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Assassins accidental Marriage

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Bee….beep…..bee….. The ECG is juddering up and down as it computes the heartbeat of a boy who has been lying lifelessly in the hospital's bed. The nurse in attendance came to check on him and there is nothing unusual she found. After changing his hospital attire to that of freshly prepared clothes. She began to wipe his face with a wet towel. Every time it's amusing how she ended up blushing just admiring his face a little. Tangling her fingers in his red variant hairs she rugged them sideways as combing the rest. It never feels exhausting to take care of him for her but a thought of deprivation also stuck in her mind and she whispers in belief that this boy may squeeze his eyes before widening them up. "Wake up champ. You are wasting your time snorting. The world has a lot for you to see." But with no sign of facial wrinkles his face remains calm and hard as a feather and stone respectively. Dragging out the wagon of expertise from the room she closed the door behind her back Unusual to that of normal times when she does not push it off until taking a last look at the patient's surroundings from a far. Without looking back she stopped her feet in forward and unexpectedly halted the next moment like she forgot something with a guilty comprehension. She recalled not closing the window. "Argh…, " She sighs in rebuke. "Leave it anyway, it's not gonna wake him up just because it's a little cold." Saying so, she rushed to the next room as there was a pile of new work waiting for her to attend as a nurse. " Where Am I?" The glass window is closed but the patient is up. He rekon his body up and lower his feet. Partially feeling the touch by himself he understands that it's cold. However he likes this coldness to feel for a while. He twitches his lashes as it's hard to see things. After a diminished experience he is able to see the magnified image of his shadow. This series will be continued in Trump:The victory novel. I am a bit introvert writer. just here to say I am gonna update it soon so read it if you find interesting. ok? You can also support me on…. https://www.instagram.com/mint_malimilkin12900/ And https://www.paypal.me/HarshKumar629

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Maybe I should stop trying to talk to him but Nhle said I should try to and I would like to know my future husband. Me: Am I invisible My Husband? I asked How are you? (There was a little mockery and sarcasm in my words, he looked at me more than a second this time and no matter how intense his eyes were I maintained the eye contact) Maqhawe: I am fine my Wife but I would like it if you stopped talking to me. (His voice was pure ice and intimidating, I found myself gulping loudly, I'm doing all of this for Nhle, if she saw this guy as he is right now he will no longer be the handsome hunk that she'll snack on) Me: Level with me please Qhawe, I'm trying to get to know you as we are soon to be married. He gestured the waiter to come and he did in seconds with my lemonade also. It took him some damn time. Maqhawe: Triple the refill. (He gave the waiter the glass and he scurried away, is he trying to get drunk? But that's not my problem, I will surely be happy if he gets into an accident and die. I gulped down half of my lemonade, the atmosphere is intense you can cut it with a knife. The waiter came back. Waiter: Here you go Sir. Would you like to order anything to eat now? I took the menu from the table then skim through it. Got it! Me: The triple decker pizza please with fries on the side. Waiter: Meat or chicken? Me: Meat? Waiter: Thick or thin crust? Me: Thin Waiter: Okay ma'am and you sir? Maqhawe: Pork head deeply boiled and creamy samp with spinach on the side He really just ordered that in this sort of restaurant? The waiter kept a smile even though you can see that it's fake. Waiter: Will that be all? Me: Can I have a glass of wine? I said innocently, I don't remember the time I last drank. Waiter: Red or White? Me: Which one do you recommend? Waiter: Most people like red ma'am. Me: Okay give me that one. Waiter: Dry or sweet? Is the next question he's supposed to ask is wet or sour. No ways. Me: Sweet. He smiled jotting it down quickly before leaving Maqhawe: Ngeke ngibe nomfazi oyisidakwa mina! Says a person who just ordered a glass full of whiskey. Me: I'm not a drunkard Maqhawe: You will not drink that wine in my presence. You don't want to see me irritated My Wife. (His emphasis on my wife was bitter like him)

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