CHAP 4

"Where are you going?" Bjorn greeted me when I went out the room.

I was a little surprised because he seemed to be really waiting for me to come out. Over the course of a few weeks my body re-accustomed to his pain every time he got drunk.

I secretly watched him. Somehow I breathed a sigh of relief because he was not drunk. Because he's more violent when he's drunk, he doesn't really stop hurting me until I feel weak.

"At Ayesha. One of my friends I told you before on the phone," I stammered nervously.

Yes, in those four years I still manage to connect with him through text. Though he's always cursing me in reply.

I stiffened when he move forward and touch my face.

"Let's fvck before you leave," he said without hesitation as if the thing he was asking for was worthless.

My heart beat faster with nervousness especially when he stared into my eyes.

My throat went dry that I couldn't manage to speak.

He did not wait for my answer and leaned me against the wall.

"B-Bjorn," I said when he started kissing my neck.

"Did your guy licked you like this?" he asked and licked my neck down to my collarbone.

It was as if my heart was cut by what he said. Even though he did not openly say that I was still a slut in his eyes.

"B-Bjorn, I need to go," I calmly reasoned even though I was weak due to nervousness, sadness, and frustration.

He stopped moving and pulled his head away from my neck then slowly met my vision.

I got a strong slap from him.

I automatically grabbed the edge of my lip, keeping my gaze to the side as I bent down my head.

Don't fvckin cry Azaia. Don't ever again.

"That's all you can help me yet you have so many reasons! You are a real whore, Azaia! You are a worthless wife!" he shouted and walked away.

I bit my lower lip and slowly raised my head. I took a deep breath and gave it out. I fixed my messy hair and started to leave the place.

I'm strong. I am strong.

I mentally said to myself when I got in the car.

"MW building," I said to the driver and then he drove his car away.

A few minutes later, I finally reached my destination of course with the help of the driver. I paid and checked myself before stepping out in the car. I put a little powder on my face to hide the redness of the rest of it before entering the company.

I knocked three times before gently opening the door when I reached the office where Ayesha was staying. She smiled at me and hugged me sparingly when our eyes met.

"You want something?" she asked as I sat in the visitor's chair in front of his working table.

"Coffee," I simply answered and put my things on the side.

She asked his serving secretary to make us some coffee, which she quickly complied with.

She seems bothered by something so I called her attention.

"Earth to fragile Ayesha," I get her attention.

She automatically glared at me so I just smiled.

"So comeback?" I said next and sipped on the coffee I was holding.

I heard her sigh and played the pen that she's holding.

"Do you think I should give it a try?" she asked seriously.

I noticed the sudden frown on her forehead as she looked at me.

Err? What did I do?

"Aren't you trying already? What do you call about you're moves?" I answered her.

What are they doing? Playing? Tsk!

Instead of continuing the topic about them I inserted about her daughter Daeshaia.

I care for her daughter, not just because she's close to me but because I imagine my child at her.

In fact, they are both alike, my son and she do not know one of their parents. That's why I always remind Ayesha of her daughter's situation. The only difference between the two of us is that Daeshaia is always looking for her father while I have no idea if my son is also waiting to be with me.

She answered me with her what ifs and doubts. I can't blame her, like me she's been drugged. The only difference between us was I took a sex drug while she took a sleeping drug. So when she first arrived at our place in America, I already got close to her because even if everything turned upside down, we were once judged by our partners.

"Do you know why you are not progressing?" I said seriously after I heard her reasons.

I gave her a simple smile before looking back at the outside of his crystal wall.

"You tend to ask and ask and ask but you are afraid to know the answer. You are the one who is torturing yourself,  Ayesha. Whatever he does to prove himself to you, your brain will contradict and contradict that because you are a coward. You are a coward to be hurt, you are a coward to lose  again even though you really gambled. "I whispered softly and calmly so that she could fully understand.

"Daeshaia needs a father. Your daughter, Ayesha, has been waiting for years. Don't include her in your cowardice." I finished and kept looking outside while drinking the coffee I was holding.

Lucky you Ayesha. Daevon's trying to save your marriage, he's accepting everything even without knowing what really happened in the past.

In the middle of the silence her phone suddenly rang. When shr looked at it I knew her  child was calling.

I hope my son can call me too.

They talked and based on her face I knew, Daeshaia asking for her father again.

I was secretly shaken.

You should gamble Ayesha. Just bet, that's a sure win.

"I need to go. I have many things to do." I said goodbye when their conversation ended.

I can't last long because maybe something else ran through my husband's mind. My body was too tired to get beaten again.

It's funny to think that I'm still tired of the things I'm used to.

She looked up at me slowly. I smiled at her and tapped her shoulder.

"We're here Ayesha. No matter what happened, we are here" I sincerely said to gave her a little push.

I also repeated to her that Cassandra was coming next week and that she was already engaged to her boyfriend. As I expected it pissed her that Cassandra not making her feel better. 

Finally, I'll work again.

After bidding our goodbyes I walked towards the door to get out.

"Azaia" she called to me as I was about to walk out the door. I can sense seriousness in her voice.

That's why I frowned when I looked back at her.

From her serious face she suddenly smiled at me. No it's not just a smile, I felt warmth in it.

"We are here for you always remember that," she sincerely said like the way I did earlier.

I stiffened in my place.

She knew ..

I just smiled in my mind when my composition was restored.

Well, she's not Ayesha if she didn't have that strong gut feeling.

"I know" I answered sincerely then left the place.

Someday Ayesha. I, myself will approach you and Cassandra, for now let's just face our own silent battles.

I took the elevator and it was about to close when  a hand had stopped it .

I was even surprised to see who it was.

The mute guy!

Is destiny really playing tricks on me?

Why do our path always cross?

I also saw the little shock on his face when he saw me. He quickly compose himself and walked in.

I could see him peeking at the elevator buttons and pressing close before going to my side. I locked my eyes on the door when it closed.

Maybe he will  also went down to the ground floor since he did not hit another floor.

We just kept quiet as the elevator moved down.

Damn, Azaia. You probably don't expect a mute person to speak, do you?

I secretly directed my gaze to his reflection. I was a little surprised because our eyes met on the reflection so I quickly averted my gaze.

Is he checking me out?

Instead of looking at the reflection again, I just let my peripheral vision watch him.

He's wearing a formal suit.

You seem  rich.

I accidentally lost sight of his thing.

No subtitles Azaia!

My face warmed when I heard the man with me scoffed. Even if it wasn’t for me I felt it  was a warning so I quickly lowered my gaze.

Why is there a bulge there. My eyes are constantly glancing !

A few seconds later, the door opened. He led me out first. I was about to walk away when I suddenly heard a voice.

"It's nine inches Miss. Hope you sleep well later at night" a baritone voice echoed in my back, I can hint playfulness in his tone.

I stiffened and slowly turned around.

He gave me a sexy smirked before passing ahead of me.

He speaks.

He is not mute!

And what is that again?

Nine inches?

Damn! Was that still a manhood?

I groaned and slap myself.

"Ayesha you fvckin bitch. It's your fault so my brain became dirty" I whispered and continued walking towards the exit.

I immediately called  the taxing coming. In the distance I saw Mang Ramir's car.

Yeah, nothing's new.

I took a taxi and tiredly leaned back in my seat.

"Where to go Maam?" question of the driver.

"Nine inches, " I answered and shut my eyes.

I felt the driver not move so I opened my eyes again.

He  looks at me like I said an alien word and then it hits me.

FVCK.