
...***...
"Huft~" Francisco sighed. He had just closed the door of his room tightly and slowly turned to face Aphrodite who was now standing looking around her room. "It is better now that we rest" he said, causing Aphrodite to flinch and spontaneously turn to him with a surprised look.
"You why?" Francisco asked confused.
"A-ah that's. t-no. I'm fine," he said stammered. "God, I almost forgot that I'm married to him now. It felt really awkward to have to be in a quiet room like this with Frans, "the inner one.
"Aphrodite? You daydreaming?" Francisco patted Aphrodite's shoulder gently, making the woman instantly aware of her daydream.
"A-ah, no."
"Then, rest."
"I-I want to put our clothes in the closet first, only after that break." Aphrodite turned around ready to step, but Francisco stopped her first.
"You're tired, and you need rest. Leave the clothes in the suitcase for now. I can ask Bertha to take care of it later."
"T-no need, I can do it myself" murmured Aphrodite insisting. His face started to look agitated and cold sweat started to pour down his forehead. "Oh come on, let me keep myself busy just making clothes! I really feel awkward about this situation." Aphrodite.
Without a warning first, suddenly Francisco held his body. He was surprised by what he was doing.
"W-what are you doing? Put me down" said Aphrodite. Francisco paid no heed to his words. The man carried her to the bed and laid Aphrodite's body on it.
Francisco was silent for a moment as both of their faces were in a very close position. The man was glued to his spot, staring at Aphrodite fixedly from a very close distance. Their noses almost touched.
Aphrodite stunned. Silent speechless, his two beads clashed with Francisco at a very close distance.
"I'm asking you to rest. You're tired, and you need rest. I don't want you to get sick, '" Francisco said.
THE GLUP!
Aphrodite swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. Unfortunately he could not dodge anymore, he ran out of sense to avoid Francisco which made the atmosphere feel awkward for him.
"I-I understand," he said stammered.
"Then rest."
"O-okay.. but can you stay away? I-I have to change clothes first" said Aphrodite trying to be free.
Francisco distanced his body from Aphrodite who was now awake from her bed and then came down from there to change clothes.
Aphrodite stepped up without saying a word, waltzing toward her suitcase there. Open the suitcase and look for clothes to wear by him.
"I-I'll change my clothes after that break" Aphrodite told Francisco.
"alright. While you get changed, I want to get some fresh air first." Francisco woke up from where he is today. He walked up to the exit and left Aphrodite alone in there.
"Huft~" Aphrodite sighed in relief as Francisco left her alone inside there.
"It feels really awkward. I still can't get used to this kind of situation, '" he murmured.
...*...
"I hope you understand that this is not an easy thing for Aphrodite. He was traumatized by the events he experienced when he was abandoned by Vier, first. So every time he saw an event like this, it always made him remember the events of that time. Therefore, understand. Because this isn't easy for him."
"A-ah, that's it." Francisco lowered his head. He understood now, the reason why Aphrodite was crying.
That incident crossed his mind. Sentences from Jenia again ringing in his ears, making Francisco aware of something.
"I seem to be in too much of a hurry" Fransisco murmured as he recalled the sentence that had been thrown from Jenia's mouth. He lowered his head.
He is currently on the side terrace. Enjoy the beautiful view of the park by standing while leaning against the wall.
"I know, Aphrodite is now mine. But not completely. He's still hurt because of what he just experienced, plus he still can't fully accept our marriage" his inner self.
"It seems true what Jenia said yesterday that I should be able to understand her situation and be patient waiting for her to open her heart to me completely" she murmured. Memonologize with himself.
"I will try to be patient and keep trying to make Aphrodite melt and accept me completely. And for that, I will try hard" he said again in a very slow voice.
Francisco's focus shifted to a clock that was coiled around his wrist. He had been there for almost half an hour, trying to clear his mind.
"Has Aphrodite done getting dressed? What is he doing now? Is he on a break?"
"I'd better check to make sure." Francisco went from there. Step towards the entrance.
Arriving inside, he immediately walked up the stairs to the second floor in order to arrive at his room.
GECK! GECK! GECK!
Francisco knocked on the door slowly. "Aphrodite? Are you done?" Call Francisco a little yell so the person behind the door can hear him. But for a moment of silence. There was no response from behind the door in front of him.
"Aphrodite?" Call Francisco again. But again there was no answer from behind the door of his room.
"Has he rested? Or is he taking a shower?" Francisco memonologist.
"Aphrodite, am I in?" His word. Slowly Francisco's hand grabbed the doorknob and pushed it slowly inward. The first thing he saw inside was Aphrodite, who was lying on the bed asleep.
"Huft~ deserves he didn't answer," he murmured. Francisco walked into his room. Closing the door to his room, then approached Aphrodite who was now in a closed condition.
Francisco sat on the edge of his bed staring at Aphrodite. The woman was so calm in her current state.
"It seems that you are very exhausted" he said, smiling knots. His hand slowly stretched out toward Aphrodite, rubbing her smooth cheek gently.
"You turned out to be prettier when you fell asleep like you are right now," she said. Both of his eyes were still staring fixedly at Aphrodite.
"I will be patient until you truly accept me as your husband, and I will try to make your heart melt" Francisco said.
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