I Am Yours, Mr Chevalier!
The Part 112
For me and her to say: "We're in heaven now"
We're in heaven now
Falling from above, we're in heaven now
My wings will carry you away
Mia threw her body onto her narrow bed. Staring at the sky - the dim sky of his room. The lyric of Icarus With You sung by Ben this afternoon is still ringing in his mind.
Who was the song written for?
The girl sighed softly. Of course for his late wife.
Mia closed her eyes. His left fingers were moved - a movement like pressing the violin strings along with the singing of Icarus With You with a heavy Ben voice, inside his head.
His heart seemed to be slashed. Understanding every word in the song's lyrics, which seemed to be the fruit of Ben's pain all along. Left by the woman he loved so much. Until easily Mia can produce stolen tones throughout the song. Creating a short melody in the intro, a long melody in the middle of the song, to close the end of the song very sweetly.
During the rehearsal last afternoon at Rebellion's studio, their eyes met once in a while. Throw each other smiles, sign each other to keep their music game harmonization.
I don't know, Mia felt that moment was very intimate for her. His chest was filled with rumbling that was endlessly overflowing - overflowing. He could freely admire Ben's beautiful blue eyes, tracing each curve of the man's body with the corner of his eyes, and mischievously his brain imagined his fingers touching his skin.
Mia covered her face with a pillow. Trying to drive away the erratic feelings that really tormented her. The feeling of uncertainty that is increasingly felt deeper, producing a longing to always see the figure of Ben who is so charming.
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GREENWICH VILLAGE, MANHATTAN.
"Ah, Mia, Daren's still sleeping. You can wait here or in the back garden if you want." Jackleyn reports as soon as Mia walks into Daren's playroom.
"Okay, waiting in the back garden sounds good." Mia said while leaning her violin on the wall.
"Let me take it."
Jackeyn takes Mia to a large back garden. Is beautiful. With thin snow stuck on the leaves. The expanse of jasmine winter flowers and the various types of flowers that remain in bloom in winter are so soothing to his eyes.
"You want me to make you a hot drink?" jackelyn.
"Oh, no need, Jacky, thank you," he said, sitting on a long iron-structured wooden garden chair next to an oak shumard whose leaves began to fall.
Mia tightened her thick jacket to ward off the tickling cold. The girl swept a glance across the garden area, then stopped at a curved-shaped arch overgrown with dried vines, covered by thin snow.
Looks like a former wedding arch that became the background of an altar. Where usually a pair of brides say the sacred promise of marriage in the presence of a priest.
Maybe Ben and his late wife got married there.
A very sacred and beautiful wedding, of course.
Mia breathed deeply - deeply. Smile for nothing. The girl was still looking at the curved object that seemed to be filled with fond memories, until she felt that someone had been sitting next to her.
Mia's heart seemed to stop, for the sake of seeing the figure wrapped in a long black sweater, sitting next to her, carrying a bottle of wine and two long-legged glasses, he said, and put those things in the middle of them.
"Hi," said. With a shrewd pour red liquid in the bottle into the glass - the glass. Then thrust one of them at Mia. "Warm your body." He said.
"Thanks," Mia said in a hoarse voice. Grabbing a glass from Ben's hand.
"Emm .. at five in the afternoon."
"Monday I have business in Linden, so you can come with me."
Mia swallowed her saliva. One car with him again. "O - okay."
Ben gulped down his wine, then turned towards Mia.
"Do you like to drink wine?" he asked, seeing Mia just twisted - milin her glass.
"A - I like." Mia started to sip her wine. Gentler. Wine is expensive, it seems. Her body feels warm. Ben glimpsed. The man was so relaxed. He leaned his back against the back of the chair, then straightened his left arm towards Mia's back. Making the girl turn her back a little, in order to dispel the clumsy feeling that was running over her.
"What's your full name, Mia?"
"Huh?" Mia stuttered. "Ouh, it's Lamia .. Lois .. Carnations Kusuma."
"Hmmm .. Lamia, Lamia. It is not in Greek mythology that Lamia was the beautiful son of Poseidon, who made Zeus fall in love with her and be envied by Hera."
Mia looked towards Ben. Then nod.
"I like your name, I just call you Lamia, okay?" Ben smiles. Then take the wine back.
Mia closed her eyes for a moment. Trying to control the rumbling inside his chest.
"You know what, Lamia?" Ben turned back to look at Mia, his eyes looked soft, his cheeks were slightly reddened.
Mia looks at Ben, but has no power to linger - long pitting her eyes with those dazzling blue eyes. Until finally the girl lowered her head in an overwhelming nervousness.
"You remind me of Daren's mother."
Mia was surprised to hear Ben. Didn't he hear wrong. It's not like Ben he knows. He only talks about ordinary things with her.
"Owhh," Mia choked when she realized Ben had moved the bottle and glass in the middle of them to the floor, and now the man was only a few cents away from her.
Slowly but surely, Ben brought his face closer to her and unthinkingly, the man's lips had touched her gently.
Oh my God, what happened? God help me, I'm gonna have a heart attack any minute.
Mia closed her eyes. Enjoying the touch of Ben's lips that make his whole body feel stiff. Until an appeal resuscitated him and made Ben stop his kiss. Lifting both hands with a slash, then stroking his hair from his forehead to the back of his head. Daren's interrupting his activities.
"Mia, come here!" daren's call was heard again. Mia tried to regulate her breathing and control herself so as not to collapse when standing later. His body feels weak.
"Excuse me, Mr. Chevalier . emm .. Ben."
Mia immediately left Ben bowed while holding his head with both hands. Then it rushed towards Daren who was waiting for him in the doorway. Welcomed the girl happily.
Ben looked at the curved iron that had been overgrown with dried vines. The Wedding Arch is the place where he and Laras said the sacred promise of marriage that has been left for three years, through the many seasons that come and go.
Ben squeezed his face slowly.
"I'm sorry, Baras .. I'm so sorry, Baby."
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