Love Story of Alex And Desi

Exhaustion

Desi only pecked when she saw Alex who was angry with her. His eyes were already glazed because Alex snapped back screeching in his ears.

Alex walks out of his room leaving Desi still standing. He closed the door of his room a little hard. Wreaked his anger on the door. Slowly she leaned her body against the door. Closing both of his eyes. Adjust his breath so that the tightness does not squeeze his chest too much. He really took everything out on Desi tonight. He did not believe that if it was a little late then he would lose Desi.

Alex slowly went down the stairs. His shaky steps have shown that he is running out of energy to face Desi. He still walked towards the kitchen. Take a pot and then put in water and boil it. Before going to bed he was used to drinking warm milk made by his mother. But it seems like the mother was too tired to make Alex drink it before going to bed.

While waiting for the boiling water Alex recalled Desi's words about justice. "What's so unfair of me to you that you're talking about justice?" Alex muttered slowly. He still could not believe that he had witnessed with his own eyes that Desi was about to die.

"Alexes..."

The mother's call managed to surprise Alex who was standing in front of the stove. "Mama..."

"You're daydreaming?" Ask Marisa who's been sitting in the kitchen chair.

Alex responded to his mother's question with a smile. Then slowly he shook his head.

"If you're not daydreaming why did we let the water boil?" Marisa asked while pointing at the boiling water in the pot.

Alex turned off the stove. "Sorry..." Said later. He immediately poured the water into a glass that he had given milk and stirred it.

"You got a problem?" Marisa's asking who noticed the face of her only son was showing some annoyance.

"Nothing..." Alex answered while shaking his head quickly. "I'm doing fine. I'm just tired..." Add it again while drinking his own milk. He tried to cover up his nervousness answering questions from his mother. He didn't want his mother to know how she was doing with Desi now.

"Tired?"

"Hum..." Alex answered, nodding his head. "Sesi makes me tired." she replied again while exhaling slowly.

"Fatigue from Desi?" Ask Marisa enthusiastically. His lips showed a million-watt smile. Tired of what he thinks Alex has managed to make Desi no longer have virginity.

Alex looked at the mother who had just shown a shy smile. His forehead was already pucker not understanding what the mother had thought. "Mama why?" Ask curiously.

Alex just shook his head slowly while staring at the back of the mother who had disappeared behind the wall. He drank the warm milk he made himself until it was finished. After that he washed the glass he had used and put it on the shelf. Clean your hands with a washcloth available on the kitchen table. Then he walked up to the stairs. Climb the stairs one by one to his room. He slowly opened the door and entered his room. On the bed he saw Desi who was already asleep. Slowly he walked closer to Desi. Looked at his puffy eyes. "Surely she was crying..." Mumbled wailing. His eyes were fixed on the blanket that covered Desi's body to the feet. Then he pulled the blanket to the chest of the woman who is now legally his wife. The woman he had to room with. He tidied up the hair of Desi that covered his face. For a while he still watched the face of Desi ayu, who seemed to have exhausted the incident earlier when he was unconscious in the bathroom.

It had been about ten minutes Alex was still standing watching Desi who was definitely dreaming. Somehow Desi's face made her seem unsatisfied to look at him. But the gaze of his eyes momentarily collapsed when Desi was writhing slowly. He breathed slowly. Then take one pillow next to Desi then walk towards the sofa. Lay out the pillow, then sleep on the sofa. He glanced at the wall clock that had shown at half-two p.m. Then he grabbed a book on the table and read it.

***

Desi blinked a few times her eyes as the cold pierced her skin. He slowly yawned while stretching his hands and he sat down. His eyes were fixed on the long sofa that Alex was sleeping on.

Slowly he got out of bed until he made no sound. Step by step he walked towards Alex. He saw Alex sleeping with his hands together. On his chest was a book that Alex seemed to have read.

Then Desi walked towards the bathroom. He spent almost half an hour in the bathroom. Then he came out of the bathroom wearing his full work clothes. He wears a blouse and blends it with skinny pants. He still found Alex asleep. Then she put on her face with as much natural makeup as possible.

He did not intend to wake Alex because he was afraid that he would disturb Alex's sleep. Without looking at Alex, Desi came out of the room that was now also his room.

***

Alex wriggling. He opened his eyes. Look at his room. Now his eyes were fixed on the bed he used to sleep in. Blank. Alex stood up. He was confused when he did not find Desi not in his room. He ran straight to the bathroom. He taps slowly in the bathroom and intersperses his call on Desi but there is no answer. He opened the bathroom door. Blank. There's no Desi in the bathroom.

Alex ran out of the room. He came down the stairs with a run. He panics when he can't find Desi in his room. He was afraid that Desi would do something like last night. He went straight out of the house. His eyes turned to the right and to the left looking for a woman who he had unknowingly tucked into his heart.

"Where's Desi?" Alex asked all of his house assistants who were doing their jobs in the front garden. However all the household assistants could only stare at each other. They do not know where the wife of the master is currently. Not getting an answer from all the household assistants finally Alex ran back into the house. "Where's Desi?" Shouts Alex. Looking for his wife to the back. He was frustrated when no one answered his question.

"What's wrong?"

The two words managed to make Alex face the direction of the voice. He knows that voice very well. A voice that filled his day for about six days. He saw Desi standing next to his mother in the kitchen. Without warning he immediately ran towards Desi and hugged her.

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