Rivandy Lex: The Modern Military

Psychological Issues: Sheeran Chezka 1.6

The biggest problem starts now.

Sheeran and I were sitting in a chair waiting for the train to go back to Moscow. Sheeran was falling asleep because it was exhausting to kiss me all the time. Therefore, I kept him so that Sheeran could replenish his power.

I keep myself warm. I really want to wear my body warmers. However, that would make Sheeran angry. I don't want to make that girl scold me. So, I fell silent so as not to be scolded by her.

But I made a fatal mistake. I made Sheeran suffer. It even made me fall. Falling in the pit of suffering. It's not comparable to me yet.

on December 27, at 07:07, Sheeran woke up suddenly. He looked around before he got on the train. However, he was surprised by the blue sky. He tried to repeat the same thing. However, not seeing the night mark though. With that bad situation, he woke me up forcefully.

"Rivandy! Awake up!" Sheeran shook my body to wake me up. 

Soon, I woke up with not too bad air. I opened my eyes and looked at Sheeran.

"What's wrong?"

"What time is it?" I was panicking about my current condition.

"It's a while. ... It's 07:07. Why?" I asked immediately to pick up my phone and replied with my gaze to the screen.

"What?! At 07:07?! We leave at 20:00. Why didn't you wake me?"  Sheeran is angry that he missed the train. 

"It's cold outside" I replied, holding back the cold.

Hearing my explanation, Sheeran slapped me straight away. The slap made me fall easily as it got weaker. I fell down and tried to stand up but couldn't. With that, Sheeran lifted me up.

"Rivandy stupid! That was my last money! We missed this train. Because of you, we can't go back to Moscow!" Sheeran scolded me with a slap on my cheek. 

Sheeran's anger pushed me to the floor. I felt pain when I was slammed. It was like being slapped by Akishima at that moment. I made Sheeran hurt me. In fact, I'm getting weaker and helpless. I made Sheeran like this.

With that decision, Sheeran took the goods of the two of us with a flushed face and stepped in with a few words thrown out. I stood up from my fall even though I couldn't because I lost all my strength.

"Easy! We better just walk. The distance between Moscow City and Voronezh City is 515 km" he explained, ordering me to walk.

"But, Sheeran. I have a credit card. We can buy it again" I suggested with a credit card in my hand. 

"Fuck with credit cards! It's free if you have money but there's no train heading to Moscow right now." Sheran was trying to hit me.

"I would love to hit you and throw you in the snow" Sheeran continued, clenching his hand to hit me.

I was getting more and more frightened by the word snow. Every time I hear that word, it can get me killed. If that little bit of snow exposure hit me, I wouldn't be able to walk anymore.

This time, he had no mercy though. Since there was no train to Moscow, we had to use the last way.

With the carelessness I made, we were forced to walk away from the train station and soon left the city of Voronezh on foot. 

I tried to persuade him to rest. I want to have breakfast with him. However, I was afraid that Sheeran would completely dump me in the snow and cold. He also confiscated my stuff because I didn't wake him up.

After arriving at the city border. We walk continuously. However, cold air started to attack me. I don't give a shit. Sheeran will leave me. If he leaves me, it is certain that the chances of my life will end and will reach 0%. It's pretty scary. With that winter, Sheeran suffered.

The carelessness I had made made him unable to board the carriage anymore. This is my weakness. I can't live a normal life in winter. 

When we're at Kilometer 26, we keep moving. Sheeran didn't let me warm myself up. I just rubbed my hands together to warm myself up. I can't shiver in winter. That'll kill me.

At kilometer 41, I started starving. However, Sheeran endured the hunger and kept going. He won't let me eat. We did not buy food when we arrived at the train station. It's a little discrimination. But, according to Sheeran, the faster we move, the better the result.

"Sheeran! I'm hungry!" I refrained from getting my voice to Sheeran's ears.

At kilometer 56, I couldn't hold out much longer. I've walked that far. But, Sheeran was still able to endure his hunger and walked forward regardless of me screaming in pain. 

"Sheeran! Help me!"

By the time I was in kilometer 90, I could no longer walk. My leg hurts. I forced myself so Sheeran could be followed. In fact, it's free. He won't let me just like that.

At kilometre 91, I stopped walking and fell into the street. I cannot endure this suffering. Being told to walk 515 km in winter made my chances of dying increase. I can't do anything to get to Moscow in time.

"Rivandy! Let's go fast! We are still …." Sheeran stopped his words because he looked at me who was already sprawled.

He was surprised because I fell down and held my hunger. I can't walk anymore. It's already on my threshold. With me on the sidewalk, Sheeran grew anxious uncontrollably.

"Rivandy! You why? Are you tired and hungry? Why didn't you tell me from earlier?" Sheeran asked not knowing my suffering.

Therefore, he carried me and immediately headed to the forest area. He muttered, "Don't worry, Rivandy! I won't let you die" he murmured while holding me in the cold and the two backpacks that Sheeran had in his hands. 

Sheeran took me to the woods. He left the sidewalk that was supposed to show the way to Moscow. But he doesn't care. He just took me to a safe place. If he could, he would carry all the burdens for me. Took me back to Moscow even though the road was going north. But, he could not keep this up and needed a break.

