I lost my voice to speak. What have I just seen?!
If I describe him with a detail, I guess it will not be enough. I was totally shocked after seeing his face. He was up to down looking like a 5 or 7 years old kid. Hilarious!
His mouth, his fingers, were smeared with chocolate. I can clearly see the silk chocolate splotches all over his face. Seems like his mouth ate less chocolate than his face and hands.
I extended my feet about some inches. The two things came from those chocolates and got caught mixed together on his face. Letting everything to see what was going on here. I didn't expect that the confirmation would be coming like this.
He was innocently standing there. His hands were locked behind his back. I am sure what was he hiding. He was looking at me, with each explanation on his eyes. I smiled. Letting him feel I will never shout over him if he silently wakes up from beside me, comes here without any sound, opens the refrigerator, and fetches some of the chocolates from here and eats. I was smiling over his reaction and face.
I came closer to him. He still hasn't spoken a word. Maybe he doesn't have any sense about how he was looking. I increase my hands and hold his hands to pull it out. He lets me. After getting his hand from his back, I saw half of his chocolate left on his hand with the aluminum paper wrapped over. And his hand was covered with it, too.
"I-" He tried to give an excuse, but I didn't let him. "It's okay, Modric. It's all yours. They gave all this to our wedding for you. You don't have to give me any explanation. Finish it, I am giving you some tissues papers." I went for it, leaving him with wonder and strange face. What was he hoping for?
I was feeling laughing. I wish I were his fan. I would tweet, 'Just faced Luka Modric, stealing desserts from his own house at midnight.' With his picture, chocolate all over his face and hands. He will get exposed so badly.
I came back with the tissue box and found him standing as before. "What happened? Eat. It's okay. I didn't mind. I don't love chocolates." I told him in a laughing voice to let him feel I took it as a funny way. It was true that I took it as fun. I saw him swallow the half chocolate within only two bites. I got the confirmation about his addiction to chocolates. I took it as a cute side of him.
I extended my hands with a tissue box and a glass of water. "Wipe is first, then clean it." I told him. And took the chocolate wrap from his hand. While he was wiping his mouth, I threw it on dustbin. Then he went to the washroom. I opened the refrigerator to see if sufficient chocolates left for him, or I will buy them tomorrow. But after opening the door, I found not a single piece of chocolate left here. What!
"I am sorry." I heard from behind. I turned back. "I-I will buy you some. I am sorry it was the last one. I-" "Are you serious, Modric? Why are you behaving like you're sorry about it? It was all for you. I told you I don't eat those. And I wanted to check if there is any, left. Or, I will buy you. And that's good, you ate all those. I was just shocked that you're eating it like a kid. And it's all right. Next time, be seated while eating. Doesn't your legs hurt?" I explained all things left inside me. I have no sense why he took all the things like that.
I saw him looking at me with the reaction of unexpected. I turned the light off and ushered him to get upstairs.
After getting on bed, I put his blanket over. "Sleep. It's let. And I can massage your legs if it's hurting." "NO. It's not. Thank you. You don't have to." He shouted out. I don't know why. I stroked his hair while he was sleeping. But I got up and massaged his legs. He needs his legs after a few weeks.
I was only thinking about two sides. First one, he loves things but has something to express. Second one, why can't he express?