The Love of the Stepchild

CHAPTER 56. Miss snow.

After arriving at the airport they went straight to the apartment where Zeon lived all this time.

"Thank you, Galang has helped. now you can go home," said Zeon who is now standing at the door of his apartment.

"Okay, sir, I'm saying goodbye." The barreled away from before Zeon.

Now that Zeon and Zelea were there, Zelea looked puzzledly at Zeon as they returned to the apartment instead of the mansion she had once lived in.

"Why come here?" ask Zelea. He must know what Zeon's reason is.

Zeon, who had pressed the password button, stopped, turning towards Zelea. "I've been living here all along."

The door opened, and Zeon stepped in. Zelea followed. "Since when?"

Zeon put the suitcase on the edge of the sofa, then he sat down on the sofa. "Since you left me." Smiling at Zelea.

Zelea was shocked to hear Zeon's confession. Walk closer and sit next to Zeon. "Since then have you fought with Daddy?"

Now Zelea's voice sounded pity and guilt.

"Yes, that one is also." Zeon looked at Zelea's face. "But there's more to it than that."

Zelea's forehead frowned waiting for Zeon's advanced sentence.

Zeon took Zelea's hand and held it. "There I kept feeling haunted by your shadow and it made me worse ... Because you're so far apart and don't know where you are."

Zelea could not resist the clear feathers from falling onto her cheek, hearing Zeon's heart-wrenching expression. "Sorry," he said Hannya was able to soften like a small rumble.

Zeon immediately pulled Zelea into his arms, his hands rubbing against his woman's trembling back, marked as he was sobbing.

"It's all over." Zeon kissed Zelea's head. "Now I have found you and this is quite happy for me." Zeon kissed the top of Zelea's head again, this time longer.

The two were silent, still in a position to hug each other, feeling the fragrance of their respective bodies that was so soothing to each other.

It has long been something like this to do, but it has just been accomplished, because his love was immediately tested by separation after being revealed.

"I'll take care of our wedding soon" Zeon said.

Zelea took off her arms and sat back down straight, looking at Zeon full of seriousness. "Married?" remaking Zelea. He was a little surprised, when Zeon suddenly discussed marriage.

Zeon nodded steadily. "Yes, the sooner the better, isn't goodwill not be long."

Zelea looked agitated. "But -." Zelea did not continue her words.

Zeon held Zelea's shoulder. "Don't worry everything will be fine, and everyone will support us together, we're not wrong." Zeon calmed Zelea down, as if knowing the meaning of Zelea's restlessness.

Zelea nodded and slightly smiled at him.

When he was in each room, ready to sleep, but Zelea his eyes were still awake, even though the clock on the wall had shown twelve o'clock at night.

Somehow his eyes do not want to be closed, have changed the sleeping position from tilted to supine then prone and back on his back again then tilted again, and now on his back again.

But still can't sleep. Not yet in the most comfortable position.

Since then his mind kept on thinking about Radit, the guilt in his heart was mounting, if he did not remember now at night, the home of Zelea would come to Radit's tomb.

Really makes him nervous. And the clock kept turning, Zelea turned her head at one o'clock, unable to sleep as well, an hour passed, turning her head again at two.

And at two o'clock or so, Zelea could finally fall asleep after feeling really tired.

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Zelea clucked, not only black under her eyelids, but her head also felt dizzy from lack of sleep.

Either last night just tudur how many hours, which must have been at half-seven was he was awake, and last night did not remember being able to fall asleep at what time.

After putting on her clothes, and Zelea sat in front of the dressing table, Zelea gave a little thick makeup under her eyelids so that the black color could be covered.

"Perfect," he murmured with a smile, seeing his face that now looked fresh no longer pale like that.

When she was finished, Zelea walked out of the room to the kitchen, but as she stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room.

His eyes looked at someone who was struggling in the kitchen.

She was a cooking Zeon, still wearing a home shirt and shorts, apparently not taking a shower.

"The snow is awake?" Zeon turned to him, winked one eye, then focused again with the cooked omelet.

"Miss snow," repeated Zelea, her voice sounding unacceptably miss snow.

Zeon chuckled and only turned a glance towards Zelea as the omelet had to be lifted immediately.

Zelea approached because Zeon was silent and did not answer her question. "Let's answer! Don't change the name, '" Zelea protested.

After all, Zeon was more and more desperate, instead of directly answering but instead walked to the dining table putting a plate containing omelet.

Arriving there, Zelea only realized that on the dining table had served fried rice that was still reflecting the smoke marked still warm, and also vegetable salad there were tomatoes and cucumbers. And now there's an omelet.

It seemed good, Zelea imagined.But before sitting down Zelea again remembered that Zeon had not answered.

Zelea hit Zeon's arm, anxious that Zeon had ignored her and had taken up a position for breakfast.

When he saw Zelea's eyes glaring at him, Zeon laughed as he raised his hands like a suspect. "Ok I said, sit down quietly." Zeon helped pull the chair and asked Zelea to sit down first.

But Zeon instead of directly answering instead embraced his shoulders.

"Zeon off ah! you're nyeselin." Zelea rebelled, but Zeon chuckled and tightened the grip on her shoulders.

"Because you have been sniffing and angry with me all this time" Zeon whispered in his ear.

Zelea immediately did not accept, because all this time from the beginning met a man named Zeon, explained Zeon whose attitude was more arrogant and fierce.

And what was it when Zeon doused himself with one bucket of water, Zelea said she still remembered Zeon's behavior, before now turning into a sweet cat.

"Ih! Release ... Off!" Zelea rebelled, and Zeon let go with a satisfied laugh at Zelea's success.

"Let's eat? after this we come to the tomb, Daddy."

Zeon began eating breakfast fried rice side dishes omelet and salad, his own cooking.

Zelea began to eat like Zeon, after munching on her food, Zelea mangosteen, Zeon cuisine good for a man who cooks.

"When can you cook?" zeleah asked, bribing into his mouth.

"After you have stayed with me."

"I'm grandiose" protested Zelea.

Zeon smiled broadly, his hands shuffling Zelea's hair.