I groaned and shifted to a much comfortable position. I nuzzle my head at the fluffy cushion as I felt a warm blanket on top of me
I then finally noticed it and immediately shot my body awake. I analyze every inch of the room and realize that this was the rest house
It was obvious that this was our shared bedroom. Seeing the broken head board behind me
"How did I get here?" I asked myself
"I brought your heavy butt here" Dylan said while, leaning against the door. He spoke to me as if I was a child
I took my pillow and threw it across his face. Despite it hitting exactly his head. He still had a serious expression
"Why are you like this?" he asked while deepening his frown then pick up the pillow I threw
"Because I am furious right now?" I stated
"Are you fast though?" he asked then threw the pillow back at me with much stronger force. It collided with my face with a blink of an eye
I groaned in pain then held the side of my cheek.
"Oi, are you ok?" he asked then got closer in concern but was punched in the face
"Ouch! Why did you do that brat!" he yelled and placed his hand on the side of his face
"Now we're even" I stated
"Even? You punched my face? How is that even!" he yelled and stared at me as if I was crazy which is true.
He was still on the ground in a state of shock. I didn't bother helping him and leave the shared bedroom and him on the floor
I realized that he made breakfast. He cooked homemade omelets for two people. I rolled my eyes then went to the fridge. I took two ice packs then added fresh ice from the fridge
I place one at my face. I heard his voice then he appeared at the kitchen. I approached him and gave him an ice pack
He was surprised at my actions but still accepted it and placed it on his now bruising face. We sat at the table and quietly ate our breakfast
"How did you find me exactly?" I asked and took a bite of my food
"I track down my car" Dylan said while he emphasizes the word car. He then showed his phone there was a car tracking GPS
I continued eating my food
~
Last night
Dylan has trouble on finding the troublesome woman who tied him up. The number one problem is he doesn't know what to do
"She took my car! How can I leave here?" he groaned to himself
He left the rest house and started running. He arrived at the nearest street. He saw a man with his motorcycle. He immediately approached him and tightly held his shoulder
"How much for the motorcycle?" Dylan asked with a hint of desperation in his words
"This is my priceless treasure that was given by my ancestors! Who do you think you ar-" the man said slightly offended
"1 million"
"Sold"
Both of them shook hands. The man gave Dylan the helmet as he started the engine. Set himself a journey to find his problematic wife
A few minutes the engine started to combust. He realized that it was out of gas. The motorcycle then gave up on itself
"Priceless? Huh? You mean old and useless" Dylan kicked the motorcycle in anger
He then dragged the useless machine to the nearby gas station. He filled the gas tank and continued his journey of searching for his wife
He opened his phone and tracked down the car. He arrived at the designated location where his car was park. He saw his car poorly parked in the side
He unmounted his motorcycle and took off the helmet on his head. He placed it on the side. He found his car but there was no sign of his wife anywhere
He noticed there was a small bench on the end of the walking bridge. He then followed it and saw her. She was sleeping soundly on the bench
He knelt down in front of her. He noticed that there were fresh streak of tears on her cheeks. It was obvious that she cried seeing her swollen eyes
He was thinking of scolding her for stealing his car but, he knew that would be a little cruel of him. Suddenly a strong gust of wind came across sending shivers.
He took his car keys that were held tightly on her hands. He gently carried her back to the car and placed her on the seat. He started driving back to the rest house
"This is the worst honeymoon ever" he mumbled to himself
While he was peacefully driving his car. He suddenly heard the person beside him talking
"I hate you Dylan Hawkins"
"So she hates me 24/7 even sleep talks about it" he sighed, looking at his wife sleeping figure. She looked very peaceful while her head swayed to the movement of the car
He arrived at the rest house and lay her down slowly on the bed
"I'm going to sleep in the couch. You might even punch me in the face while sleeping. I also want to secure my safety" Dylan said to his sleeping wife as if asking for permission
He carefully tucked her in with the warm blanket. He noticed her brown hair was a mess. He did what a good husband would do
He properly fixed her brown locks. A deep sigh escape from his lips
"You look less problematic when you are asleep"
~
Present
"What happened to your face?" Dylan asked
While I place an ice pack. I didn't reply and simply rolled my eyes.
He immediately went towards me and inspected the bruise in my face. His eyes was focused. I wanted to punch him again
"I accidentally hit a pole" I said and didn't break eye contact to be not suspected by him
"Well that would be a sight to see" he said
"What did you just say?"
"It's quite nice seeing little Ms. Perfect make a little mistake" I remembered that nickname clearly at the back of my head
"You knew about me back then?"