Don't Want to Split

Chapter 40 - A Kiss, And I Want More

A Ci-uman, and I want more

Her Zefanya pulled the blanket over her body and prepared to sleep, her eyes were sleepy but her brain was unwilling to cooperate. He saw Ezra's shadow where - where. In the sky - the sky of the room he saw the disappointed face of Ezra, on the wall of the room was plastered by the grievous gaze of the man. Then as his eyes closed, Zefanya saw Ezra's longing expression, dancing in front of him.

Not lost Ezra's shadow that continues to appear in the head, a feeling of anxiety ambushed him thinking of Ezra's plan tomorrow.

Once his eyes were open then the night had changed by morning and the plan to go to the island with Ezra could have been carried out. After that, his eyes really could not be closed. His brain kept turning, looking for a way out to escape from the road plan - the road with Ezra.

If Louise had come tomorrow. This can be used as an excuse by Zefanya. Unfortunately, flight tickets are already booked and are unlikely to be changed at will. What did Ezra say when he learned of the schedule change that was coming very soon?

Zefanya. He walked to the door and looked out of the room and looked around. No waitresses were working, the hallway lights were still on, a sign the sun had not yet risen.

Louis and Louia's longing made him walk silently towards the children's room. Ezra was already there holding his son who was whining and looked restless in Ezra's arms.

"What's wrong?" zefanya asked astonished to see Ezra's worried-looking face.

"His body temperature is a bit high." replied Ezra explaining.

"Fever?"

"Yes. Maybe flu symptoms."

His Zefanya Raut instantly turned moody, regret filling his chest cavity. He didn't realize Louis wasn't feeling well since last night. When going to sleep last night Louis was already starting to fuss, but did not think in the slightest about the possibility of his son being sick.

"I'm replacing Louis here." said Zefanya.

Silence - Zefanya observed Ezra who gave up her son without much protest, it seemed like Ezra was indeed tired. His hair looks messy and wrinkles near the eyes look more obvious but all that does not also succeed in removing his good looks. A subtle murmur swept through Zefanya's heart, she quickly turned her face away before being caught off guard for stealing a glance at her husband.

"I've given him a heat-lowering drug, but it doesn't seem to work yet." Ezra massaged his temple.

Unable to see Ezra exhausted, Zefanya advised, "Sleep for a while. I can take care of Louis."

Ezra shook his head. "Louisa's gonna wake up soon. I felt for myself how fussy Louis was when he was sick. You'll be troubled if you take care of both of them at once."

This guy is good, he always thinks about Zefanya more than anything else. Zephaniah held haru and tried to persuade Ezra.

"There are a lot of mothers out there - mothers who take care of two children at once and they're fine."

Ezra stretched his muscles. "You've just been healthy and you're recovering, you shouldn't be working too hard. Besides, as long as I'm by your side, I won't let you get tired."

"I won't be sick anymore just by looking after my two children, Ezra. There are also many servants that I can ask for help, I will not bother. And one more thing, I kept Calvin's doctor's number, I promised I'd call him as needed." Zefanya puts on her best smile to convince Ezra to rest.

From Joan's story, Ezra's life has been really messed up the last few months. The master survives only for the sake of waiting for Zefanya to come to her senses and also for the twins who have lost their mother's affection.

Zefanya caught the doubt that still clearly emanated on Ezra's face, he really did not have the heart to charge his children to Zefanya even though the health progress of Zefanya so rapidly late - this end.

"I'll wake you up whenever necessary. How's it?" added Zefanya with a soft tone she had not worn for a long time in front of Ezra. "If you're too tired, you could catch the flu."

Ezra's eyes dimmed, Zefanya's last words really touched his heart. Doesn't Zefanya care about him? In other words, Zefanya still harbored feelings for him.

"If I could, I'd like to get the flu and be treated by you."

Ezra approached and kissed Zefanya's lips quickly, enjoying it for a moment before the woman had time to react and let go. Zefanya froze and looked at Ezra with a look of shock. A short but shaken inner ci-uman, seeped into his soul. The tenderness and love of Ezra that always managed to make his heart beat fast.

Ezra's two hands cupped the pretty face he liked, while his thumbs gently rubbed Zefanya's lips.

"I love you, Ma Moitie. Very. "he said feelingly.

Zefanya retreated without knowing how to react. He had completely forgotten that Ezra was still trying to conquer himself. Zephaniah's gaze ran to Louis, completely out of words. It feels so claustrophobic when not being able to reciprocate the feelings of those we love so much.

At the moment Zefanya does not know, should be grateful or sad because his son is sick. No mother expected her child to be ill and Louisa could have contracted her twin. But on the other hand, the pain of the twins seemed to be the way to cancel the road plan - the road with Ezra. Some days they're not going anywhere, then Louise comes then Ezra and himself won't have much chance for both. This ci-uman incident cannot be repeated.

"I'm in the front room, Ma Moitie. Never hesitate to call me, whenever it is." said Ezra full of emphasis.

He removed both his hands from Zefanya's face while dying - desperately holding himself back to kiss once again her favorite petite red lips. After that he walked towards the exit and disappeared.

No words can describe the heartbreak of Zefanya. Like something was missing when Ezra let go of his hand and disappeared in the doorway. It was as if a part of him was being forcibly taken away. Pain and tightness but crying can not reduce the burden.

Suppose that...

Yes, this is just a supposition. If Ezra had known the truth, would it have been easier for Ezra to let go? Can they turn the love of a couple into the affection of a brother? Continuing to cultivate closeness as brother and sister? Can they look at each other without the desire to touch like a close relative?

She grabbed Louis and kissed him with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Can't, Louis. Can't do. I've known for a year that your father was my brother. But my love for her never changed." His speech was bitter, complaining about this injustice of his fate to his son.