At 15:12, Sheeran kept going. Without thinking about food, warm places, and more. He only thinks of places that can be shady. At least, there are caves that can be inhabited in order to continue this journey. 

Finally, he found something in his sight. He went to Goa and immediately entered the place. He laid me in that cave and cleaned things up. He gave me 70 percent food while 30 percent he ate. He is more concerned with me dying than he is.

As the break progressed, he was eager to continue his work. However, cold weather began to attack the cave. He was a little cold, even though he finished his meal. I just fell silent as I turned to Sheeran with some energy left.

As he checked my temperature with the thermometer attached to his phone, he was surprised by the results. He felt that my life would no longer be over.

[Body Temperature]

[-1° Celsius]

"-1°?! There's no way this is gonna break. I'll try it again" Sheeran curses his phone.

Sheeran tried again. This time, he did it according to the procedure. However, the results remained the same after he checked the thermometer on the phone. It's getting worse. Sheeran was distressed by the correct result.

[Body Temperature]

[-1° Celsius]

"No! Nah! Nah! Nah! The rivandy! Please answer me!" Sheeran tried to wake me up but I still shivered.

"I have to heal you right now" he determined to find something. 

He took out a body-warming device to restore my body temperature. He took out the device in a hurry. Then, intending to heal me earlier cursed that thing and kept it while I was asleep.

"Please! I'm counting on you" Sheeran murmured while praying with Orthodox Christianity. 

He installed the device and followed proper procedures. However, the device can not warm the body and raise the temperature if the patient is less than 0 degrees. Sheeran is getting freaked out and not careless.

"Damn! Why not warm too? I tried another one!" Sheeran was increasingly panicked by the failure of the body-warming process of the tool.

Sheeran tried to warm my body in various ways. Starting from bribing me, making me drink water and so forth.

However, 2 hours and 30 minutes passed, my body temperature even decreased. With his last chance, he made a bonfire for my body temperature to rise. He took my moderm match and burned the thing he wanted to burn. He intended to burn all his clothes to keep me alive. 

He kept lighting matches non-stop. He hoped the fire would light up. However, due to the extreme cold temperatures, matches cannot light up.

"Nyala! The flame! The flame! C'mon nyala! Please bark!" Sheeran kept begging for the matches to light up

"Sheerans. Please stop! You've been trying so hard. You don't have to do that anymore. I didn't tell you to restore my temperature. I'm ... no longer helped,"

"So, I can't last long. With the body temperature dropping, I .. will die,"

"I am grateful to have met my life. I'm glad to meet so many people. Although, life sucks, I still live it. I ... also by meeting people who care about me. I'm also .. glad to see you," my last message in the midst of the increasingly cold temperatures.

"No! Don't say that! If you die, who will marry me? Who will take my virginity? Who ... Who will be my Prince?" Sheeran began to confess.

"If you die, I .. cannot meet Aurora, and Evelyn. They ... will blame me for your death. I ... will be taken to the night market by them and I. .. become a pervert girl forever," she could not help but cry.

Sheeran began to cry loudly with his despair. He had no idea to raise my temperature. All ways have been done. Nothing worked. My body temperature is dropping to - 10 degrees. This left Sheeran unable to do anything.

There was only one path Sheeran chose. He chose the last option. He did that to restore my temperature. It's the last option. If Sheeran can restore my body temperature, I'll be safe. If not, I will die. It's the only option than nothing.

He decided to restore my body temperature in the way that he often threw at me. He always acts perverted towards me, which offends Akishima.

"Fuck anything! I'll cure you right now! I decided ... I'll end my virgin status here."

He took off his clothes and threw them away. He also threw away his underwear. She does like a perverted wife to her husband. 

He penetrated my body and released all his chastity to me. He doesn't care about that anymore. She doesn't want to be a virgin anymore. She'll be a pervert girl for her husband. 

He remembered the word that made him depressed.]It became uncomfortable when he imagined a word that did not wear it.

"choose where? Do you want to be a pervert or do you kill princes? Choose wisely! I'll be waiting for you,"

"If Rivandy dies, I'll take you to the night market, sesu."

"I'm handing Rivandy over to you. If he dies, I'll beat you up."

"Please leave Rivandy to you! You have to take care of him! If she dies, you'll be a victim of bullying."

With that depressing thought, Sheeran did all this. He continued to accelerate penetration in order to raise my body temperature.

"I beg. Live on! Live on! Live on! Live on! Live on!" Sheeran penetrates while crying.

"I beg you, Rivandy. Don't die! I'll warm you up. I'm ready to be a pervert for you. Because, .. I'm your husband,"

With that confession, Sheeran poured his warm liquid into my body. He felt uneasy because my fluids entered his body. With that, he did it again because he was already addicted to his perverted actions.

Then, he kissed me and penetrated again until he was satisfied. He did it to keep me alive.

Once satisfied, Sheeran felt tired. She no longer had the strength to continue her work as a wife. Finally, he slept with me and hugged me tightly. He wished we died together. That's enough.

Don't worry, Husband! I'm gonna be a pervert. Pervert girl who always teases you ~ Sheeran Chezka.