Chapter 42 Title

"Get up there! I'll pour you hot water, I'm telling you Zeke!" I immediately removed the blanket from his body and the curtain so it was immediately sunny, I was awake for almost an hour and then he was still lying down, not ashamed if the snake was moving.
"You're the one I'm building, not your ass!" I slap its pet with my hand.
"Annika! Oh my!" its cry then touched his lower back.
"Because you were pure last night, then you'll wake up at noon? What if I kick that?" I immediately folded the blanket as he drowsily got up, just kissed it on my forehead and went straight to the bathroom.
I made the most of that so I could clean our room. I also finished cooking our breakfast, after we also ate he was the one who presented to fold my laundry. During the two months we stayed here I was almost amazed at what I knew about him, things I had never seen in him before that seemed to me he was just doing, including the fact that it was so many.
I learned not to hit the kisses he does because I notice that's where it all starts. First move is a wrong move. But if I liked anything more about him, it was that he didn't insist. He was a man, and they had a need, but he never forced me. If I didn't want to, he understood me. He knows how to respect my decision.
"I thought we were going for a walk?" I hear because he seems to have forgotten because it's busy again on his laptop.
Work again. When he wasn't leaving the house, he would often face the laptop to take care of the floorplan which he would often attribute to me. By the way, we came here for work. Since he didn't seem to hear me, I just went into a room to read a book. I will never get tired of the smell of books and pens. Right now I have to keep my writing a secret from Zeke. I made up my mind to keep that and I will only say about it when I know everything is okay with me.
I opened the laptop again and then re-read the last chapter I wrote yesterday. I couldn't believe I could make a story from the category I disliked the most back then. I write Romance. Regarding a woman with a disability, I want to show how she will be accepted by the people around her if from the beginning she does not accept such a situation, how people will love her if she is ashamed of herself. How can she find the man who will accept her, if she does not know how to trust. Mixed of Romance and realization in reality.
Somehow it makes sense, this is the category I want that I don't regret trying because I've only been writing this novel for a month and I'm almost done. Maybe it won't take more than five days to finish that day. Then I want to write the story that I planned for almost a year. I'm just waiting for the opportunity, in case the outcome of the novel I'm writing now is good, I'll continue with my plan. This time, I want satisfaction. That's it.
"What's the title?!" I whispered irritably then sat on the floor.. I'm very good with the stories I'm thinking about, not until I find out that I don't have a title and characters' name yet.
I need to be able to think now, I can't sleep as longi can't think of a title. Yeah, this is my way to not being procastinate. I quickly adjusted my seat because of the loud knock on the door.
"Why?" I will ask.
"Are you busy?" he asked with his mouth glued to the door.
"You're busy aren't you?" I also asked without leaving the post.
"Are you sad?" laughing it says.
"Are you stupid?" "I'm going in with you, I mean inside," he said laughing as he unscrewed the door knob.
I closed my thighs earlier apart, I still remained leaning against the wall in front of the mirror so I could clearly see myself irritated. I felt it sit next to me and quickly lay down on my thigh, its head facing my stomach.
"What are you doing this? I'm just finishing something," he said softly as he slowly inserted his head inside my dress, causing me to feel his kiss on it.
"I'm thinking of something."
"Me?"
"Title, idiot," I swear and pinch the hand of it behind me.
"Hmm, Zeke's Adventure. Try it," it suggested as I looked in the mirror. I look pregnant because Zeke's head is inside my dress, Even her hands are also inside that little by little something is doing what.
"Romance is the genre," I continued as he stopped, but it didn't come out inside my dress.
"Try that, Ohhh! Maru!" its growl that gradually widened my eyes.
"Jerk!" I whispered that I laughed as well.
I know when it comes to this kind of talk, he beats me. Whenever something happens to us, I just want to slap a cloth in my mouth, and close my eyes.
"We're leaving this afternoon, you'll like what we're going to do, just think about it first. But I thought it was better," he sat down laughing and then kissed my cheek. "I love you." It left me in the bedroom.
I can stay here all day without doing anything, I'm also done with housework, I can sleep or go somewhere. But that title! What title?! I ended up writing another chapter, and list some possible titles that are connected to the story, I also consider my main character's characteristics and goals, because maybe that's where the titles come from. I also ready my thesaurus, dictionary and other references.
I need some effort, I don't want it to be rushed and trash. This is gonna be my fullfill dreams. My goal. To write our story. And soon to be published that everyone can read and knows where we start. I want my kids to be proud of me. Our kids. I planned it and still working on it.
I just wore simple jogging pants and a thin t-shirt, so did he. We decided to leave as it was getting dark because we couldn't see the thing he wanted to show me when it was bright. Lots of people walking along our path. When he stopped the car, I got out of the car first because he was still looking for a place to park his car. The surroundings are wide, it's like I'm in a University in the Philippines, it's like I'm in a field, there are a lot of people and it looks like there are different races here, the others are tourists. At the far end there are small ones glowing there, like candles.
"Come on," he whispered then grabbed my hand. "Niks is starting," it whispered again.
Many people were in a hurry to approach the place that Zeke was pointing out to me, when we got close to sat the very least we decided to stop, even though he wanted to go inside but he had to show me what was going to happen first. I could see nothing but beautiful large bags with something glowing in them. I couldn't help but be amazed. It's very dark around but that's what gives light. I felt Zeke's hug from behind me, resting her head on my shoulder.
"It's that—"
"Yep! This is my favorite. I used to be satisfied when I saw this, but now I want you to see it. Everything I asked for here, I was not disappointed," he whispered to me referring to the things that were still being prepared to fly.
"It's a wishing lanterns, right?"
"Yep. And I want you to be happy," he said softly then pressed his head to the neck. "With me."
"Lol," I replied laughing.
I already happy Zeke. Thank you!
"I want baby, I want you to marry me, and I want you to be happy," he said that almost matched the end.
"As you wish," I hinted then kissed his head.
I don't know if he got what I mean, I don't want to interrupt what he's doing now because I know this is the way he's been flirting with me.
"What will be your book title if ever you make a story of yours?" I asked simply as I slowly flew the wishing lanterns.
"Is it for us?"
"Just a story of your life, of course."
"Ever since then, you've been a part of my life, Annika. If ever I will write our story, the title should be Keep my Word," he whispered along with the flying wishing lanterns that amazed me even more.
"Why?" I immediately asked.
"You are my words, and I will be forever keep you and thank Lord for having you. You are the Author of my life."
Thousands of voltages raced through my chest at the same time as flying a lot of that stuff. I could not believe what I heard. A subject he immediately gave meaning to in just one breath.
"In case you forget how we started, I will read over and over again the book you once made," he whispered loudly then I felt his strong kiss.
I feel strangely happy, for some unknown reason all my doubts about him have disappeared. I have trust issues, and I'm afraid to ruin the things I gave him again. But this time, he proved me that I'm wrong. I always asking myself, am I really deserve him? What did I do to get God to give me this kind of man? Finally, I have a title of our story. Thank you, Zeke.