Reveries in the Granite House
The couple satisfyingly woke up at night and had their sumptuous dinner that Magee has inspiringly prepared. No one was pointing any topic to discuss with; not even the combatant and lieutenant husband but his face was painted with smile of joy. Sweetly, she scooped some boiled pink beans and sauced it with tomato and bell pepper. Interestingly, however, she couldn't even spare some gazes so he gently pulled her hand to sit beside him. She'd got messy hair again so he manly stood up and tied her wife's hair with a hanky. In a moment, her face wants to almost flare so George leaned it on his shoulder and caressed her hair while they both seated silently - subtly came into view their unspeakable blissful feelings and with heartbearts in coup de tat. Words were even powerless as he looked on her but she avoided his stares and gruesomely, he kept pressing her hands.
Subsequently, some of the tasty food she prepared laid longer on the table since he kept on taking advances and mercilessly glued her and she immensely prevented to look at him in a while or two that's getting too intensively close - but she was secretly smiling till he found her face caught by his naughty hands and their eyes met where pulses ticks like pendulums. That was intense.
After a torrent timeless moment, the sober lovers were lost out of sight; eloquently eloped and seemed hiding in centuries out of uncensored privacy in the innermost chamber of their matrimonial sanctuary and through the brink of their honeyed titillating passion.
Back to the wooden house, Albrecht personally watch-over his step dad from sleeping so soundly. Still teary eyed, he was holding his dad's calloused hand.
" Dad...your fever already subsided, get well soon. We have a lot to take care of. Your men's loosening in number, George's trying to get through it but our sister's excitement to combat the opponents seemed equivalent to the army's infantry. That's why we supported George's all through out for becoming your daughter's buddy, preventing her to escape for trouble but more than once she did. George had protected her with his life, courtship, explored the journal and found a house in Mars - till they got married, haha. Hmm...they were interesting and this just made me too settled. So take your rest. Tomorrow, I'll report to you some random issues, the military - guerrilla encounters, the separate beds, stolen kiss, angel fruit trees, Daisy flower, stolen baby shirt, haha, everything is corny but cute. Now we understand why you made us too close and even made as George's bodyguards in US - your plan with Sr. Sibal and uncle Chuck ran this far, you're just an amazing dad. You've got a big heart for taking care of us like your own." He thought while covering him with a thicker blanket and the fogs started to penetrate inside their house and Albrecht felt like he's freezing.
Footsteps moved closer to the room and when the door opened, the fogs passed through it and Baldur emerged, feeling bitterly cold.
" Albrecht, how's dad?" Baldur asked.
" He's still asleep. I'd sensed he's too tired. Hmm, Baldur, this breaks my heart. Wait here, I need to locate the remaining two cups of rice I set aside for Magee. Hmm, the couple are on a diet these days so instead for Mag, I'll give it for dad's porridge for the next two days."
" Can he not eat steamed sweet potatoes or boiled corn." Baldur asked.
" No. He needs soft food or else his tummy would be in trouble.
" Such a struggle. Anyway, I'll take care of dad tonight, you may sleep now Albrecht.
" Thanks brod, just wake me up supposed there's a problem. I'll just sleep on that bed next from here." Albrecht said.
" The better. If the fogs will worsen , I guess we need to use the furnace and bring dad in the kitchen." Baldur reasoned out.
"Haha, hey...just cover him with piled up of blanket and don't you ever bring him to the kitchen, dad might be mad at you."
" Why not? if the situation worsen, we can."
" Hmm, dad might be alienated with the fire at the furnace. He might be scared, we don't know yet if what happened to him out there. Fire can trigger trauma. Likewise, he had been into such a worst situation so let's just be careful of our treatment on him."
" Okay big brother." Baldur smiled.
Minutes after, some footsteps walked off and the brothers noticed it. So without hesitation they ran to get out and followed the footsteps but they saw nothing.
" Who was that?" Baldur put his hands on waist while breathlessly relaxing after running meters away.
" Hmm, eavesdropping at us, or curious about dad? that person knew that dad is here right now! I see!" Albrecht had his restful talk on a rock he sat down with while turning off the flashlight.
" But why ran that hideously...hmm, he could have called or asked to us if it's the captain we're taking care of." Baldur reasoned out.
" Hah! Its so tiresome yet the cold foggy surrounding dominates, let's go back inside." Albrecht said.
When they got back to the room where the captain was lodged they have heard a sound, whispering.
" Albrecht...Baldur...food...please, give me some." The captain requested.
After hearing it, Albrecht ran to the kitchen, reboiled the stocked porridge and returned to their dad.
" Dad, sit down...I'll elevate your pillow so that you can lean on it comfortably. Baldur, please go get a mug of water for Dad, quick!"
" Yeah." Baldur obeyed and acted right away like a speed of lightning.
The captain swallowed the porridge fed by Albrecht like he had never eaten in a year. The brothers felt too much pity for him and it seemed their hearts we're stricken by hundreds of knives, horrible.
" Dad, your ...water." Baldur handed to him the mug of water.
" Baldur...can't hold it. My hand can't grasp yet, still too tired." The captain blurted.