehow at first, but I cried. It felt like I had a strong relationship with him. She felt familiar, even like I recognized her so much even though this was the first time I saw her picture.

"You remember that?" ask Sean.

I nodded doubtfully. I wanted to answer yes, but I wasn't sure I'd ever met him. "Let's go" I looked at the laptop screen again. "I think I've seen it somewhere, but I don't know where." I said.

Sean squinted, a sign of disbelief in my words, and it was proven by the words that came out of his mouth. "That's impossible, Franda. She lived in Japan with her husband for over twenty years, and never once visited Indonesia again. Unless you've been to Japan."

I shook my head quickly. "I've never been there." My eyes again looked at the photo carefully. Yeah, I've seen it like before, but where?

Unable to find anything in my memory, I gave up and instead I asked my mother if it was really Aunt Lucy I had been looking for.

Sean and I immediately stepped out and we were lucky to find my mother sitting on the couch holding a book. He noticed our arrival and greeted us with a smile. His wrinkled hands closed the book and took off the glasses perched on his face.

I left Sean and Mom for a bit to find Mia and asked her to watch Ben sleep in the room while we talked to Mom, and then I went back to the living room. "Mom." I landed my butt next to my mother, instantly feeling calm as her hand rubbed my cheek. The touch of the mother is always magical at all times, plus her gentle and affectionate nature, ah.

"So, how are you feeling now?" he murmured, really soft and attentive.

I put my cheeks on her innocent arm, both my outstretched hands touched her hands and held her to express how grateful I am to have a mother like her. "Much better." I replied, throwing a smile.

My gaze turned to Sean, then immediately told our plan to mother. "Mom, Sean's been getting information about Aunt Lucy's whereabouts. He's been in Japan all this time, and yesterday one of Sean's men sent him a picture."

My mother was aghast, her eyes were teary. "Oh my God, this is good news. We've been looking for him for years without getting anything." He looks excited. "Where's the picture?"

Sean immediately thrust the laptop screen in front of mom. Those seconds were also tears streaming down his cheeks. "Lucy.." he said trembling. "Are you sure this is the latest photo?" I glanced at Sean while raising both eyebrows.

Sean nodded. "Yes, this is the latest photo, mom. My own people took pictures of it." he said without hesitation.

My mother's eyes narrowed, paying attention to the photo again. "But he looks something else." Mother grabbed the glasses located beside her and put them on and went back to observe the photo. "Is there only one photo you get?" ask again without turning your gaze from the laptop screen.

"Yes, mom. This is the most obvious." replied Sean.

I looked at the photo, but could not remember anything because the woman in the photo was facing to the side and wearing sunglasses.

For a moment, my mother turned her head to look at me. His gaze was full of questioning, as if he wanted to confirm something, then switched again on the laptop screen. He looked confused and I was just as confused as not understanding the meaning of the change in the look on his face.

"We need to see him."