My Love Journey's
It's done

"Where the fvck you've been?" I smiled cynically, continued to step into the room and let Paul grumble while following me. "I'm talking to you, Bianka! Where have you been?" repeat, half snarl.

"Sorry, Paul," I replied calmly. "I can't keep up with your will. I'm not a pet dog that's at all times subject to your orders."

I threw the bag onto the sofa inside the room and stuffed the car keys into the drawer in the locker room while Paul spoke. "Whatchu mean? I've been looking for you like crazy all day, you didn't even pick up the phone. What got into you, Bianka?" tanyanya was desperate.

"I'm tired. Can I take a shower for a second?" I said, grabbing the robe from inside the closet.

"No" she's. "You're not going anywhere until we finish this."

I exhaled a furious breath. The mood of my heart instantly deteriorated once I entered the house. It's a waste of time I spent hours with Valerie if Paul finally came back to harass me.

Stirred by his indecision, I threw my robe on the bed and folded my hands to his chest, ready to enter into a fierce debate that might not end quickly.

"Seriously, Paul?" I said cynically. "You really want us to fight? What makes you think that I'll obey your every command?"

"I want to talk, Bianka, not fight."

"Well, you speak in a tone as if you were waving a war flag. Is this what you want to happen in the early days of marriage?" My voice started shaking. "The house was filled by two men, Paul. You can't decide everything by yourself. You should involve me, at least for something related to me."

He looked down silent for a while, looking like he was thinking about my words. Noticing the guilt that flashed in his eyes as he glanced at me, I softened. I took a step closer to him and cupped his face. "I love you, Paul. I love and respect you as my husband, and I hope you do the same for me. Please, don't let me down with your attitude, okay?" I said gently as I rubbed her cheek with my thumb.

He nodded his head, pulling me into his arms. "I'm sorry, love. Really, I didn't mean to set you up, I thought it was the only thing I could do to take care of you." He kissed my head.

"It's okay. Just don't repeat it. Talk to me whenever you feel something is wrong with me, or at my attitude, instead of taking unilateral decisions that will eventually create misunderstandings. Don't pave the way for the little things you didn't realize could potentially destroy the trust between us." I inhaled her tantalizing scent. Always tempting. Then continue talking. "I want an equal marriage, Paul. There are no limits, there is no absolute rule that you have the right to decide everything. But trust me, I still know where I stand. I know what to do without you reminding me."

Thas right. I know my position as a wife. Of course, there are certain limitations that I can't break, but that doesn't mean Paul can decide something for my life. I still want to use myself to help others, continue what I have done so far to the end, until I really can no longer do anything.

I don't want my struggle to go to waste. I had too much time, energy, and money to finish school and get this job. This is my world, long before I met Paul. And, she was wrong if they thought I would give up on my dream after marrying her.

Paul nodded on my shoulder, then pulled away and looked me in the eye. "I love you, love. I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay. I forgive you." I said with a smile. "Have you eaten?" He shook his head, a feeling of guilt still implied on his face. "Well, I'll take a quick shower and make some food for you. How's it?"

Slowly his smile expanded and he chuckled. "Why do I feel like I'm being persuaded by my mother?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, let's just say I'm practicing motherhood." I said, winking, making her laughter echo more and more in the room. "Okay, big boy, mommy's gonna take a shower. Please don't make my room a mess. Your father can go berserk and punish you." I muttered jokingly while patting his head.

Laughing softly, I grabbed my robe back from the bed and then stepped into the bathroom. Tonight one problem is solved, another problem is already queuing up behind. Ready to attack at any time without warning, and I hope we can always finish well. Please, Lord, help us live this marriage well.

I came out of the bathroom and headed straight for the dressing room and put on my pajamas before going downstairs to prepare Paul's meal. I wasn't hungry because Valerie and I stopped by a French restaurant before we got home.

"Paul?" call me while looking around as soon as my feet step on the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes?"

I turned to his study where the door was left open. "What do you want for dinner?" my question is, leaning on the doorway.

He looked at me, smiling as he held the paper in each of his hands. "Anything is always good if you make it, love." she said flirtatiously winked.

I chuckle. "So cheesy." I turned around and continued to step into the kitchen.

After weighing for a while, I decided to make pasta because I didn't want to bother working while Paul only ate a little. Later he grumbled because his weight rose after two weeks off and there was no sweat draining activity other than on the bed. Yes, I know it sounds excessive, but for an athlete like him, proportional weight is important. It had an effect on his speed on the pitch, which meant his game could potentially decline if his weight went up, and it wasn't something good for his career.

"What did you do today, huh? Take my car away, and have fun without telling me? You know that's wrong, right?" ask her as I put a plate of pasta in front of her.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I need to do something to get back at you." I said indifferently, walking to the refrigerator and taking out two bottles of water for us.

He chuckles. "Basic vindictive."

"Well, I'm very angry because of your behavior. Oh, I also spent a few thousand Euros today, so don't be surprised if you see your bill swell."

Paul struggled to swallow his food and laughed. "Well, who am I marrying now? Where's the sexy fairy who hasn't used my money all this time?" goda.

I narrowed my eyes while smiling like a demon. "Love, Rapunzel, Sexy Fairy. I'm waiting until you call me Mak Lampir."

"Mr...what?" tanyanya's confused.

Oh, I forgot he's not Indonesian. Just futile. "Medusa." I said. "Mak Lampir is the same as Medusa."

His laughter grew louder and louder for a few seconds. "Oh my God, where might I call you by that nickname, love."

"We'll see."