Chapter 123 - Want to be your man (4) (1/2)
He quietly opened the door and walked inside his bedroom. The dim light from the lamp on the table was one. He saw the slender body lying on her side. Stefan tiptoed slowly and quietly to her.
Where should he put it? The big hand paused for a second, but then he decided to ...
”AAA-CHOO!! Aaa-Choo!”
The sound of sneezing suddenly echoed in the room.
”Hey, what are you doing?” The sleepy voice asked. She moved her nose to find the smell of something. The thing was pushed to her nose, spinning back and forth, scratching the tip of her nose unbearably. It tickled and made her sneezed so hard.
Wirata opened her eyes. She saw the tall figure bent over her. There was a rose in his hand and that caused her to sneeze.
”Sorry.”
He hurriedly said. Stefan did not intend to wake her up. But he would just want to leave the rose on her pillow near her face. Then he was afraid she could not smell it. So, he decided to point it near her nose, wanted her to smell the lovely fragrance and had a nice dream. But obviously, he put it too near.
”Rose ... For you”
The voice said softly, handed the rose to Wirata. She paused and woke up fully and blinked rapidly. Wirata had never expected this from him in a million years. He looked at her and his eyes were soft. Wirata reached for the rose. She smiled and put it under her nose then breathed in the scent of the beautiful flower.
”Thank you. It's very kind of you.”
The sweet voice said and looked at his handsome face. He bent down and kissed on her forehead.
”Do you like it?” He asked softly again.
”Very much.” She replied and put the rose to her nose again.
”Good. I'm glad.” He said and smiled to her then the tall body turned and he frowned when looked at his hands.
”Where are you going?”
Wirata asked and sat up on the bed. She reached to grab his arm and she saw his big hand was red with dry blood.
”What happened to your hand? Why were you bleeding? ”
She asked with concern in her voice.
”Nothing. Just the roses thorns. I will go downstairs to get a needle, will see if I can get them out.”
He answered.
Wirata looked up at the tall man before looking down at his hand again. She stepped out of the bed.
”Let's go wash your hands first. ”
Wirata dragged him to the bathroom to wash the blood off his hand.
”Ouch! It hurts there. Only small thorns but why does it hurt so much?”
The grumbling voice mumbled.
”Don't look down on small things ...”
The soft voice said. Stefan smiled, planted a kiss on her cheek.
”I don't mean in an insulting way, but just wondering.”
He explained. She used the small towel to dry his hands and let him sit on the edge of the bed. The small hands fumbled and pressed onto the big hand.
”Does it hurt here?”
”Yes, ouch! Right there ... Ouch! ... That hurts.”
He jerked with pain when she pressed her finger right on the spots where the thorns buried.
”Must use the needle to take them out. Why are you not careful?”