I Hate My Bodyguard's

Episode 34

"Where are you Miss?" Ask the taxi driver to him, "Just walk sir, maybe to the nearest beach can?" chelsea replied, he was still upset and did not know where to go, the taxi driver was seen nodding "Well, Miss." he replied, indeed he often got passengers who were without a destination like this he thought.

"Drtts....Drtts...Drtts"

Chelsea's phone vibrated, he saw Mark kept calling him, Chelseapun re-inserted his phone to the bag, "I don't want to think" Chelsea's inner calm himself, trying to focus on enjoying the scenery along the way hoping his fatigue is gone, but his heart wound deepened.

"Drtts...Drttt...., again the phone vibrates but this time only vibrates twice the sign of incoming messages, Chelsea was curious maybe Mark explained something through the message, he also opened the notification, Merry appeared to message the picture, and, then opened two photos of Mark who was hugging Shinta, even seen to kiss her. "Hmm" he murmured, this time Mark was already unforgivable until his heart turned into a force, "Ah, let me be fine without Him" he said, while he was re-wiped again the tears, "We have arrived Miss," heard the taxi driver warn him, Chelseapun pay and go down.

Chelsea walked down the beach until she felt tired, she was sitting on the sand looking at the open ocean in front of her, the breeze was like comforting her, "Have it, I'm fine" he murmured softly, once he threw a small rock that kept coming back in the waves, Chelsea smiled bitterly, "I look like you, thrown and keep coming back" he said again to the rocks. It felt like his phone was shaking again and again, but Chelsea still ignored him.

#Flashback

Mark took off Shinta's arms and looked at her softly, "Thank you, it's been so faithfully waiting for me first," Shinta nodded, her eyes now beginning to sparkle, "Maybe Mark should indeed be forgiven," her inner voice as she continued to stare, "I forgive you, dear" Shinta replied softly, "I love Chelsea, we love each other, take care of yourself." Mark kissed Shinta's soft forehead, and left her.

Shinta just gawked, looking at Mark's departure to his car, before long the car disappeared from his sight, with Shinta's slow steps back into the hospital building "Wait for my revenge!" muttered furious.

Like a man of fidelity Mark drove his car fast, "Honey where are you! Please pick up my phone!" in a frustrated tone he continued to speak for himself hoping that Chelsea would pick up the phone but the result was nil.

After several times had stopped at every restaurant he passed finally Markpun decided to return home, "Well not hungry?" he murmured, knowing Chelsea never hold hunger especially when it was past lunch hour.

Upon arrival at the parking lot Mark immediately parked his car just like that and by rushing he entered looking around the room but again Chelsea did not meet him "He did not go home, where did He? looking for where," he thought, Paris was not a familiar place.

Mark with slow steps he walked to the front porch and paced there like a confused person, occasionally on the street wishing there was a car stop taking his wife home, "Honey come home, I beg you!!!!!" the writing was ordered by WA but again the message was ignored, "Arrrrrrg!" Mark squealed angrily, the phone continued to be looked at until finally feeling tired he was sitting on the porch chair.

It did not feel dark but Mark remained patient waiting there, before long the sound of the car stopped, he stood up to meet Chelsea who got off the taxi and tried to hug him but Chelsea brushed him off, his wife looked at him with a cold and empty look and understood Chelsea was still angry with the incident last afternoon, finally Markpun resignedly followed his wife from behind, "Honey, where have you been?" tanyanya ventured because even though Chelsea back his heart still feels worried, still no word said from the lips of his wife was even Chelsea behave like no one there, no one there, he rushed to the bathroom and was heard locking it from the inside.

Mark could only sit lethargic beside the bed as he kept racking his brain looking for a way to cheer up his little wife, before long Chelsea came out wearing his kimono, combing his hair for a while then going out the room again and continuing to ignore him, Mark peeked apparently Chelsea towards the kitchen, "Hmm, the Rubber Stomach is starving" Mark thought with a smile, smiling, then he took a shower and after finishing his wife who was cool eating a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk, without preparing anything for him, "The stomach is not filled huh? I wasn't made too, honey?" mark asked to try to melt the atmosphere but Chelsea still cool eating while playing his cellphone.

