Let it Rain | Orianna | Book1 | WLW

Chapter 6 " what does she looked "

 Sunshine is another reason to wake up each day, unearthing sense to my existence. The feeling of abyss tainted my heart ever since. All I see is dark, but then occasionally there are blurred images of them moving, but I wasn't able to see clearly.

"Good morning, Roman. Is Kacey around? " sound excited at the same time, slowly roaming in a dead labyrinth garden. Roman only watched her and kept his distance a half meter away.

"No, madame... never seen her as for the moment," he replied in a subtle and soft-spoken voice, tilting his head down.

"She's late, Roman," she said; she can't hide her resentment through the sound of her voice. Instead, she continues snapping some tiny twigs that she picks from a dead garden in front of her.

"Roman..." She said stopped walking reaching on Roman's arms, his abrupt response Roman hand held her while she's gently holding her with a gentle grip.

"Yes, madame... what is it? Is there something that bothers you? " he replied while she continued snapping those twigs she picked.

"I'm curious, what does she look like, Roman?" she said, blushing to him, even as she looked away, trying to hide it but too late.

"Uh... hmm... well," he clears his throat, almost smiling.

" Oh, you'd better you asked madame, well, she's gorgeously tall, not just a typical one." then he followed a hummed he is thinking more deeply for her to have an idea.

"And?" She instantly asked curiously; she can't hide her excitement about how she looks and her features.

"She has this luscious hazel eyes, I guess or maybe black one and the part with natural thick-curve eyelashes. Roman rigorously described it; he makes her more excited.

"Interesting woman, isn't she? Tell me more, Roman, she said, picking another twig and snapping little by little while she was listening to Roman, smiling and biting her lower lip while she continued listening.

"Um? What else, Roman? she listened, paying attention to every detail he said.

"Well, of course, she had well-toned muscles, and she's wearing a camisole with a sleeve tattoo on both arms, tribal tattoos, a cool chick," he said, clearing his throat; even he finds her desirable and sounds like he was.

"It's called a tank top, Roman; a camisole is for sleeping attire for women," she said.

"But a pretty damn babe, we got there, Roman, isn't she? " she added, a small smile escaping on her dull world.

"Well, pretty damn right, madame," copying her with a giggle on him.

"Since when are you very certain about women, Roman? You're already married, poking and teasing her butler.

"It is not that I'm married, madame, but it's not a reason that I'm not supposed to appreciate other women, eh? But I do; most men do. Women are exquisite. "He defended himself; that seemed to escalate.

"How did Nilde handle it when she heard it from you, hmm? " She said, provoking him.

"Most men always downgrade women, but not me," he said.

"Why is that Roman any rational reason behind it? Come humor me," she asked.

"I only have one madame," he replied, clasping his hands on his back.

"Men know women are better than them," he said.

"Continue... go on, I'm listening..." enabling him as she was willing to listen.

"Our creator created man first, and that makes him an outline or draft version, and women are our creator's precise original creation. A woman is worthy to bring life. A bringer of light, as they've said. But madame, to cut it short, men are trial and error; they built it for. Not to mention they are lonely, but another one of the reasons our creator made a woman was to make him not feel alone. To me, another reason why we men need women in our lives to make us smile, like with my wife, when I had her, he abjectly said, a tall man with his built saying those notions of him.