#A_CRAZY_LOVE_2
©Sir Zach
EPISODE 109
He passed the rope to Markus, not imagining he would do something like what he did next.
Markus placed the rope on the table, making various patterns before finally placing the food tray over it.
He then pulled the second end of rope, confirming if the tray was fitting in the ropes and gladly it did.
“Hold this.” Markus said while passing the rope tied food tray to the old chef.
With that he took the second end of rope with him.
“Follow me.” Markus said once again, before walking towards the other end of the pool.
After reaching there, Markus looked back at the old chef, confirming if he was on the spot. Once confirmed, he looked up, a smile blooming on his face as he tied the rope on his wirst.
He quickly jumped high, hooking his hands in the gaps between the building design. With that he lifted one hand, reaching for the higher gap and climbing higher, groaning a little in the process as his wounds were still raw.
? He was about to take another step when he felt the rope move beneath him.
He looked down, only to find the old chef jumping.
“What are you doing!” Markus exclaimed in a whisper, his eyes wide in surprise.
“Following you, young master.” The old chef replied matter of factly, carrying the tray in one hand, the other arm extended to hold the wall gap.
Markus, at that very instant, felt like banging his head on the wall beside. Yes, his men were obedient, way too obedient. But they needed to have some common sense about where to apply that obedience.
How could the old chef think that Markus will make an old man climb the building behind him, that too while carrying the precious food tray he was intending to pass Kizy.
“Just stay still on the ground. No need to follow me.” Markus replied in as calm a voice as he could.
“Yes young master.” The old chef replied before going back to his position, relieved that he wasn’t made to climb the wall behind Markus.
With that Markus resumed his journey upwards, slowing and groaning a little wherever needed.
Ultimately he was able to reach the balcony to his room after a lot of effort and pain of course. He climbed into his bedroom balcony silently before signalling the old chef and pulling the tray above.
Once he was done, he politely mouthed a thank you to the old chef, flustering him a little, before turning around, ready for his ultimate mission now.
He took a deep breath before opening the balcony door, which fortunately wasn’t locked from inside.
And the moment he entered the bedroom, he already regretted his life choices.
Kizy was standing on alert mode, a gun in her hand, while her expressions couldn’t look any more deadly.
If not for the tray he was carrying, even Markus would have raised his arms to surrender himself.
“Wifey it’s me.” Markus said in a gentle tone, hoping Kizy would dissipate that ki||er aura soon.
And Kizy was momentarily stupefied, speechless at Markus’s unnecessary filmy actions.
She had felt some light noises near her balcony door, putting up her guard. And thus here she was, patiently waiting with a gun pointed to ki|| her enemy. Though the enemy turned out to be her beloved husband.
She instantly put the gun down, sighing a little before something came to her mind.
And Marlus who was just about to relax was not given a chance to do so.
“Are you out of your mind??” Kizy screamed at Markus.
“Why?” Markus asked cluelessly, hoping for this ordeal to end soon so that he could have a peaceful talk with Kizy.
“Who climbs the building with broken ribs and poisonous injuries?? Markus, can you not do this to me? Can you at least learn to take care of yourself for my sake and stop making me worried sick all the time?” Kizy said, on the verge of crying as tears were thr_@tening to fall down her face.
“Hey… hey look.. Please don’t cry. Please please, I am sorry, real sorry. Look at me, I am alright, healthy and totally fine. Can I look any healthier? No… But still I won’t repeat this again.” Markus said, placing the food tray on the side before coming near Kizy.
But the more you tell someone to not cry, it only makes the situation worse. Hence Kizy, who could have managed to compose herself moments ago, ended up crying out loud.
“Kizy… please don’t. Every single tear of yours pierces my heart a thousand times. So please forgive me. I won’t ever make you worried again.” Markus said before wiping away her tears, caressing her cheeks.
Kizy cried a little more before her tears eventually died down while Markus kept hugging her like the most precious treasure in this world.
“I am sorry for being a crybaby. I just don’t have control over my emotions anymore.” Kizy said.
“That’s totally fine my sweetheart. As long as you are not sad and crying, any emotion is good to me.” Markus said while rubbing her head lovingly.
“Anything is fine as long as I am not crying?” Kizy asked in a playful voice.
“Hmmmm.” Markus said while nodding.
“Then take me along with you!” Kizy asked in a childlike manner, her eyes glowing like that of a little girl asking for her favourite candy.
“No.” Markus instantly replied, knowing his wife could easily trap him.
“See, and you say-” Kizy said while slapping Markus’ chest and Markus groaned loudly.
“Aahhh!” Markus cried out loud.
“$h|t! I am sorry, truly sorry. I momentarily forgot about your injury. Is it hurting very badly? What should I do? God I am so stupid!” Kizy started rambling while gently rubbing over Markus’s chest, as if that would soothe his pain.
And the next minute, her hands were held above her head, while she was pushed all the way back to the bedroom wall as Markus’s other arm circled around her tiny waist, her cold hands looking so fragile in his warm big palm.
