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this curse
Marco furrowed his brow as he gazed at the woman who seemed distracted from herself. Marco’s mind was consumed with questions about whether Letta had gotten drunk after just a few glasses of wine. Letta was massaging the bridge of her nose at the time. “I shouldn’t have gotten involved with a man like you,” Letta said, causing Marco to pause as he was about to drink from his glass of wine. Nevertheless, Marco remained fully aware.
After returning from her parents’ house, Marco’s mood worsened, and the only way to distract himself was by drinking a bottle of wine. Somehow, Marco thought of drinking with Letta. At the moment, Marco didn’t have any specific thoughts, he just wanted company. However, Letta turned out to be a woman far from such drinks, thought Marco.
“I should be living happily right now and married to Abian. We had planned our life long before this. Getting married, having children, living simply, and happily. That’s what we planned together, Abian and I,” Letta said, sounding like she was rambling as she continued to slowly drink her wine.
“But suddenly God punished me by bringing a man like you into my life. Making my life feel like hell,” Letta said again, leaving Marco speechless. Even though Letta expressed her feelings, Marco didn’t feel angry or offended. He just gazed into Letta’s eyes, filled with sadness.
“At first, I accepted this curse because there would be my future baby who would be my source of strength. But this time, my life feels truly like hell. There is no longer anything that can be my source of strength, because my fetus has left me, as well as Abian, Mia, even my mother, and my father. Everyone has truly left me. Was I really born to be cursed like this?” Letta said, leaving Marco in awe.
“And what I most appreciate about this curse is perhaps one day you too will leave and abandon me. Allowing me to be like a pigeon to fly freely again,” Letta said, leaving Marco just staring at her in silence.
“I also want to cry with joy, like people who cry when they find out they’re pregnant, cry on their wedding day, and cry when they become a mother. Can I feel things like that? Even on my wedding day, I lost my fetus, and on that day, I lost everything. I lost my spirit, lost my identity. I lost myself,” Letta said, tears continuing to wet her cheeks.
Marco couldn’t stay silent any longer. He reached for Letta’s shoulders and pressed his lips against hers. Marco kissed Letta with a feeling that was not anger, not annoyance, but rather a different sensation. Marco seemed to want to silence all the complaints coming from Letta’s mouth. Marco seemed not to want to hear all the grievances Letta expressed.
For the first time, Marco could feel how Letta responded to his kiss. Even though he knew Letta was drunk, Marco could feel that this was Letta, the self she had concealed all this time. Letta didn’t hold back when returning Marco’s kiss. Letta then reached for Marco’s nape to deepen their kiss. After that, Letta slipped her fingers into Marco’s thick hair, causing Marco to pull Letta’s waist closer. Marco could feel Letta playing with her tongue around his full lips, feeling her body temperature rising. Letta let go of the wine glass that had been in her hand, and it fell to the floor.
Marco lifted Letta and carried her to his bed, maintaining their kiss. Marco also heard Letta’s sighs between their kisses, an honest sound that emerged from Letta for the first time as they both united their lips with enough intensity. Marco sat on the edge of the bed, embracing Letta, savoring every trace of the wine that remained in Letta’s mouth, which felt sweeter and more intoxicating than the wine he usually drank from his crystal glass.
Marco felt the tightness within him starting to rebel as Letta deliberately played her fingers on his neck, arousing something he couldn’t contain. Marco began unbuttoning every button Letta wore without any resistance, without any sad or angry face staring at him. As if Letta was doing it because they both desired each other.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.