Port of Love Sang Casanova

PCSC2C. How you feeling?

Micel leaned his body against the wall, pressing his chest not to feel the tightness. What should he do to alleviate his grief? His stomach feels hungry, he hasn't eaten, tonight.

Micela wiped her tears and fixed her hair tie then headed towards the kitchen. Micel opened the freezer. There's not much food there.

Micela closed her beautiful eyes. What to eat? Micel stepped out of the kitchen. Micel runs into Vino who is carrying several plastic bags. The two looked at each other. Vino looked ordinary, like nothing had happened before. The habits of men are always like this.

"You hungry? I bought this stuff, cook it. I happen to be very hungry too. Since noon hasn't eaten" Vino said as he put some plastic bags on the table. Not eaten since lunch?

Micel closed his beautiful eyes, recalling a set of dishes that had been cooked. Micel took a deep breath, that's it. The important thing is not to mubadzir because Nicho and his family have eaten.

"wait what else?" ask Vino while taking out some vegetables, carrots, macaroni, sausages and flat noodles. Micela immediately approached, grabbed a carrot and peeled.

While Vino took a skillet and spatula and placed on the stove. Micel glanced at the deft-looking Vino.

"Oh," complained Micel.

His netting glanced at Vino, making the knife he was holding miss and hit his fingertips. Fresh blood dripped down profusely.

Vino stopped his activity, grabbed Micel's hand and washed it. Micel grimaced in pain. Soon Vino smokes Micel's fingers because the blood never stops. Micel looked grimacing, feeling a sharp pain.

Vino took a chair, he sat down then pulled Micel over his lap. His left hand grabbed the P3k box that was on the wall, putting it on the table. His hands curled around Micel's waist perfectly while treating the iris wound on Micela's left middle finger.

Micel felt his heartbeat beating faster. Glanced at Vino who looked very handsome. Vino has finished treating Micel's wounds. Put the P3k box back in place. Vino placed his chin on Micela's shoulder, his hands perfectly coiled around the waist of the beautiful woman who was now sitting on her lap.

The two dissolved in feeling somehow, Vino clasped Micela's hand tightly.

"Sit down, I'll cook for you," Vino lifted Micel's body in his cradle and sat Micela down to a chair close to her for cooking later.

Micel stood up and took some onions and peeled them. Vino smiled and looked at his wife.

"Rest, I'll make it for you" he said. Micel looked at Vino and smiled.

"Which hurts my fingers, I can cook. Don't underestimate me, Mr. Rezhidan Alvino pradikta, " Micel then sauteed some herbs. Vino smiled and looked at Micel proudly.

"I know, you're a great woman. Miss Micela Adelia Dika," said Vino, slipping Micela's hair in her ear.

"Maybe I'm not a perfect man, but I hope to get married once in my lifetime" Vino said calmly in Micela's ear.

Micel closed his eyes, feeling a sigh of warmth lingering in his heart. Maybe it was everyone's dream then was he Vino's hope?

"You may marry once more to the right man" Micel replied calmly. Vino took a long breath.

"Don't you ask me how I feel?" asked Vino while looking at the beautiful face of the person who was now in the arms.

Micel looked gently at her husband, and even she wanted to know how he felt. Micel stuffed vegetable carrots and noodles into the pan and stirred them with a spatula. Before long, Micel served food on the table.

Micel turned his steps then looked at Vino calmly.

"How do you feel about me?" asked Micela who was currently staring fixedly at her husband who was currently a blanket of Angora cats.

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