He looked at her straight in the eye as his eyes darkened, something thr_@tening to lose all control.
He breathed hard, as if even this task needed a lot of effort before opening his mouth.
“You will be the last person to ever hurt me. So stop worrying about my injuries. There are other things that we can worry about.” Markus said, his voice husky.
“Like?” Kizy asked in confusion, unable to break eye contact with Markus as he had locked her with his gaze.
“Like you and I.” Markus said while closing in the distance, making Kizy take a sharp breath.
It was as if all her senses were heightened. His voice, his scent, his proximity, his clothes brushing against hers – all this were making her hot all over.
And finally she felt that soft warmth over her lips, his lips firm against her own. The hand encircling her waist, slowly made its way upward sending electrifying currents wherever it touched before eventually holding her chin gently.
The kiss was firm but gentle, amd Kizy felt her consciousness fading as her knees felt like they had no life in them.
She felt some wetness over her lips, but she was too lost to decipher what it was.
“Open your mouth, Kizy.” Markus whispered against her ears as Kizy slowly opened her eyes, looking at his eyes which looked even darker, his long lashes, his sharp pointed nose and lastly his lips.
This time she took the initiative, kissing Markus back, as Markus groaned from the sudden heat.
His grip loosened over her hands, making Kizy able to free herself as she hooked her hands around his neck, pulling him even closer.
And before Markus could process Kizy’s next move, her tongue was inside his mouth, exploring his mouth as he let her do that patiently, though his patience didn’t feel like it would last long.
He let her take the lead for some more time as his self control was vanishing with each passing second.
Kizy Mõ@ɲed in a low voice, driving away the last thread of sanity left within him before he took control.
One of his hands held her face in place, giving him proper access to her mouth as his second hand went downwards, squeezing her @zz.
Kizy Mõ@ɲed loudly, making Markus come out of daze. He slowly ended the kiss before breaking away from Kizy, confusing her completely.
“Let’s stop here. The doctor had advised that you are not supposed to do any strenuous activities.” Markus said, his voice still husky.
Kizy closed her eyes, as if still feeling the touch, the sensations she was experiencing with Markus moments ago.
“Now eat something.” Markus said in a gentle tone.
“No. I am not listening to you until you agree to take me along with you.” Kizy said, back to her protest mode.
Markus just kept looking silently at Kizy before sighing and walking towards the bed.
“Let me think this through.” Markus said at the end, making Kizy smile wide.
“That means you will take me along?” Kizy asked, her voice not hiding the excitement she felt.
“I will consider taking you along.” Markus said, stressing more on the word ‘Consider’.
“Yeah yeah, that’s the same.” Kizy said before walking happily towards the food tray, picking up her favourite chocolate milk first.
“God I was so d@mn hungry!” Kizy said after taking the very first sip of drink.
“And yet you were putting up all those antics to annoy me unnecessarily?” Markus questioned in shock.
“Shouldn’t you be scolding yourself for spouting false promises?” Kizy said, trying to divert Markus’s attention to avoid her own scolding.
“You… fine.. but don’t starve my baby like that again!” Markus said, trying to act tough and strict.
“That’s my baby as well. I know how to take care of myself and the baby!” Kizy retorted back.
And this way the couple reunited pretty well, bickering till they finally ended in each other’s arms, sleeping peacefully while calling it a day.
Next day Kizy woke up to an empty bed, but she could still feel the warmth on Markus’s side, which meant he had woken up moments ago.
She left the bedroom, ready to search for Markus when she found the butler.
“Where is Markus?” Kizy asked in a sleepy voice.
“The young master went to Master Andrew’s room. Should I go and call the young master?” Butler asked politely.
“No no. That’s not needed. I was just asking.” Kizy replied.
“Young madam.” Suddenly someone called Kizy from behind.
Kizy turned around, only to find the old chef carrying a glass of milk in his hands while walking in her direction.
“The young master had asked me to prepare this and give this to you as soon as you were awake.” The old chef said politely before passing the warm milk glass to Kizy.
“Has he ordered you anything else?” Kizy asked awkwardly, knowing full well that her yesterday’s act would have definitely made her overacting husband take some strict measures.
“Yes. He has given me a timetable of all the times when I am supposed to give you your meals.” The old chef said, a polite but helpless smile on his face.
He could still remember the words his young master had said.
‘No matter where Kizy is, it will be your responsibility to deliver her meals on time according to this timetable.
Even if she has locked herself in the room, you will have to climb over the wall and pass it to her. If she is at work, you will go and deliver it to her there as well.
In short, make sure she is never skipping her meal again. If my baby has low weight at birth time, I will punish you and make you work overtime. So make sure that my baby is well fed and will become healthy.’ Markus had warned in a serious voice, making the poor old chef feel like crying.
‘Young master, I already work at your house 24×7. What do you mean by making me work overtime?’ He had questioned his entire working life at that moment but “Yes young master. I will do as you tell.” Was the only thing he managed to utter.
“Do you mind briefing me over that timetable?” Kizy asked, scratching her head in embarrassment.