The calm, morning breeze from their veranda woke up Dalmi from her deep slumber. The mesh curtains, as if they could hear a melody danced with the wind, catching the woman's half-opened eyes as she tried to pull herself up.
Her forehead creased as she tugged at the hem of the oversized shirt she wore last night. It ended at the middle of her legs, enough to cover the parts needed. She glanced at her side, expecting the sleeping beast sleeping beside her when she saw nothing but the messed up blanket.Memories from last night came crashing over her mind. She expected it the very least, but she couldn't deny how happy she is.Now that the crumple between them was now fixed, she started to think of the plans they'd do together. Will she be able to eat and be with him without an appointment? she wondered.She pressed her palms on her hot cheeks. Was it possible to feel more womanly when they did that? Because she could feel a different level of satisfaction and joy iAs if she was some kid who had been deprived of candy, Dalmi pushed herself at the corner of the tub, curling her legs towards her upper body as she averted her gaze from him.With a pout on her lips, she refused to talk to him even when he kept on asking her to come close.Why would she follow him after doing that thing? She was at least, sane enough to resist him.She was already in that place where she wanted to be. She'd anticipated for the best thing at that very moment, not even minding how it could end or how it could hurt her afterward but this man...pushed it all away.Now he was talking to her like he didn't do something horrible? She sarcastically smirked and put her face under her knees, refusing to answer his every call.What she was feeling right now were both hotness and coldness. The warm water was enveloping her whole body as it was submerged by it, but the flames Carden lit earlier were still alive inside her, and no matter how she tries to
Dalmi's heart pounded like the thundering hooves of a hundred wild stallions, it felt as though it would leave her chest.Carden's calloused, heated palm passed through her stomach and went upwards in a slow, circular motion. She could feel heat gushing inside her body, his every touch making her shiver, and cast all her strength away.She leaned her head on his chest and let him touch her skin. The silence covering the whole place made it so cold, but she could feel the opposite.Was it because they are so close to each other? Skin to skin, their bodies are stuck with each other. The roughness of Carden's skin, his hairy arms, and legs covered the smallness of her body but she didn't mind. It only adds up to the things she feels right now.She cursed herself. How could she feel this way when he was just merely cleaning her body? How come it could make her feel so hot when he was just touching her with no other intentions?She breathed slowly. His hand trail
"But we can just take an absent just for today, don't you think I'm working too much?" Carden frowned and stood a step back, his head tilting as he tried to convince her wife.They are inside his walk-in closet. When Dalmi told him that they have to go to work instead of cuddling inside her room, he immediately turned it down and never wanted to leave her but the woman was too pushy that he had to go out.He didn't even wear his work attire and just knocked behind her door as she gets ready, but he couldn't convince her."Didn't you say that a leader should be a good role model?" she arched her brow and walked in front of him. She touched his shoulders and checked his polo."But we'll just take an absent this day, it wouldn't be–"
"Will there be no other way for me to overcome this crap, Dr. Osmenia? I've been going here since forever but I still think there's no progress no matter what I do!" Carden angrily hissed when he heard the same thing to the Doctor.Two weeks ago, when he went here for a check-up, he also heard the same thing from him: if he continues to drink whatever he was saying and be as healthy as possible, he could improve.But the man, no matter how he encouraged himself to do all those things began to be more and more impatient each passing day."How much time should I wait until you can finally tell me that all these things are possible? I am starting to think that you are not as great as a doctor!" he put the folder down forcibly and covered his face with his hands.
"So gay," he cursed as he once again, strike his head on the steering wheel.He just couldn't accept it. Weeks, months, years have passed ever since he knew about his infertility but every time results will come out, he'd still feel the same pain he could hardly endure.All his teenage years, he played with girls and thought that he was just living his life the way he wanted. It was when he realized that the sperm he was emitting was too low compared to what he knew should come out. There are times when he'd lost his smell, at times he'd have pains on his lower body, and times were he wondered what was wrong with him.He thought he was all healthy until Casimir told him to get himself checked. He was twenty when he confirmed that he was infertile and he couldn't bear a child. But he couldn't accept it, so he tried to cure himself through the things Dr. Osmenia has given him, in hopes of the betterment of his reproduction and his health.Knowing these things, he
"Dalmi...I badly want to have a child..."Her eyes widened in abrupt when she heard about those words from him. She suddenly wanted to push him away, but the man's embrace and his broke voice was stopping her from doing it."A-are you serious?" she asked.Dalmi couldn't believe what this man says. It felt like everything was made out of crap and he was just bored."You must be kidding me!" she let out a nervous laugh.It's not like she didn't want to have a child. A part of her also wants to build a family they could call their own, but it was too sudden, she haven't predicted it.
Dalmi narrowed her eyes and tilted her head closer to the lady. The purple-haired woman with the pair of hooded eyes and thick eyeliner wore a frown on her face, her arms across her chest."You really are that girl!" Dalmi pointed at her and covered her mouth with her palm, her jaw dropped as she remembered the night where this woman left her alone in that parking lot after an attempt to save her."You...how dare you?!" she yelled and jumped off the high stool to get closer to her.At her side, was Jackie, still holding the shaker as he glanced at the two females in front of him."Uh...Dalmi, do you know who this woman is?" Jackie asked and tilted his head to her.Brooke, the woman with the purple hair eyed him with her sharp orbs the moment he talked to his best friend. He wrinkled his nose. Why would this woman look at me like this when I was just asking? He wondered."She was that woman, Jackie!" she pointed at her again, now, her face turning crimso
"Why do you freaking have a number of my husband?!"Dalmi's aggravated voice echoed inside the whole room. Her eyes turned bigger, her cheeks burned as though she'd hurt this woman way harder than what she did earlier."Why the hell did he sent you a message? Who are you, huh?" she reiterated.She couldn't stop herself. Something inside her was telling her to grab the woman's phone and check if it was true.The woman, on the other hand, chewed on her lips and hid her hands behind her back, taking another step backward as fear consumed her whole body.She had been watching Dalmi Arizona for a week when that thing happens, including her best friend, Jackie just to know about her whereabouts.