The Destiny of Love Aleesha

Chapters. 57. Today Is Just For You

The sun began to rise from the dim light. Warming the body from the cold, and burning a new spirit in the heart of every human inhabitant of the universe. Vaguely sounds the activity of human children, peddling various preparations typical of his hometown.

Aleesha, accustomed to breakfast, must be willing to remain silent in a comfort zone that will not necessarily repeat itself someday.

No matter what happened.

No matter what the past story hurts.

All He expects is calmness and comfort in a relationship.

That hope He hung on the handsome figure that was before him at this moment.

A child of Adam was made for himself.

'Forcu ? Was He really made for me ?' Shallow his little heart.

Slowly, the tip of his index finger ventured to touch the beautiful carving that the creator had scratched on his face.

He was the boy with the hair that covered part of his forehead. Starting from the forehead down to the nose of her husband. As if researching, there was nothing lacking on his face.

He felt a slow breath of a handsome man still deep in the crib of wishful thinking. He lowered his palm, trying to feel the heartbeat with a matching rhythm.

Afraid that lingering would make the owner of the field chest wake up, Aleesha again moved her fingers to the ripe lips that little visible there was a gap there.

The one being touched still remained silent, there was no movement. Only a slow breath was still Aleesha feeling.

"You !" His cry was startled, as his fingertips began to disturb the sleeping calm of the prince.

Asbram who had actually felt Aleesha's gentle touch, began to reply with a small bite on the tip of Aleesha's index finger who was engrossed in guerrilla enjoying her handsome face.

"sickness ?" Ask lirih.

The one asked just shook his head. The red hue on Aleesha's face, made Asbram feel guilty for surprising his wife.

Gently holding Aleesha's fingers, she kissed the fingertips she had fallen for.

The cold air was warm again this morning. Asbram's sharp gaze, as if he was skinning Aleesha's beautiful face. He who is always energetic and talkative while on stage and fill various events, this time just sculpting without being able to say a word.

"Where are you going ?" Asbram asked as Aleesha began to raise part of her body to dodge.

"I_"

"I still want to linger like this." Prevent Asbram from cutting.

Slowly, back He's laying down his body.

For some reason, this was not the first time Aleesha had come close to Asbram. But the rumbling in his heart seemed to indicate that this would be a beautiful beginning in his life.

Shifting slightly, Asbram further tightened his body. Creating an atmosphere of warmth that was immeasurably beautiful. Making Aleesha even more powerless to hold the pink hue on her cheek.

Aleesha's heart thump grew stronger against the rhythmic drum. Even the pulse inside his body began to vigorously drain blood all over his body. Making Aleesha feel alive again, widening her eyes, with complete awareness.

For a long time, Asbram stared at Aleesha's innocent face. Without makeup, more natural, more visible natural beauty.

"I'm sorry." Asbram whisper.

"Sorry ?" Aleesha asked, puzzled by her husband's apology.

"I'm sorry, because I've been wasting you all this time." Further.

Aleesha simply fell silent, unable to reply with words. His flat face painted a variety of question marks.

Apologizing to him was meaningless. The biggest mistake Asbram ever made was like it never happened.

'Is this the power of love ?' Said his side of heart.

'So easily do you trust Aleesha ?' Me on the other side of his heart.

'Don't you remember, the wounds that Asbram once had on your heart ?' His side of his heart reminded.

'Aleesha is assertive, intelligent, beautiful and energetic. Which has always been the heart of every person. Turns out to bend the knee just because of a cradle.' The side of his heart returned.

"Darling, is there something wrong with what I said ?" Ask Asbram to make sure.

"Oh, no. I'm, I'm just confused." I don't know what he said.

'Darling ? Since when did He call you darling ?' The side of his heart shook Aleesha's determination.

'Since He was conscious and afraid of losing, huhhh.' Sneaking the other side of his heart.

Returning the small debate in Aleesha's heart made her mind unfocused on the situation.

"Why ?" Asbram who had just knitted his eyebrows, gini again raised a question.

"What, are you sure of what you said." Wirily, half inquiring, Aleesha conveyed her heart.

Asbram grabbed onto Aleesha's body, hugging her deeper.

"I'll never make you cry again." Wiry reply.

"Promise ?"

"Promise."

There is a sincerity that Asbram shows. Missing the cradle of the affection of the one He loved, made Aleesha forget the time and do not remember, today's work agenda.

To be sure, 'Today is just for you.'

As long as time goes by, Aleesha won't waste her beautiful shout this morning.

A good morning kiss was given to Asbram for his beloved wife. Aleesha's reply prompted Asbram to continue the tragedy last night.

Tragedy that not only makes both of them feel soaring high above the clouds, but also able to burn calories in the body, nourish the heart, prevent obesity and reduce stress, he said, without running around the housing complex.

And whatever it's called, this morning it happened again. Deeper, more animating and more sincere when giving and receiving each other.

***

"Yes sir, I'm sorry, looks like our meeting this morning we're postponing tomorrow."

"Yes sir, once I apologize. Because of Aleesha's health condition, today's agenda is delayed."

"Okay sir, thanks for understanding."

Several sentences were heard when Widya received a phone call from someone. His voice sounded panicked explaining his current owner's condition.

He was forced to lie, because from morning until noon, Aleesha could not be contacted.

"Why the ?" Ridwan asked when he saw his wife pacing - mandir unclear.

"Any no Mas, the tumbenan lo Mbak Icha riject call from me." He said half a murmur.

"What's the cook ?" Ridwan asked back.

"This is your important guest." Widya said still with a wonder mode.

"Keep, what did you say ?"

"Yes, I'm a backpack, I said that Ma'am Icha is not feeling well anymore." Answer's flat.

"Don't - don't _"

"What the hell, don't make me afraid of dong Mas." Shouted Widya cutting off her Husband's speech.

"What the hell, Mas people want to say, don't don't don't don't really hurt Aleesha." Said Ridwan guessing.

Without daring to think any more, the two immediately rushed towards the place where Aleesha was staying.

"Where are you going ?" Their footsteps stopped, as David suddenly came to say hello.

"Eh Mr. David, what a coincidence. We're going to Aleesha sir's room." Answer Widya.

"Yes sir, Widya is worried, because since this morning, Ms. Aleesha can not We call." Ridwan assures.

"Haha...You don't have to worry."

Widya and Ridwan looked at each other with astonished faces, hearing comments accompanied by laughter from the personal assistant of the owner of a well-known private TV station in the country.

"What is Mr David ?" Widya asked for an explanation.

"Mr Aleesha is safe with Mr. Asbram in her room." David to the points.

"Oh, I deserve it. Moreover, just pick up the phone back to chat until you can't." Widya's gerutu who finally came home with his own feelings of anxiety.

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