Aftermath Of A Tragedy
Wilfried sighed as he watched his wife smother Arvell in her bosom.
"Honey, you're going to kill the poor kid; at least let him breathe."
Lienna's eyes widened as she realized Arvell was desperately struggling for air.
"Sorry, Arvell, dear, I got too carried away!"
She immediately let go of her fierce bearhug.
After he managed to get away from Lienna's clutches, Arvell desperately gasped for air.
"Cough, cough. I'm fine."
Lienna looked at Arvell with a worried look.
"How are you feeling?"
Knowing she was talking about his body condition and not how he was after managing to survive her bear hug, Arvell responded.
"I feel slightly tired, but other than that, I'm doing perfectly fine."
Wilfried and Lienna breathed out a sigh of relief.
"That's good. When we saw you yesterday, we had a panic attack!" Lienna shivered.
Arvell smiled when he heard Lienna's worried tone.
"Thank you."