
The massage was over, after taking the masseuse out, Emily headed for the dining room because Romario was waiting for her there. While eating a meal, Romario asked her if it was difficult to learn all that or not, and Emily simply replied, if you get used to it, it will not be difficult.
"Start tonight, you have to sleep, listen to Leon."
The spoon in Emily's hand almost fell out of fear. "So fast?"
"Of course, honey, you two are married. How can your rooms be any different."
Emily sighed harshly, with a look down the girl nodded. However Leon was her husband, shouldn't they have slept together. After all he was just a comatose man, unable to move or speak. Of course it was better than having to sleep in that cold dark room back. It's been quite 2 years he's been languishing in that place, now he doesn't want to anymore. So whatever Romario says with a heavy heart he must agree.
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Emily was already in Leon's room at this time, between astonishment, amused and bewildered. The 21-year-old woman was staring with eyes and a gaping mouth. In order to welcome the newlyweds, Leon's room in magic became like a garden. Flowers everywhere, even bed sheets they replace with clean white. Wanting to laugh, Leon liked the color black and why they replaced it with white and again, why should there be so many flowers.
"If only the cruel man had come to his senses, he might have burned me with these flowers."
Emily turned off the headlights and left the dim lights on. Joya says if the light is too bright it will provoke Lady Saina to come. The fox woman checks every hour what Emily's doing. And that pisses him off. He felt that he was a prisoner who had to be monitored.
"Listen, from now onwards to forever, you are my husband. Then like it or not you should treat me well later after you realize. If you feel this is ridiculous then just like me, this is also ridiculous. You said you didn't like me before, but now you're my husband. Get up and tell them I'm innocent. For these 2 years I've suffered enough because of you, I don't hate you, but if you keep sleeping like this then I'll really hate you."
Emily approached Leon, then practiced how to massage the way she learned. While massaging, he began with a story, it is possible that Leon could wake up to hear the sad story he experienced. A little he added spice, to provoke Leon's reaction.
"Didn't you miss your girlfriend? Didn't you say if you manage to get her heart again, our match will be annulled. Since I am here to gain my freedom then you must also wake up and regain your love." Emily hardened her massage, it was no longer a massage but the woman was like pinching it.
"Leon!! Arise .... You have to tell your mother the truth."
Emily kept screaming, occasionally he pinched the man's body again. However, there was absolutely no response from Leon. 1 hour passed and Emily felt increasingly sleepy. His hands are getting tired because he continues to massage from earlier. He shifted at the end of the bed so wide, curled up and started to close his eyes.
In the middle of the night, Emily began to feel a cold, thick blanket that she had in this room only covered Leon's body, if she wanted to wear it then had to variety with the man. And that means he has to get a little closer so that the blanket can cover both. It's a winter night, the bones are shivering again, the disease is coming just like when he was in prison, during 2 years in prison he only sleeps with a thin mattress, obviously if the bones will be crushed.
"Oh my God, it's cold." Emily could not hold back anymore, she rolled over to the middle, pulled a little blanket and covered her body to the neck.
Accidentally turning around, Emily comes into contact with Leon's body, and is very surprising. Leon's body felt warm and comfortable. "Uhhmm," whispered Emily softly. He unconsciously leaned his body closer to Leon. "You're very warm." Slowly, Emily's eyes began to dim along with the disappearance of the cold that spread to her bones. The girl fell asleep and did not realize there was no longer any distance between her and Leon.