The CURSE: Deadly Games
● TWENTY TWO ●
"SURPRISE!!!" the chanted Eleanor who retorted face surprised half-leisurely Baylor.
"Wow!!!" exclaim Baylor.
His eyes looked around. Hotel rooms that were originally luxurious classic shades were transformed into full of aura-aura romance. Rose petals arranged in the form of a heart spread over the bed, the entire corner of the room decorated with flickering lights golden yellow, golden yellow, various polaroids containing photographs of their past memories were hung down from the ceiling of the room, and a stack of gifts in the right corner of the room.
"It's so cool, Ele," Baylor said with a smile of excitement.
"Happy birthday, Baylor" Eleanor said as she offered her birthday cake, hinting Baylor to make a wish and cut it.
"Come, come!" urged Eleanor.
Baylor hooked his fingers to each other with a still-tended bag on his wrist that contained a mystery book that was no stranger to the two, then closed his eyes to say the plea of his life in his deepest heart.
While Eleanor who should have focused on Baylor's expression became astonished and narrowed her eyes, guessing what gift Baylor would give. He broke his intention to ask Baylor immediately because prayer is more important than anything.
When Baylor's eyes opened, the first thing his eyes digested was Hazel Eleanor's eyes looking at him with a sincere look. He then immediately blew out the candle whose fire had not been extinguished, like the suffering of those who faithfully clung before finally being blown away by the whirring of the wind.
"What do you ask for on your 23rd birthday?" ask Eleanor.
"Isn't the request secret? He said if it was spoken it would not be granted," Baylor said with a faint smile.
"Yes, yeah, yeah. Come on, it's time to open the gift!" eleanor exclaimed as she pulled Baylor's hand with one hand toward her stack of handmade gifts in the right corner of the room.
"This is a letter to you" Eleanor said, handing Baylor a letter.
"Can I open it now?" ask Baylor.
"No, open it later," replied Eleanor briefly with a shy blush of cheeks.
Baylor then received the letter. But it remained open after Eleanor's harsh ban.
"Blekkk...."
Tongue sticking. Opened slowly with a sweet smile, her eyes were fixed on a letter containing a neat and beautiful writing Eleanor which contained:
Baylor
Baylor, my best friend
My little friend
My beloved friend
Friend of my life
You're my only friend
The only one who understands me
The only one who is sincere with me
The only one who always accompanied me
You never left me
How bad I am
You always forgive me
How big of a mistake I am
Please...
I'm sorry
Forgive all my mistakes
Which I have done in the past
I'm saying thank you to you
For all your kindness to me
You still want to accept me
With all my flaws and weirdness
You're willing to accompany me
At the lowest point of my life
You are willing to sacrifice for me
Because I know you love me
You're willing to get hurt
For your best friend
Friends who have left you
Friends you don't deserve to call friends
Unable to repay all your kindness
I know that I
It will only be a burden to you
Me, Eleanor Devacio
Right on your 23rd birthday
I promised you
That I would never leave you
I will pay for all your good deeds until the end of my life
Thank you Baylor
Because you're always there for me
Even though you always have to hurt me
I know you're always quiet
Keep all the pain alone
Because you don't have to me
To the friend who always burdened you
Thank you Baylor for everything
Let it be my turn now
To always be there for you
In a state of joy or sorrow
I, Eleanor Devacio, once again promise you
That I'll never leave you again
As long as it doesn't hurt you
As long as it doesn't harm you
From, Eleanor ♡
Baylor read the letter a little glazed but he kept it from spilling. She looked at Eleanor, grateful for her friend's presence.
"Hey! What are you looking at?" tanya Baylor saw Eleanor's chin tapering towards her chest.
Errorat, the book that was right in front of his chest. Baylor lowered his gaze following the direction Eleanor's eyes were on.
The stop was right on the book, "Ahhh, Ele!" yelled Baylor while widening his smile even more considering the object that was almost forgotten by him. "Your gift, BOOKS!!"
"Book?? In seriously? That book? Huhhh???" Eleanor's initial gaze was still confused until she finally realized what she had to do right then and there. "Book, Lor!!! Yessss, finally!!!"
He pushed his body forward and was about to warmly embrace his most beautiful gift with a cake still supported on his hands.
"Upss, sorry," said Eleanor, who accidentally dirty Baylor's shirt by spreading chocolate cream on the sides of the cake that looked very tempting.
Baylor stepped closer to Eleanor, who was accompanied by the gradual deterioration of Eleanor's legs, frightened by Baylor's unusual gaze and face.
The pair of hands that were still holding the book to her right quickly turned Eleanor's shoulders which of course her body was followed, and pushed Eleanor's body slowly closer to a knee-length table.
"Put it down, Ele," Baylor said in a warm, heavy voice.
Eleanor brushed aside the cake that should have made tonight more beautiful than anything else. However, it turns out that something more is present amid enough happiness that it feels like even the furthest nebula has reached them. Eleanor turned to face Baylor empty-handed and asked for something with her eyes full of pint.
But not that easy, Baylor asked for his birthday gift and a gift again as a barter form of his gift to Eleanor.
"That's, I'll prepare your hilly present," he said as he floated his hand towards the boxes of gifts coated with different colored gift cloth that actually there is only one actual gift box in the middle of a series of beautiful pure boxes.
"Not that."
"So?" wonder Eleanor.
Baylor's index finger pricks his right cheek. Rest assured, what everyone thinks is not wrong, a kiss.
"What??" Eleanor's face instantly warmed up and turned a crimson color. He tried to get out of the tense situation, but a firm grip on his shoulder was placed on the man in front of him with clear eyes.
Cupp!
Eleanor did not dare to open her eyes after her actions to Baylor which she still doubted whether it was profanity or not. However, a kiss of thick lips also darted onto Eleanor's cheeks and a cross-linked hand that pulled her even before her eyes gathered mental strength to open.
Baylor pulls himself to sit in the middle of a friendly sprinkling of fresh red rose petals that are still neat with a few strands of petals coming out of the love lane on his mattress.
And a book with a creepy cover full of mystery was ready to open in front of the two who had been sitting side by side.
"Ele, will you be my girlfriend?"
