I Can Hear Your Heart

15. Mate Room

I woke up tonight, felt the bed I was sleeping in and felt something disappear. Whahuh? I can't remember. Then my stomach hurts.

Kriyuk.

Hungrier. I seem to have forgotten to eat.

"You hungry?" The figure sat on the side of my bed and looked at me intensely. He squashed until I could see clearly. His handsome face was scratching and his beautiful gray eyes looked apprehensive at me.

"I'm just hungry not to die" my god, "why do you look so worried?" He chuckled small and clumsy while scratching his neatly cut black hair. Cutely. Ghosts can be so cute.

"I'll prepare some food for you."

"How to? Can you cook? What a ghost..." My words stopped, I could see him looking at me sharply. I smiled as sweetly as I could at her while hoping she wasn't angry. I know he hates being called a ghost.

Fuckin' mouth.

"I'll cook in the hotel kitchen. And after tasting it you'll know if this ghost can cook or not. Simple right?" I know he's getting upset.

Not sorry, I wanted to laugh at her words. But I try to control myself not to laugh at him. Could lose me if it turns out he was well-intentioned and really knew how to cook.

"Sorry, but I'm just a little worried you're gonna make things in the kitchen fly." I reminded him of one thing he might have forgotten. "What if someone sees you?"

"It's too late for the kitchen crew to be in the kitchen. Don't worry. Just go to sleep 'cause I'll wake you up when I'm done." He grabbed the bedcover and covered my entire body from head to toe. I uncovers the bedcover and looks at it stepping towards the door. And a feeling of anxiety plagued me.

"Hey," I called him and realized that I didn't even know what his name was. "Please don't take long" I asked him to stop. His body turned and his eyes looked at me. I should have said I was worried. I should've said I was scared even though I didn't even know what it was for. Funny and childish, maybe that's what she'll think about my attitude. Then I decided to lie, saying: "I'm so hungry." She nodded understandingly then continued her footsteps, I could even see she did not need to open the door of my room. He stepped quickly as if in a hurry and just broke through the door.

You show off, whispered my heart. But I smile too. I hope he cooks not too long because I'm really hungry, but honestly until now I completely forgot what I was doing all day until I forgot my meal schedule.

***

"Eat. Spend." After fifteen minutes he appeared in front of me in a hotel dining carriage and now placed a tray of his dishes on my bed. Then back off and lean on the front desk of the television. Staring seriously.

I stuffed the food into my mouth. Shabu-shabu with fish and chips potato in small portions and a small bowl of rice that looks like the rest of the hotel. Okay cooking rice takes a while, but wow it's so amazing. My heart shrieked at the amount of food he cooked compared to the time he spent.

And I don't mind spending all this even though it's early.

"Where did you learn to cook?"

"I don't remember." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Taste you like the cuisine of a famous restaurant chef. Do you know that?" He didn't answer me. "Could you have been a chef?"

"Of course."

"But.wait..." I stopped my meal that had been almost finished in a short time due to the delicacy of his cooking. I turned my gaze to look at her from head to toe.

He has a beautiful face. A pair of sparkling gray eyes, a pointed nose and sensual red lips. I'm guessing which girl she ever kissed.

"Stop thinking about the non-no" he said with a face that met red.

Huh huh? it seems like he's back to reading my mind. And her face was red, wow this is just my guess or it's true she remembers someone she kissed. Was that person his first love?

"If you know who that girl is, maybe we can figure out who your family is."

"Just finish your meal and go back to sleep."

"Why is your face red? Do you remember anything?" my burrows are frustrating. "Tell me who that girl is, I'll find out about her. You're too handsome not to have a lover and the first kiss is too memorable to be forgotten. So you must remember....Who's that line? Tell me."

"Stop teasing me. I really don't like humans like you. You're too brave, too intimate..."

"You mean like this?" I jumped up to him actually to get mineral water on the front desk of the television. But his reaction to even run away made me even more want to tease him. Stifling her body with my two arms outstretched on the wall, I locked her in the middle. I stared at her physique.

"How about we make a deal between us. I'll stop teasing you as long as you tell me who you are. Your name, your origin, your family and how did you die?"

"Is that important?"

"It's very important."

"What if it doesn't?"

"I won't stop teasing you" I threatened.

"You know? I'm dangerous." He threatened me back. I smiled mockingly. "First because I'm male and second because I'm a ghost." I chuckle. Don't want to be intimidated. "I can take your life, possess you..."

I touched the warm surface of his suit. Guess this is the clothes she wore when she died? My hands are still tracing his chest.I mean the surface of his suit. Make sure the material of the suit he uses. Definitely not a cheap suit. Then my hand pulled the red tie hanging from his neck, almost making his face hit my face. Reddened. Blame her white and delicate skin on her face so she couldn't even hide how the color there turned as red as a boiled crab. I enjoyed every reaction to my temptation. Blame him for not admitting everything about his identity because as far as I know ghosts also remember the past.

