Liberoses
#35: Expecting not to go
“Nona, miss also need dinner, Mr. Davila will be angry if you know the lady has not eaten dinner,” The sound is like a broken radio that played many times.
The night has picked up. The sun has now changed into a moon decorated with several stars.
Grace remained motionless from her place, reluctant to walk out to dinner, or to do any activities.
All he did now was sit under the bath, enjoy the fragrance of therapeutic scent candles, and warm water. The girl looked at her phone, there it was 9:30, half ten and she was still comfortable in Bath up.
His eyes wandered towards the window before him, staring at the beautiful night sky. The moon shines brightly and the stars that emit light are no less bright. I smiled short. Feel calmer when you look at the sky.
“Mr Davila is familiar with this situation, miss. So believe me, that he must be back.” The doctor's words were still twisted in his mind, he took one bubble around his warm water then rubbed the foam all over his hands.
Davila must be back. He murmured in his heart, his eyes glaring.
“Honey, a woman as beautiful as you should suffer like this.” Lirih that guy is vile. The dark-haired guy and the ash-eye.
“Close to the most successful entrepreneur in America is not easy, right? Miss?” The guy then slapped my left cheek again.
Suddenly the shadow arrived as he was twisted, the speech of some people about Davila as if connecting to each other in his brain.
Everyone's talking about Davila. About how hard it is to be Davila. The guy always loses his closest people, the guy gets hurt a lot, the guy is always involved in problems that must end in a ceasefire.
I let out a short sigh, then took a towel to dry my body. My hand moved to pick up a thick black hoodie in the closet. Davila Wardrobe.
The corner of my lips lifted, forming a small smile. I know, with my Hoodie and my shorts on, I'm gonna get cold, but I want to.
Because Grace knew, there must be a scent of Davila perfume in every curve of the Hoodie, the girl smiled then looked at her reflection with a black Hoodie and shorts drowning in the length of the Hoodie.
He muttered softly, then chuckled blandly.
It was like Grace was losing. Losing something he had never imagined before.
Grace never thought that losing a Davila would be this painful, the girl stared at the reflection of her face.
Davila must be back.
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“Davila!” Grace smiled happily, she extended her hand to Davila, who was greeted with a warm smile by Davila. The man hugged Grace tightly.
The girl closed her eyes, feeling Davila's warm embrace, making her comfortable.
Slowly Davila stretched out her arms, she then rubbed Grace's forehead slowly, leaving the girl confused, but she did nothing.
Davila smiles.
“Grace, sorry I can't go back.” Lirih Davila slowly, he kissed Grace's forehead a few seconds to make the girl fixated, confused.
“M—you mean?” Davila did not reply, slowly he began to walk away with his smile that did not fade.
Grace's tears rolled, she reached the ashes in haste.
“Davila? Davila!!”
Grace woke up, her breathing was irregular, her eyes were still blurry, because she had just fallen asleep. The girl got up from her bed. Staring around.
Davila..?? Davila's!
Let's just say Grace is weird, but the dream is enough to make a Grace wake up in a hurry. He was still trying to catch his breath.
Tuk...
Somehow Grace felt a slow step, she quickly ran out of the large room, sure enough she found the person she was looking for.
Davilais. The guy was surprised to learn Grace was still up at this late hour.
Grep's!
Grace quickly hugged Davila tightly. Very tight, so Davila had to hold on to the handle of the stairs so they did not fall.
The guy took a slow breath then rubbed Grace's head, slowly sounding the girl's gentle sobbing. Grace was crying in Davila's arms.
Grace wrapped her legs around Davila's stomach, holding Grace's feet and holding her in the room, letting Grace cry.
“D—davila—” Grace began to speak, albeit intermittently, Davila hugged Grace tightly, kissing the girl's forehead slowly. That brunette guy's pulling Grace.
“This is me,” Reply Davila is calm, calm Grace who is crying, she does not know why Grace is crying, and she does not know why Grace can wake up and meet her when she has walked as slowly as possible. He doesn't know.
Davila took a slow breath and laid Grace's body on the bed. The girl did not let go of her embrace, she even more tightened her embrace. Davila kissed the grooves of Grace's neck.
“Do not cry, Grace.” The guy rubs softly the tears that flow from both beads of Grace's eyes. But the girl cried even more, making Davila finally kiss both eyes alternately.
“Do not cry. I feel like I failed to be a man if you cry,” Lirih Davila quietly, making Grace's cry slowly subside, but the girl still did not let go of her embrace.
“Davila—hiks—don't leave me.” Loosely Grace in Davila's ear, the boy shook his head slowly.
“No, I'm sorry Grace,” Reply Davila then wiped Grace's tears.
“Sleep. I'm not leaving you. Good night.” Davila's whisper then kissed the girl's forehead long ago. He tightened his arms and let Grace close her eyes.
A few moments later, Grace seemed to have fallen asleep. Davila slowly got up, then pulled out a blanket to cover their bodies.
Grace only wears shorts. The girl would be cold if she didn't use the blanket.
In the dark, Davila smiled softly. A smile that had been stuck for how many years was not on his lips.
Her heart warms when she finds out that Grace is worried about her. He doesn't know why, but he is happy when Grace worries about him, expects him to come back soon, even asks him not to leave.
His heart is beating fast.
