Love Untangled - Chapter 152

Benjamin

She still did not let go of my thobe. I needed to distract her somehow. It was not like I did not want to kiss her, but that was not a good idea now.

“I can not help you get undressed while kissing you.” I half-smiled at her. “I remember otherwise.” She seductively said.

I felt uncomfortable. I looked around and the maids and nurses were trying to hide there smiles. Not really succeeded in it.

“Let’s save your breath Habibie.” I told her. “Alright.” She pouted. She let it go for now, but I saw that I was not going to get away with this for long.

I took off her robe and I was taken aback by the sight of her. She was not wearing a bra. Blame me,I was just a simple man. I caressed the back of her neck. Jasmine slightly shivered and I smiled at her.

I took the bag, thinking that there would be fresh underwear for her, and I was right. I clicked a beautiful lace bra on and adjusted her straps. She followed my movements with her eyes.

“Isn’t there any way we can shower?” She asked the nurse behind me. “I don’t think that is a very wise thing to do your highness.” The nurse said. She looked at me like a sulky child, probably thinking that I could make it happen.

She seemed to be on a warpath. “We cannot do that while you are on supplemental oxygen Honey.” I told her. “It cannot get wet. And if we would take it off for a little while… your saturation will drop.” I said and kissed her perfect nose.

I realized that she just wanted the confirmation that I loved her. “I love you.” I breathed close to the hollow beneath her ears. A sweet sound escaped her lips.

The monitor beeped. We immediately looked up to the sound, only to see that her pulse went up. I chuckled and shook my head. She did not seem bothered.

I cleared my throat. “Habibie, for the sake of your dear caretakers here… I think it is good that we… I mean, that I wait outside.” I said pressing my lips together.

“You are not going anywhere.” She said stern. She was dead serious, that much was clear in her eyes. I blinked a few times.

I held my tongue and continued to change her clothing. I was done and a maid brought a bowl of water and a towel to rinse her face. I gestured the maid to hand it to me and I took the cloth and soaked it in the water. I drenched it a little and started to carefully wipe her face.

Her cat-like eyes were focused on mine. She was not backing down. “Jaya and Jacob.” I said. Jasmine narrowed her eyes at me. “When did you decide to call them that?” I asked her.

“I didn’t.” She shrugged. Her eyes hardened. I did not know why. “Who did?” I asked in curiosity.

She shrugged. She did not want to talk about it, it seemed.

Jasmine was quiet the rest of the time.

I put her hair in a ponytail, when Raina came in. “That is just the sweetest sight.” Raina said approving of me taking care of my wife.

“He even did a good job.” She said exaggeratingly winking at Jazz. “We are going to the willow.” Jasmine said to Raina. “I know.” She said kindly.

“Are you coming with us?” Jasmine asked. “You should come.” I insisted as well.. I needed the buffer. I did not know how I would manage to be alone with her for two months, and not tell her about what the heck I did wrong these couple of days.

My grandfather had Jasmine carried outside on a sedan chair by four men. Jasmine had pigheadedly wanted to refuse being carried, but when I told her it was the only way, she calmed down.

When we reached the willow I felt my feet become heavier. No one uttered a single word.

I helped Jasmine out of the sedan chair.

She look at me and then at their names again ingraved on the little graves… Jasmin flew into my arms. I put my arms around her small frame, placing my chin on the crown of her head. I felt that she was weak, beneath my arms, so I tightened my grip on her. I gently picked her up in my arms, carrying her bridal style.

Jasmine continued to cry. And I slowly lowered us to the ground, in front of their graves. My eyes felt like they were burning. I apologetically looked at the staff, who were carrying around her oxygen.

It seemed like Jasmine had a hard time breathing. The doctor seemed worried. “Hey… ” I said as I tilted up het chin to look at me. “Slowly breathe in through your nose.” I reminded her.

Tears flowed down her cheek. “And slowly exhale through your mouth.” I said wiping her tears.

It pained me to see her like this. She did not deserve the cards she got dealt in life. She had lost her mother when she was young. Her father did not have long to live. Although the treatments received here, expanded his life. Her brother in-law, the one who was supposed to protect her as her male guardian, did despicable things to her and then there was me… The worst husband alive.

I vowed to myself that I would never hurt her again. There was no excuse for what I had done.

“You buried them under your willow.” She breathed. “It was always your safe place.” She sobbed.

“It was our willow, remember?” I reminisced. “Yes.” She breathed and a smile broke through her tears.

She wrapped her arms around me, hanging on to me for dear life. She cried and I stroke her back up and forth, burying my nose in her hair.

I remembered the first time that we were under this willow together. I read her a book. Rabia was present of course. This woman intrigued me in ways I could never describe.. Her sassy attitude won my heart.