Deg.

I remember a ghost of a woman who cried angrily in the presence of a man because the man killed her and the baby. The anger is too real for me...

Woows. Where was that shadow? Is that a scene from a movie? Because I have no acquaintance with ghosts other than the handsome ghost that is now in front of me. Okay. Stop that intermezo. I turned to the astral being that was now in front of me. The only handsome, fascinating astral creature I want to meet every day.

She tried to hold my pull over her tie which made her body also interested, I found her eyes looking at me sharply as I returned my focus to her. Then hurriedly cast his gaze in the other direction. I imitate his behavior and yeahhh.... He glanced back at me.

Hold me, I caught again how he'd steal a look at me.

But this time I pretended to take a serious look at the brand of tie and brace she was wearing. Ralph Lauren with silk tie material. Maybe the tie alone is priced at two to three millions for a gold-plated tie clamp he wears. Then my finger moved on the pocket square in his suit pocket (a handkerchief folded in such a way as to add to the impression in the official appearance) there was an initials there RF-may also mean Ralph Lauren.

Obviously he's not a random person.

"Maybe you're not just a chef, your clothes are too official." This is what I wanted to say earlier, but was distracted from facing his handsome face and cute attitude when I was tempted. I'm thinking seriously. "Maybe you're also a hotel manager? Or...is the hotel owner?"

But it's still dead and just a ghost.

What was that? Will he let me hear his heart?

I looked at him in disbelief.

"What if we get to know each other. Better yet." I stretched out my hand. " My name is Emely."

"What food do you like?" He asked without shaking my hand. So I took my hand down and took it out of my arm. I grabbed my drinking glass at the sideboard table under the television. Then gulp down my drinking water under his gaze.

"Do you want to make me dinner every night?" ask me to know what the question means.

"I'll think if you're being nice." I laughed crazily. What am I not good at? Letting him stay in my room for free even master my television from morning to night.

"I'm not picky about food. I'll eat all the food you cook just don't mix it with poison." He glared annoyedly at me. I smiled with satisfaction.

"I thought of doing that, if your attitude didn't improve," he threatened to make me laugh. He scrunched his mouth. So adorable. "What's your favorite color?" He said he'd open the conversation again.

"Blue."

"Such as the sky or like the sea?"

"Sky." I'm saying. "If you?" Looked at his face. "What's your favorite color?"

"Orange."

"Like Citrus skin or..."

"Softter. Like the light of the sun at sunset." He looked at me warm, warmer than the sun. Eyes shady. I always felt comfortable looking into his eyes.

"What kind of woman do you like?" I really want to know about him.

"What kind of question is that?" He declined. "Remember I'm dead."

"Even if you're dead." I used the quotation marks on that word, "maybe your taste is still the same as when you turned it on? so tell me who's the woman you remember?" I pulled back the tie that hung his neck. His face looks funny. I like it when I see him like that. Fun to tease him.

"Don't tease me." I laughed at his warning. Ignoring the fact that his face looked upset. "What if then I tease you?" He finally replied to me, his eyes twitching mischievously. I reflexively removed my pull from the tie he was wearing. But his burly palm cupped my entire grasp and with just a single jolt, me and him changed indefinitely. I may have misjudged it. Although he is a ghost, but just like any other man, he does not like to be challenged. Our bodies are stuck together. And then I felt something that made me freeze. The soft, soft lips touched my lips.

Her hand was coiled around my waist and her other hand felt on my back neck. It's not my first kiss, I had a kiss with my boyfriend in college. But of course it was my first time kissing a ghost and I don't know why I like it. I love the sensation of heat hitting my body because of this activity. I love the sensation of his lips and his real touch only on my nape and waist, but it carries a big impact like a gentle breeze tickling my whole body. So I let my instincts lead me back to her kiss.

My hands moved slowly in her hair. Then I realized something, I couldn't touch it. He turned transparent and my touch penetrated through him. He did this to me.

"I can't touch you."

He grinned mischievously. "But I can touch you" he said, reuniting our lips. "It's the closing day" he added. I want to protest as my eyes stare at the clock on the wall of my room. At 02.29 wibb in the morning. Is it the day or the day opener? What ever's.

I received her last kiss before she took me to bed and laid me down. "You should sleep. Happy nice dream," she whispered as she pulled the bedcover over my body. Then fix the eating equipment.

I watched him in silence. Maybe people will say I'm crazy if anyone knows my mind. But he was the perfect lover in my eyes. First I couldn't hear his heart, second he was kind and very considerate, third he was handsome, fourth he protected me even bet his life for me.

I feel de javu. There was a fuzzy shadow in my mind as he helped me from a monstrous creature. But I know it never happened.

Uppss.I'm doing a mistake, not to bet a life. Yet somehow my heart was sure he would always be by my side to look after me and even bet my life for me.