Best Defense

The no chance to talk.

I jumped down even before the car completely stopped perfectly, leaving Pritta who was trying to stop me. My heart was a little calm looking at the Porsche my husband had just driven away from the lobby. At least my husband must be in his office and I have to see him now before his anger grows.

I don't care anymore about the people who look at me in wonder. Of course they were astonished to see their boss's wife running with high heels like crazy while not long ago her husband passed by. With gasping breaths and trembling hands I pressed the elevator button repeatedly.

"Mam, please watch your step. You're pregnant." Oh, dearGod. I even forgot about my pregnancy.

Pritta held my half-strewn body. With a look of pity, he tried to calm me down. "Calm down, Mam. The master was just surprised."

"Yes," hissed. "Of course he was surprised. He only returned after more than a week of our separation, and I gave him the most horrible welcome."

I stroked my neck which was suddenly goosebumps. Imagining his anger that happened some time ago scared me to death. I don't know what will save me this time, Sean is really going to chop my body down. Oh, I hope that the news of my pregnancy can reduce her anger a little.

My hands were still trembling, waiting in front of the elevator that never opened. Unknowingly my finger squeezed out the dress I was wearing. I kept moving restlessly while Pritta was busy telling people who saw us to stay away. Shit, they must be happy to see my doormat.

After the elevator opened, I rushed straight inside, pressing the button impatiently. "Pritta, why is he here? Shouldn't it still be in Japan?" my many. Maybe he knows something. But he shook his head.

"I don't know, Mama. I'm just telling Dave that you fainted earlier." That girl looks just as scared as me. His face paled and his legs moved uneasily. I was more and more afraid that my husband would throw anger at the good girl. My mistake is obviously unforgivable and he has the right to be angry, but if he punishes others for my actions it would be more painful for me.

The elevator stopped on the 11th floor. The floor where my husband's room is. Then suddenly I was as if I was out of breath as I was about to open the door of my husband's room. I took a few steps back, intending to turn around and wait for him at home. Do not let others see our quarrel, let alone employees.

"You're not coming in, madam?" I turned to Selena, my husband's secretary who always looked charming. Even in a trouser suit that wraps around its slender body.

I could not answer, my husband's office door opened. I trembled again to see the man I loved standing not far from me. Face hardened. His eyes glistened looking intently at me. There was no longer a warm and gentle look from her eyes that were as blue as the ocean. "Sean," I hissed, almost whispering. It felt like I was scattering and hugging her, but my guts shrieked as she threw away her face and spoke to Selena.

"Take Dave into my room right now and don't let anyone in but him." he told Selena.

I squeezed my hand and swallowed. My handsome husband was really angry and did not respond to me in the least. He went straight in, slamming the door so hard that my heart almost jumped out. My body's squeezing. Lucky Pritta held me back again before I actually fell down. "Mam, are you okay?"

With the courage I forced, I opened the door and walked over to my husband sitting on his desk chair staring at the laptop screen. "Sean." I said in a trembling voice. I could feel my eyes watering, blurry looking at my husband who remained silent. My body suddenly cold.

"Sean.." call me again, this time my voice is louder but still vibrating. He was still silent, not wanting to take his face off from the laptop in front of him.

Until this morning I was still very sure that I was a dangerous ocean for him. I will be a huge vortex that prepares to drown itself at any moment. Sean won't be able to go against my torrent. He could only follow my stream while hoping that he would arrive at my ocean trough. I pulled him and he'll lose control. He would forget anything and scatter himself to me.

And now I suddenly feel nervous about my confidence. I squeezed the dress while waiting for her to raise her head and look at me. My high self-confidence evaporated as soon as I saw a look of anger that he was unable to cover. I knew he was holding back from yelling at me. His jaw hardened while his two fingers pressed the pen tightly until both fingers turned white.

With fingers squeezing each other in front of my chest, I closed my breath once more and took a few steps forward until I was right next to him. I can't wait to face her silence. If another woman were to escape from someone's anger, it wouldn't have happened to me. "Sean, I.." I haven't had time to finish my sentence, he turned his head and looked at me full of fire.

"What?" cold cetus. The lightning in his eyes seemed to pierce the heart until it pierced my heart. "You what, Franda? Do you want to say that you had fun with her while I was away?" I turned my head back and narrowed my eyes. My heart was beating quickly in response to his extremely unreasonable accusations. He could have accused me of being so cheap as if I were a cheap woman.

"What do you mean?" I said cynically, returning the glare of his sharp eyes.

He smiled grinning. He mocked me by shaking his hand right in front of my face. Sean turned around to back me, putting one of his hands into his pants pocket while the other hand punched his desk slowly over and over again. "Not to dodge, Franda. I saw you hugging your ex-husband. I don't know what will happen next if I don't come. Are you gonna kiss her?" he said while shaking his head.

Just as I opened my mouth to answer him, the sound of the door opening restrained my words. I turned to look at Dave who was galloping closer. "Dave, leave us a minute." Dave looked at us alternately, shortly after which he nodded and turned to leave us.

I closed my head, breathing again. I told myself to walk in front of him. I looked up, looking at the handsome face I missed this week. My husband is always handsome, even when angry like this he still looks handsome. "Can we talk about it?" I said in the end.

He grunts. The grin on the corner of his lips was back in sight. He still mocked me without intending to look at me. Trying again, my hand lifted to grab her face and force her to look at me. My husband, who I loved so much, made my heart ache with his rejection. She didn't care about my efforts to explain anything to her.

Sean grabbed a few maps from his desk, and passed away leaving me desperate. In an instant, the tears that I had been holding back had finally spilled. My body's shaking. Both of my hands were covering my face which was feeling very hot. There is nothing more painful than this. My husband dodged me and wouldn't hear anything from my mouth. He gave me no chance to talk at all.