My Crazy Household's

Episode 47's

Eliot bends his leg toward Selena. He sat quietly next to his wife. His hand hesitantly reached the woman's head, sliding her slowly over her shoulder. "You want to hear music?" ask Eliot. Things change drastically, the relationship that was originally close changed far because of the tragedy of the misunderstanding.

Eliot seems to regulate every movement, even the way his speech sounds foreign. Not like the haughty Young Master Alaric.

Selena refused, shaking her head while holding her head up. He looked into Eliot's eyes as he drew closer the meeting of their faces. "I want to enjoy your voice. Can you tell me a little bit about your work? Or whatever it is. I miss your voice." Selena touched the man's cheek. He stared intensely and thirstily.

"Nothing interesting. I'm nervous right now, I don't know why my heart's pounding so hard. I can't control it." Eliot clasped Selena's hand, putting the woman's cold palm over her chest. Letting his wife feel the rumbling that ripped apart her calmness. "My world looked bleak when you decided to leave this house. I can't think of anything but you." Eliot smiles, feeling like a fool when he remembers how ruined his life was after being left behind by his wife. "I've never been afraid, but this time I felt it. Don't ever do that again!" firmly Eliot.

"Well, I promise. Are you being relaxed? Not going to work?" selena asked confusedly.

"Should I answer?"

Selena silently swallowed her own question. "I don't think it's necessary." She climbed on Eliot's thigh, and laid herself on the two legs of her husband. "Stay here with me. Don't leave me even a cent!" selena's orders. He closed his eyes too. Enjoy the fragrant pants that continue to cheer up his nose. He felt calm and happy. It was as if the man's body temperature hummed to sleep his fresh eyes. He also began to fall. Slowly his eyes closed.

"Maybe he sleeps in the slit of my foot" Eliot said. He lowered his head, looking at the wife's face from up there. So satisfied that it was palpable in the stomach of a flying butterfly.

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The rolling clouds dragged by the strong wind. The weather was so bad today. The sky is gray with a thin speck of rain. No birds chirping or chickens crowing. All the inhabitants of the earth seem to be hiding in their homes.

"Selena .. Let's get up! You must eat" said Eliot, poking his wife's cheek. Many times he woke Selena, but the woman's eyes were still closed without being disturbed. "He sleeps like a b*bi. Exactly as Mr. Tomy said," he murmured softly.

"I'm still sleepy, wake me up in twenty minutes" he said. He was so reluctant to get out of that warm duvet.

"My baby's probably starving in your stomach. Come on!" force Eliot. He pulled the duvet from the top of Selena, until the cold gusts of the room tormented his white legs. He shuddered in response to this gloomy weather.

"I've told you twenty minutes," he whined his feet on the bed. He was upset, his forehead was so wrinkled that he was unhappy. "I still want to sleep!" clearly emphasized. He rose from his sleeping position while throwing hateful lyrics at Eliot. "In a moment, I beg you!" the door prostrated. A second later, Selena sloshed her body again right above her prostration.

"This naughty woman," decak Eliot. He shifted both of his wife's legs to the edge, until the sole rested on the hairy carpet.

Both of Selena's legs were forced to move down from the bed. He shook his head to stop Eliot from pulling his hand. "Why are you a forcible? Didn't I tell you to wait a few more minutes?" His tone snapped. His eyes glared as he stomped his feet.

Eliot took off his grip, he glanced at his wife. His face turned stiff and flat. It was so cold, that Selena kept silent. "There seems to be no more awkwardness between us. You yelled at me when yesterday your treatment was like a slave to love" Eliot said. He walked towards the kitchen leaving Selena and ignored the annoying jolt.

Selena pondered for a moment. Her new bad attitude was shown to her husband. "Aish .. I forgot that we just made up." Selena then chased after Eliot, with her husband's hand and equalized their steps. "Do you feel hurt? Don't put it in my heart, I'm just kidding. Come on, don't pout that way, I won't repeat it." Early this morning the two had fought over a simple matter. Selena ended up persuading her husband to get rid of the sour look that was plastered on her face. "Ehm, it's hard to persuade this big baby." Selena held both sides of the man's shoulders, and then held him for a while so that their eyes would meet immediately. "You're seriously on strike to talk to me?" ask Selena to make sure.

Eliot sculpted, deliberately so that the woman was introspecting herself with his bad temper. Honestly Eliot felt bullied when Selena dodged herself. Instantly his mental steel changed ciut heard the thunder of the wife's voice.

"No problem. I'll keep talking until you say it!" his determination is full of ambition.

He immediately sat up straight on the chair, waiting for Eliot to make him milk and breakfast. "Well, my day is blessed by my husband's good looks" Selena praised in admiration. Her pupils widened watching her husband's cooking activities. The corner of his lips continued to lift because it was good to look at Eliot.

Big, veined hands, white skin with plump fingers. It was so beautiful, that Selena had to swallow her own spit holding back the charm of Eliot's good looks. He bit his lower lip, feeling called out as Eliot began to move his hand stirring the milk in the glass.

"Now I'm jealous of that glass." Selena took a breath. "Eliot!" call him. She began to feel bored because her husband did not say his greeting.

The truck!

Eliot put the glass on the table. Not saying anything, just giving so that his wife immediately spent the milk that had just been made by him.

"I don't want to drink it!"

Selena raised the glass that had just been placed on the table. "Unless you give it to me." He turned Eliot's body until they looked at each other. Grasping the man's chin violently, Selena gouged the man with the milk. Before Eliot swallowed her, Selena landed her lips on a soft object that belonged to her husband. He kissed the man. Eliot pulled his head down and the milk spilled right into his mouth.

"Geez-uhuk!" Eliot choked on the milk he accidentally swallowed. He hit the chest of his field so as not to have a blockage in his respiratory tract.

"ah! So fresh!" he said in relief as he swept his wet lips with the back of his hand. He smiled bitterly with satisfaction in his heart. "I want one more time" he said with eyes. He approached Eliot, then held him by the man's wrist.

Eliot was intimidated, his step back to avoid the savagery of his wife.

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