I woke up the next morning, groaning from a pounding headache. My hand instinctively went to my throbbing head, only to be met with a peculiar, prickling sensation.
I glanced down at my hand, bewildered by the sight of an intravenous drip attached to it. Questions flooded my mind as I wondered what had transpired the day before and how I had ended up in this perplexing state.
Confusion filled my mind as I tried to piece together the events of the previous day. The only memory that remained was Benjamin's kiss, a moment of pure intensity. But after that, everything faded into darkness, leaving me wondering if I had succumbed to unconsciousness.
I didn't spot Benjamin anywhere nearby, so I had a hunch that he might be in the living room. As I glanced at the drip, which still had some way to go, I couldn't help but grumble. Anything related to being sick or going to hospitals just didn't sit well with me. It's like an instinctive aversion, you know?
I sat up straight, my mind racing with thoughts as I tried to figure out my next move. Just then, Benjamin strolled into the room, and I couldn't help but do a double take. He looked completely different from his usual self. Instead of his usual serious work attire, he was wearing a black shirt and shorts, keeping it simple and casual. It was quite a departure from his usual style, but I have to admit, he looked surprisingly good in it.
He came over to my side and stood by the bed, his presence close and comforting. With a gentle touch, he cupped my face in his hands. But then, unexpectedly, he lightly tapped my head and teasingly said, "You need to learn how to breathe while kissing! Do I need to give you a lesson? You were practically gasping for air!"
I didn't expect his actions which made my face turned into a frown as I blurted out, "You kissed me without my permission, you jerk!" I couldn't help but raise my voice, trying to break free from his grip while also giving his chest a few light hits with my arms.
"Hold on, don't move too much. You might hurt yourself," he said gently, releasing his grip. "The doctor mentioned that you've been stressed and not eating well. Do you want to talk about what's been bothering you?" he asked, his concern evident in his voice.
I gave a slight nod before responding, "Nah, it's nothing. Don't worry about me, I'll be alright." I tried to reassure him, not wanting to burden him with my own troubles.
"Truth is, I'm concerned about your well-being, which is why I suggest you take a break from work and stay home. I can't bear the thought of my wife succumbing to stress. Consider it a period to indulge in activities of your choice, as long as they don't involve meeting other men," he stated with sincerity.
I couldn't believe my ears when Benjamin's words reached my heart. Despite his jerk-like behavior most of the time, there were moments when he showed that he actually cared. His unexpected offer to give me a break from work and also arrange for a doctor to treat me at home took me by surprise. It was a gesture I never expected from him. It made me question my perception of him and wonder if there was more to him than meets the eye.
I never thought our marriage would take this turn because I regretted the day I signed those papers. However, I'm starting to reconsider if it's worth giving a shot, though I'm not ready to make a final decision.
I sat in silence, not uttering a word, as Benjamin settled himself on the other side of the bed. He patiently waited with me as the drip slowly emptied, our shared silence filling the room.
When it was finally done, he gently offered his assistance, helping me stand as we carefully made our way to the living room. His patience and support spoke volumes, leaving me with mixed emotions and a sense of gratitude.
We made our way to my small dining table, where I noticed that the meal on the table was carefully arranged. I looked at Benjamin, puzzled by the situation. Then, he spoke up, saying, "I made breakfast. It may not be anything fancy, but it's homemade. Dig in before it gets colder. Remember, you don't have a microwave here."
I glanced at him in disbelief as he casually picked up his spoon and began eating. I never thought he knew how to cook. It's surprising to see this side of him because,if I were in his position, I probably wouldn't bother doing anything for myself anymore.
"Wait, so you actually used my kitchen?" I asked him, a mix of curiosity and amusement in my voice.
He lifted his head from the plate, his eyes meeting mine. "Where else was I supposed to cook, dummy" he said with a smirk. "the kitchen is small, but I made it work. I couldn't bear the thought of my wife going hungry. It would bring shame to my family name if anyone found out."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response. Seriously, he could have just said he didn't want me to starve. No need to bring his family name into it. Talk about being petty.
I dove into the meal, savoring the taste of the hearty soup. It wasn't fancy like restaurant food, but it was delicious and totally satisfying.
Breakfast was done and it was such a calm and relaxing morning. It felt amazing! I hurriedly took a shower and got dressed in my favorite jeans and a comfy shirt. I decided to rock a casual look for the day because Saturdays are all about that laid-back vibe.
As we left my apartment and headed towards his parents' house, I couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. Benjamin's advice about not being too friendly with his family weighed heavily on my mind, and it made my heart sink. I wondered what his family would be like and what awaited me there.