My husband, Doctor Adrian

Adrian

ADRIAN POV

No one can describe how much I miss him right now. Let alone a day. I wanted to find him when he got out of the house with a suitcase. Everyone in the world can say that I am a heartless husband. I can't say sweet words. I'm. No. gabe. Lt could. But what should I do if my own heart burns with the flames of jealousy? I don't want him to be unhappy. Really am. I was hurt when he always met the guy. The man I won't call his name.

Although we had been separated for weeks, I always looked at him when he slept. I always hear when he hums in the shower. I always loved the cooking, even if sometimes it wasn't very healthy. I like his body. I always have a way to get in touch. Uh. Her body. I could go crazy for it. I've been willing to do nothing for days to be in bed with her. Um.. But.. What kind of joke is that. My job is very important. I have a record. Not a single patient died on my operating table. There aren't. Sometimes things of humanity make me feel funny. The humans. So fragile. One small blockage in the heart and poof! Heart attack. And a moment later, if help comes too late, you know the answer. Deaths. And i'm.. I'm just a worker ant trying to fight that death.

Back to Lula. Why don't I look for him? I wanna. Really am. It's just that I want to make her happy. I don't want to make her cry. It's funny how strangers drive you crazy, more than your own parents you've known for decades. I would give anything for him. Whatever. Call it.

I was stupid to let him go for so long. Until I got late in my work. On the one hand I was relieved, because I didn't have to hurt her anymore by choosing my job over her. He may be more calm living alone. I was too. I don't need to see her sad because of me anymore.

I also hired a housekeeper who had been staying overnight since Lula's departure, because I couldn't do any homework.

Lula even returned the car, my gift on our wedding day. Now I see that car every morning in the garage. It reminds me of him. But that hasn't moved me to go to him. Real loser. I know his number. I know his office. I can easily find her presence. But I didn't do it. I will wait until he returns with his own will.

One night, Mom called me. He said he was on the road to my house. I who was sitting in my room was shocked. I told the excuses I made up, that I was busy and Lula hadn't come home yet. But Mom forced. He wants to see my house. With or without its inhabitants. Luckily, my working hours were over. I'm trying to get in touch with Lula. Not lifted. Sadness in my heart. It's appropriate that he won't pick up my phone.

I'm heading home soon. I thought of what words would be appropriate to say to Mother regarding Lula's absence.

Mother came alone to my house. He just arrived. He stared at Lula's car parked in my spacious garage.

"Mother." I said as soon as I got out of the car.

"Where's lula?"

I didn't answer. I just stared in the same direction as him, Lula's car.

"Let's go in, ma'am." take me. I tried as quietly as possible. I don't know what he'd do if he knew we were splitting up. Mother is someone who is wise, beyond the Father even. He never raised his voice. As for Father, he did not stop giving me physical punishment until I was seventeen.

I guided Mom into the house. The house I bought with my own efforts. I can live anywhere in the world thanks to my parents, but no one can match my own home. Especially when there is someone we love in it.

I tried to contact Lula once more, but it wasn't lifted. Mommy might see it. He who was sitting on the sofa seemed to be contacting someone.

"Where are you?" ask Mother. Definitely Lula. Aren't you?

"Lula.." said Mother again. My heart shrinks hearing his name. I hope Mom doesn't rebuke him for not picking up my phone. I hope you'll always be nice to her.

"Mother in your house. Are you all right?" said Mother again. I tried to sharpen my ears to hear his voice, but nothing. I was also relieved when I heard Mom being nice to her.

"Yes." Yeah." Mother glanced at me. Then silence, it was Lula's turn to speak.

"You sure? Adrian can take you there." I glanced at Mother, barely able to hide the feeling of happiness. Yeah, tell him I'll pick him up, Mom. To the end of the world though.

I looked at Mom who was looking back at me. I rise to my feet.

"So, where's Lula, Mom? I'll be.."

Mom flicked her hand at me.

"No need. He's gonna come in here by taxi."

I sit back.

Silent.

I know Mom knew we were fighting. I know he's trying not to ask a lot of questions that are now on his mind.

"OKAY. I want to go to the park, yes." said Mother while standing up.

"Emmm.. I'm with you, ma'am." I said tailing behind him.

We were both in the garden behind my house. There is a swimming pool here too. Lula usually wears it. This quiet house was getting quieter in his absence.

"Mom ate?" my many.

Mother nodded. I saw the clock in my hand. Eight thirty o'clock at night.

"Mom" call me. Mother looks. He fixed the position of the scarf that was draped on his arm. "I'm sorry." I said again. I don't know where to start. I know I let her down. I just smiled and patted my back. We spent some time in silence for a while, until we finally heard the sound of cars outside. We rushed out, and that's when I saw Lula. After seven long days.

He looks so charming, with my favorite color dress, dark blue. He looks skinny. Does he eat regularly? Or is it just eating unhealthy food? I refrained from hugging him.

"Mother.." she said. He greeted Mom and hugged her.

"Adrian.." he said as he stared at me. I speak a thousand languages. I'll stop him from getting out of this house. I'm not gonna let him go again.

Mom guided Lula in. Lula gave me two parcels that seemed like they were for me and for Mom. He gave it to Tina, my ART who was back and forth but is now staying overnight.

Tina brought us a drink sitting in the living room.

"So, try saying it to Mom. You split?" ask Mom like lightning in broad daylight.