Celina’s POV
“If you don’t want to talk, fine!” Jefferson said, and left his study room. He had the nerve to get mad and asked me if we had a problem that he didn’t know about? Why would he not know about it? I was so angry the whole time, especially when he didn’t call me the whole day as well.
In the past weeks, I have been feeling over the clouds because of the affection he was showing and showered me with. I feel like we were already getting into that married life that I dreamed about and I started to think about our future kids. Well, we always make love and it was natural that I got pregnant. None of us have used protection ever since either.
Him leaving the room like that made me feel cold. I was already used to him kissing me until we ended up making out or making love or fu*****, whatever it was called. Though the ending was the same, I felt loved and wanted. Catching my breath after a heated french kiss made me alive and excited about him coming home from work.
His calls that disturb me from working are a sense of breathing for me that I needed and wanted for me to feel motivated and think about more ideas. And he didn’t do that today! I was angry and didn’t feel like working anymore. His kisses that boosted me didn’t come and instead he was the one who was acting like that.
Is it wrong to get used to his calls? I didn’t ask him to do that but he did it without fail until today. What had he been doing the whole day that he had forgotten about it? Because I was no longer in the mood to continue working, I decided to turn off my drawing tablet but stayed in the study room until dinner.
He never came back after he left, so I guess he didn’t want to settle everything between us either, so why would I? He is the man, so he should be the one who talks to me first. I was still sulking when Susane knocked and told me that dinner was ready. I got up from my seat and went to the dining table.
Everything was set and I was waiting for Jefferson who was taking so long, “Did you call Jefferson already?” I asked Susane before she left after she put down the pitcher of water.
“He left about an hour ago,” she replied, and I was stunned. He left without telling me. Because of that, I eat a lot. I am going to show him that I am not affected by our current problems either. Why would I sulk here alone when he was out there, maybe with someone? I don’t care!
After I was done eating, I went to our bedroom and took a bath. It would be better if I went to sleep. I would never wait for him like on the night of our wedding day. I feel fresh and I should be able to get the sleep that I wanted. I will only need to stop thinking about him and I am sure that I am going to be in a dream land.
I don’t know what time it is, I just felt the bed sink slightly behind me, which means my husband has arrived and is ready to sleep. I didn’t bother looking his way because I was still sulking about his actions earlier and continued sleeping. I felt him hugging me but I didn’t shove him because I liked it. I am not a hypocrite and I will never act hard to get with him when he already takes what was his already many times over.
I feel light headed but still remember Jefferson hugged me, which made me go back to my sleep soundly. Even if I was still sulking, I still hoped that he was still at home when I woke up. But to my dismay, he isn’t. I sighed deeply and got up from bed and went to the bathroom. I remembered that I still had things to finish, so I had to have my breakfast already so I could start working.
We will be leaving tomorrow for Kenom and I didn’t want to leave projects undone. I don’t know what we will be doing there, so I might as well get over my obligations now.
After I had breakfast, I went to the study room and turned on my drawing tablet. I already saw the outcome of my design and I was sure that my client would definitely like it. The jewelry company that I had done a project with before our wedding had contacted me and wanted me to make a design for them. Because of that, I texted Jefferson, (even though I didn’t want to) and asked about the sample contract I brought in his office. I totally forgot to ask him about that. Silly, me!
Feeling happy, I started to work while waiting for his reply. I made myself busy and didn’t bother eating my lunch no matter how much Susane called me. I was engrossed with my work and didn’t hear anything other than the constant tapping of my stylus on the tablet. After, I didn’t know how long, I sighed and smiled happily after I finalized my design.
I sent the design to my client and got my phone. I usually put it in silent mode when I work, and I did not bother looking at it because I had a feeling that he wouldn’t be calling or texting me because of our little misunderstanding.
I have different email addresses for my clients and projects. I wonder who sent me an email on my personal email ad. Only a few people knew about it, like Daria, because I used it when we were exchanging some documents and files needed by the company while I was still working at the company. I open the file and anger is the last thing I want to feel, but because of the photos on my cell phone screen, I don’t think I can stop myself from feeling that way.
Jefferson was sitting on a chair in a cafe, I think, and there was a woman seated on his lap. Is that how thick my face was to show other people how they make out? My face hardened while my teeth were gritting. How dare he?