Best Defense

Drunk

I'm still anxiously waiting for my husband who hasn't returned until now the clock has already pointed to the number ten in the night. My heart didn't calm down to think he was out in a state of turmoil. I've contacted him many times on my phone, but none of them are connected. My fear grew when an hour ago I called Dave to ask Sean where he was and he said he didn't know where Sean was.

I want to go out and look for it, but where? I did not know the places he would visit when he needed calm. I don't know that far, even though he's told me a lot about himself.

My puffy eyes stared sadly at the bed that was always comfortable when I was there with him, the bed that witnessed how strong the love between us was. I really cursed Nino's insolent attitude that just seemed to hug me earlier, and further cursed myself for being too stupid to let her into my study. I should have left him or talked to him outside. Oh, my God, what am I supposed to do now?

I grabbed the phone from the nightstand to try to reach him once more. Shit, my call's still not connected.

"Sean, where are you?" I said desperate. I sat on the side of the bed, sobbing softly. This is really driving me crazy. If only I hadn't gotten pregnant, maybe I would have been at the club with Denise or Mia by now. Spend the night unconscious and wake up and continue to lament my stupidity tomorrow morning.

If in my first marriage it was always the husband who made trouble, why is it now reversed. I always cause quarrels between us and make a husband who loves me so much continue to hurt. It was impossible to defend myself and say I was innocent while I led her into my room. Sean won't listen to that. Yeah, I used to act the same way.

Until almost midnight I was still awake. Pacing around the room, hearing signs of my husband's presence. Oh, my God.. Can I faint right now? Too many wild thoughts popping up in my head. In the end I was weak, curled up on the lazy sofa inside the room while hugging the pillow.

I don't know when I fell asleep until I faintly heard the sound of the door opening. My body trembled to see my husband stagger, he was drunk. I slowly approached and grabbed her body to lean on me. "Hey, you look beautiful Mrs. Warner." he said with a smile. The pungent smell of alcohol made me rewind my head slightly. I closed my eyes and gulped to hold back the nausea that was attacking my stomach.

"Yes. And you look so drunk, Samson." I said, struggling to hold his large body from falling. "Come on, big guy!" I guided him with all my might until he landed on the edge of the bed.

I cried to see my husband so broken. I just broke her tender and loving heart. For the second time she cried because of me. Sobbing, I took off her shoes and clothes and galloped to the bathroom to get some warm water. When I returned, he was already lying on his back on the floor with his mouth grumbling indistinctly.

While I was wiping her body, she teased me by holding and rubbing my cheek with her thumb. "Patience for a moment, I have to clean your body" I said gently. My feet stepped onto the walk in closet to pick up her clothes and two thick blankets from the closet and then back at her.

After she finished putting her clothes on, I developed two thick blankets for our bedding. I chose to accompany him to sleep downstairs because there was no way I could lift his large body with my thin body. Sweat drenched my face as I struggled to shift her body onto the pile of blankets until her skin completely did not touch the floor. I don't want him to wake up tomorrow with a bloated stomach from a cold.

Before lying down, one hand pulled another blanket from the bed and covered both of us. My messed up husband started to calm down in his sleep. My eyes looked at him sadly and felt guilty. She didn't deserve to feel the pain I felt when Nino betrayed me, her heart was too soft and fragile. Somehow I have to deal with it tomorrow, which is clear at the moment I am grateful he came home. Hugging it like this was enough to let go of the longing I had endured for this week.

I woke up and found my always handsome husband still slumbering beside me. The corner of my lips lifted when I saw one of his hands hit my stomach. There is happiness in my heart. Just now I was moving about wanting to kiss her, suddenly my stomach was nauseated unbearably. As fast as lightning I got up to the bathroom and vomited my bowels out. Not many come out because since yesterday afternoon I haven't eaten anything. Only the leftover oatmeal dregs of breakfast that Miss Diana made yesterday were visible.

Gently, I came out of the bathroom with one hand gently rubbing my stomach while the other side of my hand squeezed gently on my nape. I left my sleeping husband on the floor while I galloped out of the room.

I felt a strand of my hair as I tied it up high with rubber. My feet crept down through the stairs. After stepping on the ground floor of my granite house, my eyes immediately caught a faithful middle-aged woman accompanying our family these few years. Who else if not Miss Diana, the Flirtatious Widow. He was seen relaxing putting his gaze in front of the television screen while his legs were folded on the sofa.

I slowly approached her and let out a distinctive hoarse sound of waking up. "Miss, please prepare some meat soup for breakfast." I said then walked towards the kitchen to look for something that could prop up my hungry stomach.

Miss Diana bent her lips before replying. "Since when have you wanted meat for breakfast, ma'am?" protest while curling me.

My hand grabbed the apple from the top of the mini bar and bit off one big bite. "Since today." I replied lazily as I chewed an apple. No one knows about my pregnancy except Denise and Pritta. Since coming home yesterday I only met Ben for a while and immediately locked myself up until my husband came home.

I also haven't contacted Mom and Mia who have been in the house for almost a month with Edward. I want to stay there for a while to take care of Ed who still survives his loneliness despite his age almost entering the number 40. My brother loved his job so much that he didn't have time to find a lover.

I went back to my room after finishing my apples. At first I wanted to see Ben, but I didn't see the clock still showing the number six past twenty-five minutes. The kid must still be asleep.

My blood rippled at the sight of a man curled up hugging a blanket on the floor of my room. The man I loved so much, I admired, and desired was peacefully asleep. I hugged my knees next to him. Next to my hand slipped to wipe the stomach that holds the fruit of our love both. The corner of my lips curved beautifully imagining how the days would pass after we made up later.

Sean will hang on with me. Whatever happens, my husband will not give up easily. If he wasn't the guy who loved me, he might have left me and not been home since yesterday. But he's here right now, asleep in front of me. I really don't take it wrong to accept him as a husband. Because if I'm wrong, I will definitely get a monster pretending to be my husband.

I lifted my face and stared at our wedding photo hanging against the wall above the headboard. I remember and frankly, I promised Sean I wouldn't see Nino alone. But what I did was instead, I let her in and hugged me right in front of my husband's eyes.

"Oh my God, Sean. I'm sorry."