The Open Your Eyes (OYE)

The Open Your Eyes (OYE)
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Title: Open Your Eyes


Part :28


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“Syyuuttt, don't cry because you cry too much for me, dear,”.


“Hiksss I fear hikss I fear,”. I'm really afraid of losing. Now my home is back, where I let out my complaints. I cried, no matter if the clothes got wet.


*


Two hours had passed but the warm embrace on the woman's waist never came off. It even felt tight and the woman also did not mind at all. He comfortably returned his male embrace.


“Go home, Honey. You are here later soybean, pity our son,” he said gently while stroking his wife's stomach.


“I don't want to go home, I want to be here your friend,” refuse stubborn. I heard heavy breathing from the man. He landed a kiss on the wife's forehead.


“You must obey me,” he said making his woman look up at him with teary eyes. Jeez since when did this fierce and arrogant woman turn into a crybaby? He rubbed his cheeks gently, full of caution.


“I love you, and I'm sick enough. I don't want you to feel pain,” he said gently. She knew the woman's pregnancy was unstable.


“Doctor's word ... Your condition is good, but .. I remain afraid,” Zeza told her husband. Her hands were tightly wrapped in her husband's clothes.


“I'm fine, my beautiful wife has brought me back.”


“Can't I stay here and hug you until I wake back from my sleep?” His round eyes stared hard. Levin's heart was blown away seeing his wife so insistent on wanting to be here.


“Alright ... alright, then now say, Where are the chubby cheeks you promised?” levin's question made Zeza nervous. He was indeed a mess, let alone the burden of his mind was too much.


“Ak—aku ...”


“Syyuuttt, don't cry because you cry too much for me, dear,”.


“Hiksss I fear hikss I fear,”. I'm really afraid of losing. Now my home is back, where I let out my complaints. I cried, no matter if the clothes got wet.


CUPS. Zeza gets an unexpected kiss from her husband. The heat spread throughout his body. He smiled shyly, making Levin laugh softly.


“Sleep, and tomorrow I don't want to hear crying anymore.” Zeza nodded and fell asleep in her husband's arms.


***


Levin POV


I looked at my sleeping wife comfortably. Actually I was conscious last night, but, Zeza's home. Said mommy Zeza a lot of daydreaming and moody. The girl even wears a mask to cover up her fragility. I know Zeza is a strong woman.


He curled up in my arms like a baby. Oh baby, my God, I'm so happy. I'll soon be a father. I feel like the happiest person in the world. In my wife's stomach is the fruit of our love.


I really love the stubborn woman in my arms. You know ... when Bared and Ric guessed me and hit my left chest, I only thought of one name—Zeza .. well only he crossed my mind.


But it all paid off because both of them had also died. The night I came to my senses, Mommy was crying and hugging me. He said I could do anything. Underline anything, even though my mommy is the least like it if I run my dark business. Even Daddy said it was up to me to do anything, as long as I didn't die. Really getting parents as good as them is good luck to me.


I didn't expect Amel to give me a drug that would make me look dead. My heart stopped beating and was not detected. Fortunately I survived, almost my wife became a widow.


I was so sad when she cried all this time. His voice accompanied me somewhere dark and far away. His understanding and expression of his love shared the latitude I was looking for. I set[from all directions, but I don't see the light.


In the darkness that made my feet walk handsomely in direction, I followed her sweet voice. His love made me try to find a way home. A speck of light made me run. I chased him and saw the longitude of the star.


While there ... I found a very beautiful garden. I've never seen a park this beautiful. Until I decided to come in and smell the tulips. There are so many colors, the epitome of perfect love.


My net was glued to the girl in white. Her skin is pale white. His eyes were swollen and his nose was red. She sat on the bench with her screams of pill crying that stabbed into my chest. I walked towards him and he didn't seem to see my presence.


He's Zezaku  ....


She was crying  ....


He said a thousand words of love  ....


I tried to grab her hand but couldn't ....


I screamed and he just put the tulip on the chair.


He disappeared, making me riled up.


I would never have come back if it wasn't for my wife's love. I will love him as much as he loves me. I replaced her falling tears with happy laughter. Im promise's.


“Enghhh,” his grasp and increasingly close his body.


Ckleack.


I looked up and saw Gerald come in with Amel. The girl was scared. I sighed looking at him, fortunately he was Jimin's son. Gerald cleared the atmosphere.


“Do we disturb?” ask Gerald. I shook my head.


“Amel wants to talk to you,”. I looked at Amel who raised his head. His eyes were swollen and looked very sorry.


“I'm sorry, Uncel,”. Jimin's son is so innocent, his mind has been poisoned by Ric.


“I'll forgive you if you promise, don't make the same mistake again.” He nodded quickly.


“I forgive you.” I saw him smile. I replied with a thin smile.


“Then go home stubborn girl, now you have to sleep,” said Gerald in a tone of coercion. I raised an eyebrow looking at Gerald. Is something missing? There seems to be a bad smell between them.


“Alright,” ogre Amel not spirit. He looked at Zeza with a guilty look.


“He will forgive you. He loves you.” I understand his mind.


“Alright, Uncel. I'll go home with Mr. Forcede,” his grunts and walk away. Gerald embraces Amel's shoulders and of course the gadsi can not fight because Gerald is higher than him.


“Since when did Gerald like Amel?” muttered. Let him, so that he may take care of him. I stared at Zeza long ago. She was so beautiful even sleeping. I pressed my face forward and gently kissed her lips. These lips are opium for me beyond the narokoba I often wear. He got me drunk more than the alhokhol I used to drink and he's over the tima of heat that penetrated my skin.


TB


Trace (: