Your love becomes my Canduku

Chapter 104

The quiet treatment room space was instantly made tense by the actions of Marry who was within the power of reason. If only Arthur and Vera had not moved deftly, perhaps the new baby was not even a day old was already in lifeless condition.

Vera's unequivocal declaration of rejection of Marry's insane demands for Arthur to marry her stimulated the extreme mood swings. Until some medics had to intervene again in dealing with the shock of Mary's soul by giving injections of tranquilizers.

The feeble step that brought his body out of the psychiatrist's doctor's room came to a halt when a touch on his shoulder ripped his mind from the beat. "Vera, are you okay?" arthur asked, knowing full well his wife was still in shock. What else after hearing the doctor's explanation of the mental illness that Marry experienced.

"Do I look okay? Marry's actions had frightened me, "the answer and the insinuations were thrown lethargic from Vera's lips.

"Sorry."

"Yes, keep apologizing without explaining everything completely" said Vera.

Arthur let out a heavy breath. It was not that there was no intention to explain everything, it was just that time and place did not seem to be given comfortably to him to finish his explanation from now on.

In a park behind the Hospital, Arthur takes Vera there to speak freely without any further interference.

"Marry has bipolar disorder that has spread to the depressive phase."

"I know it's Arthur, the doctor explained it, and I asked him why he had such a disorder?" sela Vera is impatient.

Arthur commented on the warm smile, looking at the beautiful face of Vera who had not been touched by her lips since yesterday. Assisted by the desire to land a kiss, but the pace of the face that cut the distance suddenly faltered due to a small push on his chest.

"Explain first all you can do," sengut Vera.

A sigh of resignation is heard along with a back blow on the back of the park bench. "Merry's newborn baby is not the result of her relationship with her late husband, Roland. Except the victim's result of the rapist*saan. He was hired by his own stepfather. While Marry's mother who knew of her husband's vile actions immediately darkened her eyes and killed him by putting poison into his drink. And to her surprise, Mary's mother took the poison after learning her husband had died."

Stunned mimic in disbelief scooped up Vera's perfect face. "Oh my God," he said, closing his lips with his fingers.

"Okay, I'm going on. Not yet complete the grief that hit, it turns out Marry was known to be pregnant with the child of his stepfather and coincided with his house that burned because there was an electrical short circuit. Plus the only person who could protect her was Roland who died a few months ago. To make him have severe bipolar disorder."

"Then why does he look so obsessed with you that Roland's death is one of the reasons Mary could be like that? Doesn't that mean she loves her late husband?" asked Vera trying to extract an answer from her curiosity.

Arthur returned a smile before giving Vera a curious medicine. "Do you remember, the doctor said that if Mary had psychotic symptoms, that is, she often hallucinated that the spirit of her late husband was in my body. It's ridiculous, isn't it? But that's the diagnosis of a psychiatrist. And as long as you know Vera, while with her, I do prefer to maintain the attitude to avoid events like in the treatment room room earlier, as much as possible does not show outright opposition. What's more, given that he also had several suicides with his son, Danni, makes me have to think twice to be more careful in speaking words when with him," explained Arthur back.

Vera's body suddenly limp, guilt began to hit the feeling. "So what decision did you make, Arthur?" the question is very slow, adrift by the worry that Arthur will leave him to fulfill his promise.

"What decision?"

Cowering languidly, removing the hue of her sad face from her husband's sight. "The decision to choose to marry her or not. Didn't her late husband ask you to look after his wife and children?"

Arthur chuckled softly, pulling his originally bowed face now glancing towards him carrying a huge question mark. "What should I decide, Vera? I never made that an option."

Vera's forehead shows lines of wrinkles, a form of response from Arthur's sentence that sounds ambiguous. "Arthur, I don't understand."

She covered that beautiful face with both hands. Attaching fixed gaze but impressed. "How can I marry him when I have a beautiful wife waiting for me at home?"

"Arthur ..."

"Vera .. listen. I promised to take care of her but that doesn't mean I should marry her. I have learned from Papa Erick that happiness can only be imagined by mere encounter if it allows a third person to infiltrate the umbrella of the household ark."

"But Arthur what if he goes back to acting recklessly? Honestly, at this time, I pitied him and his children, "the impulse of compassion urges tears to go faster.

"What'sthis? You look willing if I marry another woman. I feel disappointed."

The rapid bells simultaneously shot into the wide chest in front of him. "It's not like that Arthur. Where might I be willing. And I won't be able to accept the fact if it happens. But ..."

