She just walked into her room. The sight in front of his eyes was truly breathtaking.
The embers with their faces spread out, sleeping on Sandra's mattress. Reminded her of the past when they were still joined in holy matrimony.
"My goodness, you're still just as cute," she murmured quietly.
Carefully, she lies beside the coals. She looked at the face she longed for.
Her feelings are erratic this time. On the other hand, she was pining and, on the other hand, disappointed.
The person she had relied on for years simply threw it away with the fetus already growing in her womb. She hadn't yet told her about the divorce papers she had obtained first.
Which woman's heart wasn't broken?
"I know I'm handsome. I know you miss. Don't be ashamed, my dick is still yours. "
The unapologetic ember says it. It makes Sandra really want to curse her mouth.
"Ish repellent, you still have guts," she said indifferently.
She laid the body on the other side. She curled while hugging her leg.
"Why indeed? Isn't that right? I know you still love me, Sandra. Of course I can't turn my back on you. "
The hoarse voice was stirring Sandra's mind. His eyes were open again after trying to force her to close. A subtle touch crept across his back.
"Bara ...."
"Yes, I know you'll be difficult. Face it over here. I'm going to bleach your sleep. Or if you like, I can keep you busy first."
The ember of temptation seemed to bother Sandra. Not because he was interested in his offer, but the result of his own action.
Sandra does not want to be ensnared in life together.
No, although eager as they may be, there is now Skylar, who desperately needs her affection. She can't be weak just because of an ex-husband.
"Sleep here. I'll be with Sky," said Sandra coldly.
His feet had stepped on the floor. Prepare to leave the coal at the seams.
"Isn't there a second chance for me, Sandra?" The still vivid embers murmur.
"Yes. Nothing," Sandra responded indifferently.
"We are still husband and wife," he exclaimed, heavily exhaling.
A parable about coal exposes Sandra's eyeballs wide open. How can you say that without a load of coal?
She turned to look at the seriousness behind the embers' cold faces. It's obvious the man wasn't joking.
"You got drunk at the party last night. I'll get you some milk. "
Sandra's hand was held first. Along with a circular embrace on her waist.
"I know you're upset by my stupidity. Can I fix it? Don't go, Sandra. "
Sandra was speechless. His heart overflowed with pleading song in every roar of a burning breath. She's not seeing straight. She didn't want to hear anything anymore.
"Release me, Bara."
Sandra's complaints broke her heart. Sandra was so mad at him she didn't want to hug him.
Bara resigned from her embrace. He chose tonight. Leaving Sandra to continue her footprints out of the room.
After she left, he rubbed his hair. His mistake was hard. Not to mention someone who always provoked her to not trust Sandra.
The corner of his eye caught a flat object in his overcoat. He grabs his phone and looks for a familiar number.
One time, the call was denied.
Two rejections.
Rejected three times.
An angry ember. He's throwing his phone back. His ass landed on the edge of the bed. An upset is not a game to be played by circumstance.
"Come think embers. Get Sandra back or not to live," he muttered in despair.
***
The melt free-falls from both eyeballs. Looking at his sleeping son's peaceful face, there was pain and happiness all at once.
Sky's face resembles his father's. How could Sandra forget the coals so quickly if she seemed to be next to a smaller version every day?
"Go to sleep, Mom. How long do you want to cry over the old man?"
Sky made a remark to his mother despite the fact that his position was no longer open. He knew Sandra came into her room and cried when he saw her. The only thing he regrets is being in their midst.
"You're not asleep? Or waking up in Mama's presence?" Sandra said Don't forget, she wiped her tears. She doesn't want to be seen by Sky any more.
"I haven't slept," Sky blurted out.
"Ah. Why, darling? Are you having trouble sleeping? Want me to read you a fairy tale?"
Without waiting for an answer, Sandra pointed to a row of neatly arranged books in his walk-in closet. She picked up the one she was supposed to read to her kid.
"Now, let Mama read you a story. Adolescent children and deer --"
"I'm not a kid, Ma," Sky protested first.
"Who said what? Whether you were six years old or not, you were still a Mama's boy, " Sandra said without losing heart.
"Ck."
The Sky was switched from sprawl to sideways. He is back, facing Sandra. He didn't seem to like his mama calling him a kid.
"Oh, my god, are you sulking with Sky? Please, Mommy's just kidding."
There's no sign of Sky. The sound of regular breath sounded as though he had been asleep. Sandra sighed in relief. His child is typical of sleep. It's easy to wake up. It's not hard to sleep, and it's not hard to wake up.
She scraped out a book she hadn't had time to read upstairs. It's still the same position, sitting on Sky's back. It's not easy to convince this boy.
"How do you think your Papa, Sky, is? Do you like him? Did you even hate him?"
Sandra mumbled softly. Throughout Sky's growth, he only asked his father twice. I was three years old, and I graduated from kindergarten. The rest of the kids look so normal. No one knows his heart.
"I don't know if you miss his figure or not. You never asked. It's always Mama. "
The dry tears seemed to glow again. Sandra is completely vulnerable when she's back on her feet. The presence of coal clutters the original plan.
"Your papa wants it back. If you want, I'll take it. You can't be selfish about your future, can you? You need papa. Even though you never asked. "
"Good night, Mama Boy. I love you."
Sandra closed the tract when she gave him a kiss on the cheek. It simply settles down to make no sound. She prefers to sleep in the living room. She was afraid her son wouldn't be safe with him around.
"Stop calling me an excuse. No matter how I look, I'm fine. "
Sky mumbled so softly. He's not fully asleep. She's just pretending not to hear some stupid story her mother's about to tell. He hears everything. Sandra's uncertain health chooses a step.
He should regret why his name always comes up in every decision she makes. Sky hated that thing. Because of him, Sandra suffered. He didn't want to be the thorn in the life of that special woman who gave birth to him.
***