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 of love, 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 t.i.tillating pa.s.sion.

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, courts.h.i.+p, 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 s.h.i.+rt, 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 pa.s.sed 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.