SOLEDADS

Theatricals

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So happy that Peter did not leave her, Sara continued to hug and did not care at the strange sight of the servants preparing food for them in the VVIP room.

The smile on his lips continued to crack open, creating a sense of warmth and peace in the heart. Sarah's infinite gratitude murmured in her prayer, muttering incessantly to the God she believed in.

His father, his angel, has returned to being the hot-tempered Peter he was. The man's lips continued to grumble with annoyance as Sara tightened her embrace. Angry of course, since noon Sara did not release a hug on Peter's body until this dark afternoon.

But Sara's eyes were closed. He didn't care even just the grin being the answer to Peter's annoyance.

"Don't rebel, Papa. I'm just asking for a hug you haven't given me since I was fifteen."

Sara could hear a rough snort from Peter. She chuckles softly knowing that, Sara is happy. At least Peter did not hide his frustration and anger from Sara.

"My breath is tight, you idiot. Does your brain become blunt because it often hits a rock?"

Sara nodded and returned. "You know everything about stalking me, Papa. It's only fair that we're almost stuck in the forbidden forest if none of your men take care of us."

Repeatedly Peter exhaled a rough breath. Smiling foolishly at every word Sara said. "You've read the whole book, Sara. Don't be big, I don't love you. Besides, now, that fucking Max's been hanging on to you."

The brown bead was sparkling with a subtle ruckus heard from his mouth. Sara looked at the red eyes of Peter who immediately turned to the side.

"Eyes are more honest than mouths, Papa. Don't look away, let me see your eyes. You love me."

Sara laughed as Peter would rather close his eyes than continue to look at him sharply. He knows everything, Peter's affection is real. It was only covered in uncontrollable anger and red eyes that were always staring at him sharply. Lips that echo hatred because Sara did not obey.

He looked at the face that began to wrinkle, the jaw that was once firm now began to be consumed by age. Peter's eyelids began to be concave with wrinkles on the forehead which became evident evidence that someone who was once young would turn old in a certain time loop.

Sara again giggled amusedly as Peter's eyes narrowed to glance at her. He pulled his body and looked right in Peter's face. "I'll get you some food, Papa. You need to rest faster."

"I can do it myself. Don't look down on me, you idiot."

Although in a peaceful atmosphere, Peter's mouth never spoke softer than usual. Sara didn't respond, she knew Peter wasn't a man of polite language. No matter how much Peter screamed, Sara caught his ear. Take the food the waiter had prepared on the table and sit beside Peter's bed to feed the middle-aged man.

"I can eat myself, Sara."

Sara shakes. "I'm the one who's feeding you, Papa."

Deliberately not looking at Peter's hand reaching for the spoon, Sara chose not to look and took the spoon from the bowl. "You can go out for a walk tomorrow, Papa. Right now let me help you eat."

The red eyes were getting sharper. Peter rolled a lazy eyeball. "I hate you, Sara."

"Yes, and I love you, Papa."

"Front of the wall."

Sara chuckles. She fed Peter with occasional lips and a thin smile. A sense of happiness was on his chest.

Until the food is down, there is no more conversation. Silence enveloped. Sarah looked at Peter in silence. He wanted to ask something but the question stuck in his throat.

Exhaling a coarse breath, Sara tidied up the dirty dishes. It was still silent, and he was shocked as a burly hand hugged his waist. "Te echo de menos, Querida."

Sara's lips smiled, without looking she knew who did it. "We just parted a moment ago and you said miss, what a silly thing," Sara sneered with pursed lips.

Max chuckled softly. "I miss you everywhere and anytime, baby."

Turning her back, Sara fed Max a piece of churros she smeared with chocolate. "You must have missed the food, Max," he said, chuckling.

And Deheman from the bed made Max undo the intention to kiss his wife's lips. "Oh, I thought you were asleep, Peter." Max nodded without sin. He approached Peter with his mouth chewing the food again.

"How are you doing right now, Peter?"

The man stared at Max. "It gets worse when you get in."

That expression was the last Peter showed when he fell in Max's office yesterday. Sara was afraid, afraid it would happen again.

Tears began to accumulate in his eyes. The fear came back again. The heartbeats dominating him with a trembling body, he approached.

"Papa ..," he said.

The eyes that began to look. There's nothing he can do. Anxiety trumps all common sense.

Meanwhile, Max who was about to call the doctor was stopped by Peter. "Don't .. This is my last day ...."

Sara shook her head and her tears fell along with it. "Call the doctor, Max!"

"Max, listen to me ...."

Max's steps stopped. Still turning his back on Peter's bed, he replied. "Yes?"

"Take good son. Love him with your life, as you promised before God, do not let his tears drip, he is the jewel of my heart. I ... I've been hurting him all this time. So ...."

Peter's voice paused and he again held his chest firmly. "Don't make her cry. Promise ...."

Without looking into Peter's eyes, Max turned around and nodded. Assume Peter's terms.

Sara hiccupped, tears flooding back her cheeks. There is nothing more painful than seeing a loved one become desperate. Sara clasped Peter's hand and her lips continued muttering. "No ... don't ..., don't leave me ...."

With great difficulty, Peter turned to Sara. "I'm sorry, Sara ...."

Shaking loudly, Sara shouted hysterically. "Nokkk! I won't forgive you, Peter! You're brengseekkkk! Why do you still want to go?!"

Sara's voice doesn't stop Peter. In a moment, Peter's eyes closed.

"Don'tkkk!!! You're a jerkkk!"

Sara clenched her hands. Pain and anger mixed. How could he have felt to be at the peak of the sky before being dropped to the bottom of the earth? Fate is not fair, even God is not fair. Take all Sara's property with no left.

Her heartbreaking cries mixed with the anger she also spoke in every sentence. Max's hug was not heeded.

"You're a jerk, Peter! How dare you leave me!"

Max hugged his waist tightly as Sara was about to grab Peter's hand. "Stop, Sara!"

But Sarah refused. He continues to rebel in Max's arms. Crying as much as possible because they feel they have lost their most loved ones.

"No. .. He must not leave me ...."

Loss messes up his emotions. "He's alive, Max! Get doctors!"

Uhuk! Uhuk!

For a moment, Sara's scream stopped. He closed his eyes and sharpened his hearing.

"No need to call the doctor, Max. It turns out that dying is not that easy, I think that closing my eyes will soon die. But this stupid boy's screams messed up my night. I want a break."

Between sad and disappointed, happy and moved, Sara could no longer describe her. An atmosphere like this could not restore his senses.

"Fuckin' bullet! You playing me?!" Sara shouted as her consciousness recovered. Peter played him again. It's worse.

And Max was fooled. He looked at Peter flatly. "You're really good at theatrics, Peter. Why haven't you been an actor all this time?"

"Your wife told me to get an early break!"

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Oh sorry yes, I also fooled😎