Husband Pay

Chapter 57

The fence had just opened, a sign that Diero had just returned. Deliberately he decided to go home rather late—dodge, to be exact.

Maybe Zaneta is spending the night out there, he doesn't care anymore. Passport just waiting in hand, ticket too. So, there's no hope left for him here

"You ... Where have you been?"

Same question, like last night. The difference, this time the body greeted him enthusiastically. Diero took off his shoes, again avoiding eye contact. Do not first, he is not ready to be thrown high again and then struck inhumanely. To be honest, this kind of face was what he wanted to welcome home in the future. But, no ....

The highlight implies hope. "Can ... we talk?"

"Outside my head is hot" flat Diero.

The swing was moved by Zaneta with a small, while Diero clung one foot to the iron buffer as if holding back. There was no reason that Diero gave the origin of this proposal, and Zaneta did not ask any questions. To be precise, they still felt surrounded by silence.

Stupid, one heart screaming. Strange, another heart cried.

"Stop, my head is dizzy."

The movement of the swing slowly stopped, ending the silence and the whirring of the wind piercing the skin.

The fingers on the lap began to be moistened by drops belonging to Zaneta. Stuffy. Glancing with watery eyes at the man who was still throwing his face away instead, the treatment he received was too torturous all over his body. "Ma.. af. I .. sorry.." accompanied by a choked cry from a stuffy nose. "you. hate. Yeah... Aren't you?"

In silence, the fist on the pocket was getting tightened. How could his ears feel at home hearing such a cry, should the man he had given the opportunity be held responsible. The bastard was looking to die apparently, Diero's sharp jaw started to bluff.

The more flexed the face, spilling a circle that can no longer be dammed. Now that Diero La Martin has contracted a Zaneta Romero, he is. "Your attitude.the more .... make me... GET SICK... THE SOUL!" The roar was free to fill the front yard, like a child deprived of toys.

Fool, why cry! Diero labored, forming a sturdy fortress of indifference. No, if he hugged that body. Zaneta already belongs to someone else, if she takes the same attitude kill her own feelings.

"DOOON'T LEAVE ME ALONE, DIERO LA MARTIN ... PLEASEEE.." The request continued to wrangle. "I don't have anything to share. I'm... I'm alone, stressed, and. highly depressed...."

The shoulders of the white shirt had been wet, Zaneta again swept the rough clear grain on the cloth. A dozen minutes later they were again struck without language, Zaneta's chin leaning on Diero's shoulder. Stare blankly at the tall fence along with wild plants that begin to grow there.

"I'm sorry.." he said. "Sorry... Diero La Martin." tightening his arm circles. His face was turning slowly, the red eyes were still paying attention to the silhouette that was still petrified. Very late, then landed his lips gently on the temple followed by the closed petals, and his body reacted with disrepute. The body, yes, it clearly feels its response to the body's comfort.

"You... are you better?" the man's gaze continued to support straight.

"Hm. With you." Zaneta idled slowly, reaching for something in her real skirt pocket. The sturdy fingers he reached, fingered his index finger on the vein line that raised on the back of the hand like a tributary. The ring he showed in his own tank. "Mi... vuoi .. sposare? (Would you marry me?)"

"Huh?" Diero frowning misgivings. Without asking for more explanation, the ring was again embedded in his ring finger. Thousands of question marks shrouded his head. Just this time he found the bride who proposed to the groom, emancipation huh? "explain. What'sthis?" seriously door.

"Cariann won't. It doesn't fit, he said."

"Hurting me is your talent, right?"

"No," Zaneta's sergeant dimmed. "From the beginning, this ring was indeed on your finger. Please don't you move hands."

Replace, Diero flat-headed. "Oh, good to hear that." Being too tired to bring up the debate.

"Ti amo's... Diero's...."

There's no reply.

Connect ....

Sorry I just got up ....