Stroking the brown mane out the aroma of the orange fruit with affection. "Just calm down, there are still many other alternatives that we can use, Vera. He was able to recover by undergoing a series of treatments and therapies. Right now I just need your support, by accepting the presence of Marry and her children."

"Yes Arthur, I will always support you."

"Thank you, my beautiful wife, and you should know that you are my responsibility, Vera."

"Arthur..," Vera looked moved.

"I explained everything, didn't I? So I can do it now."

"But there are still a lot of lew-."

THE CUP!

Vera's sentence was trimmed before it reached the end point because a warm lum*tan Arthur had silenced his lips.

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The next day.

In the other hemisphere, a pair of human children are drifting in their fun, enjoying the white sand of the beach that tickles the soles of the feet. Play with the sweep of the waves on the beach that leaves foam.

"I don't allow it."

"Come brother, I want to swim," whined Allesya, hand carried twitching on Sean's muscular arm.

"Don't Allesya, it's dangerous there. I don't want you to do anything. You can't swim anyway" Sean said.

"And there's Sean's brother who takes care of me," Allesya seemed disappointed.

Sean embraced Allesya's body from behind, herding a straight look towards the beach. "Let's see, today the roll of the waves looks big because of the strong coastal wind. Now is not the right time to swim there," Sean said, giving understanding.

"If you want to swim, we can swim in the pool in the villa" he added.

"Why don't you want to?"

"Because Sean's brother mesvm, even in the pool you want him, wek!" allesya taunted her tongue. Run away from Sean. Leaving footprints on the beach sand so soft.

Sean chuckled, justifying the ridicule of Allesya then took a step, following Allesya who began to pick up shells.

"Sister Sean, I found the trumpet shell," cried Allesya with excitement. "What do you think? Isn't she pretty?"

Sean, who was not far from Allesya, observed the horn shell in between his steps. "She's beautiful, but she can't match your beauty."

Putting his denim jacket out on the sand as a seat. "Come here" the wave of his hand signaled for Allesya to approach.

Obediently, the beautiful woman was already in her most comfortable position at the moment. It was sitting between Sean's open thighs, inching into the clutches of both hands.

"Let's stick that clam in your ear and close your eyes and tell me what you feel" said the handsome man.

The woman complied, a moment later amazement was seen on her face. "Well, I can hear the sound of the wind and the waves so melodious. When I close my eyes like I'm flying."

"You're so sweet, indeed" he praised, giving the kiss on the exposed white shoulder and then crawling up to the seductive smooth neck.

"Sister Sean, you're amusing me," the warm sensation felt to make him bristle.

"You know, why is the view on the beach so beautiful?" ask Sean.

"Because the weather is sunny" guess Allesya.

"Wrong."

"Then what?"

"You are beside me."

"I'm so embarrassed, Mr. Sean Willson," joked Allesya in delight.

"I know."

"Sister, you know how different you are from a boat at sea?" Now replace Allesya who asked.

"I don't know."

"If the boat often spread nets, but if you sow the seeds of love in my heart" Allesya giggled.

"I not only sow the seeds of love in your heart, but also the seeds of Sean junior in your womb every night, dear," at last, the hand seemed to swoop mischievously into the cloth, play with a gentle swab on Allesya's stomach skin.

"Son's sister, you don't start again, it's an open place," the seedling gave a warning as Sean's hand climbed and emptied into the adorable mountain top.

"There's nothing wrong with us trying it out with a new atmosphere" whispered Sean.

Hastened up from sitting down, breaking away from Sean's hand that had crept everywhere. "Your flirting isn't funny, Sean."

"Where are you going, Allesya?"

"Hhhh..!" a few swings of the limb that had just been taken instantly came to a halt because something was stuck in the bottomless soles of his feet.

Shocked and anxious, Sean suddenly approached Allesya who looked grimacing because of the pain that attacked his legs. Move deftly, scanning the source of her female pain.

"Your feet are smashed with glass, we'd better get back to the villa to treat your wounds."

"Get on my back" Sean said without any repudiation from Allesya.

"Carlos, Dory, Pedro! Come here," Sean called out to everyone who worked there as feet were already on the villa floor.

Moving as fast as lightning, the three summoned subordinates were already standing and facing in front of the Master.

"Yes, sir" said the three at once. They were even stunned when they saw his master holding his wife.

"Wandering the entire coast, make sure there are no sharp objects that can hurt my wife again," Sean said playfully making the three subordinates dumbfounded in the heart.

"Good sir."

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Hayoo..who yesterday has been riding blood because of the shameless Marry?

Hayoo... who has been struggling because Arthur is less firm and mushy?

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