For a moment Mark could only gawk while trying to be patient, then he went back to his wife who was now seen lying staring at the ceiling of the room, "Speak," Mark asked as he lay beside him, chelsea got up again, carrying her pillows and blankets out of the room, "Hey! so, where do I wear the blanket?" reprimanding Mark teased, but Chelsea still passed by slamming the door to make Mark stroked the chest shortly Markpun back up to approach him.

Now seen Chelsea lying on the sofa, Mark was standing right in front of his wife's face.

Chelsea stared back at her husband, "The man is full of falsehood." Her inner gaze of hope really made her sick of even her presence was disturbing him, he really just wants to be alone, thought Chelsea while directly looking back at him.

"Say something, what should I do?" mark said again in a desperate tone, he laid down this time his face to the back of Chelsea, until his knee felt a tingling sensation because long Chelsea never ignored him.

Half an hour went by "Let me alone" Chelsea finally started saying, "No, before we talk" Mark replied unmoved, Chelsea knew how hard her husband if necessary until the morning would stay that way she thought, while she again did not want to discuss anything at that time, Chelseapun back up to leave her.

Finally Mark gave up sitting on the sofa because his knees felt tingling, where he saw Chelsea go again to the kitchen, apparently he was cooking, "Based on a rubber stomach!" he muttered, Mark no longer dared to go to him he turned on the TV as usual that thing was always his escape.

Half an hour passed and Mark looked back, seeing this time his wife was serving her homemade food there were two empty glasses and a bottle of Wine there, "Ah! She cooked for me" Mark was relieved, without hesitation Mark came over and sat down at the table, "Thank you" he said, continuing to eat the dishes on his plate, Chelseven seemed to come back to eat, he was greedy when it comes to eating.

Mark gasped at a glance when he saw Chelsea drink Wine where the diamond ring had been coiled in the ring finger of his left hand.

"The ring is pretty, the baby who wears it is not beautiful" Mark chirped to tease, but Chelsea only replied with a sharp gaze, "How does it feel to hug and kiss Shinta?" asked his wife in a flat tone, Mark immediately scrunched his forehead, Chelsea's question made him a little surprised, surprising from where Chelsea knew all that he thought, but quickly Mark could immediately neutralize his stubbornness, he said, with a shrug Mark answered casually, "Maybe it feels like you hugged your ex at Dad's?", Chelsea again mendelik felt unacceptable with the answer of her husband who compared her to the incident she hugged Frans who she thought could not be the same.

"You're forced to marry me? and feel trapped? why not just go back to her?" chelsea asked again, this time the look on his face was emotional, "I never said trapped, that's his own assumption" Mark replied in a tweet, "Honey, it's not what you think it is." mark looked at his wife seriously begging for world peace, but Chelsea still looked indifferent and rose to begin cleaning their former cutlery and continued washing it.

Markpun became impatient he got up to and hugged Chelsea from behind, he really felt can not stand if he had to continue to be ignored his wife like he thought, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, if you think about me and Shinta just now, "I'm still pissed!" chelsea answered while trying to remove Mark's hand from his waist but Mark still hugged her, "If not upset it was me who was dizzy," replied Mark, making Chelsea turn her head until her left cheek stuck to her husband's nose, "Thank you for loving me" Mark said again as he kissed the cheek, then he let go of his arms and sat back at the dinner table.

Mark poured his glass again with the rest of the Wine and then gulped it down.

Yuck! Yuck! Yuck.....

Chelsea suddenly vomited, suddenly making Mark panic again approached him, gently he massaged the nape of Chelsea, "You catch a cold Dear? where have you been!", "Take me off," Chelsea replied, taking off her grandson's gloves, leaving Mark to hunt her down.