My husband, Doctor Adrian

Adrian II

"Mom.." I rebuked Mom. Mom looked back at me. I just don't want him to scold Lula.

Hearing the word separate makes my heart hurt. I wonder if Lula feels the same way.

Lula just looked down. I who had been sitting far away from Lula stood up and sat down next to her. Our bodies covered in clothes touch each other.

"Sorry, Mom. It's all wrong." Lula said suddenly.

"My fault. I was wrong." I cut Lula's words.

Lula turned towards me with wide eyes. I returned his gaze relaxed. Do you think I'll let you plead guilty in front of Mom? Do you think I'm that cruel?

I am used to talking in front of my parents. Especially when I'm on trial like this.

Mom looks confused.

Lula lowered her face to the song. He's silent. I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. "We're trying to fix it" I said again.

"What's that, Lula?" said Mother. Lula nodded. Mother then got up and approached Lula. I'm afraid Mom will hurt him. But it turns out my guess was wrong. Mother raised both of her hands and wiped Lula's tears with both of her thumbs.

"Well then it looks like you guys should talk. Mom goes home first." she said as she walked towards the exit. Lula and I were about to stand up, but Mom prevented. "It's been.. Let Tina take Mom. The driver was waiting too. Lula, if there's any story with Mom, yeah. Take care of your health, both of you." We nodded.

"Mom.." call me.

Mother looks.

"Please don't say this to you" I said. I'm not afraid of the Father. I just don't want to worry you. The less people know about this, the better.

Mom nodded and walked out of the house.

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Silent.

A second later, Lula stood up.

"Thank you.." he said.

"For what?" I said trying to see the look on his face.

He shook his head slowly and began to walk towards the back of the house. I followed.

"Have you eaten?" tanyanya gently.

I'm satiated. He still wants to watch me.

"Yet" I replied.

"I'm masakin?" tanyakanya.

I'm nodding.

He walked into the kitchen. Tina followed. Me either. Lula turned around and said, "Tina.. Just rest."

"But, Mom.."

"There.." said Lula.

Tina looked at. I nodded at him, hinting him to follow Lula's orders. Tina's been working with us since the beginning of our marriage, even though it's only been ART this week.

Tina said goodbye to us and immediately went to her room.

"You want pasta?" asked Lula while opening the refrigerator.

"By." I replied.

Lula took out the ingredients and then threw her gaze at me. "You wait in the workspace." he said. I'm shaking. Lula looked astonished.

Lula focused on cooking while I focused on looking at her. I don't know how long I haven't looked at him like this. Very long I guess. We rarely spend time together, just passing by in the middle of our daily activities.

Lula suddenly turned around startling me and placed a plate filled with spaghetti bolognaise in front of me.

"You ain't eating?" my many.

"Emmm.." Lula looked confused looking for an excuse.

"Eat. Sit." I said. He picked up another plate and sat down in front of me.

We eat in silence. Only occasionally was it heard the clang of our cutlery hitting the plate slowly.

"It's so good." I said.

He just smiled. At the beginning of our marriage, he could not cook. Even so, I always eat the food, unless I'm too busy to eat. She seems to be trying to be a better wife. The longer, the better the cooking.

"Aren't you here at this hour?" my many.

"You too." he replied.

I chuckle softly.

Silent again.

"Where do you live?" ask again. Severer. What kind of husband am I. I can't imagine a husband doesn't know where his wife lives.

"Emmm.. Apartment." My heart hurts to hear it. Does he hate me so much that he leaves this house? I decided not to ask. I can find out for myself. I won't force him if he won't tell me.

He finished his meal. Me either. He took both our plates and washed them in the sink, behind me.

Lula put the plates in the closet. He turned his body and his gaze met mine. He looked surprised to see me staring at him. Or. could he be surprised to see me still here? I remember leaving him alone too often. We have not eaten together in months like that. Must be weird for him.

He walked towards the living room, avoiding my gaze which was already like an eagle ready to pounce on its prey. Don't get me wrong, I just keep staring at him because I haven't been able to do that in a long time. I only care about him. I want to know what's in his heart, his mind.

He plays his phone. Suddenly I realized. I got up and walked towards him. I pulled one elbow slowly and said, "Where are you going?"

"Go home." he said.

Be ill. It hurts to think I'm not where he came home.

"This is your home" I said. I looked at her face which was polished thin make-up. Her hair is always in blow-dry. All those things about him that's been a week away from me.

He looked me in the eye, then shook his head.

"Hawkins.."

I hugged him from the front.

"Don't." I whispered.

Lula tried to get herself out of my arms. I took his phone, tried to cancel his taxi order.

My hands stopped when I saw him. She cried. I'm at a loss for words. I advanced towards him one step, yet he retreated quickly.

"Okay, you can go to the apartment. But please, use your car." I said trying to calm him down.

He shook. He took back his phone that was hanging in my hand. I'm letting. He wiped his tears and took his bag which was on the living room sofa and then walked out of the house. And I can only be silent as a fool.

I was walking towards my room when the sound of a taxi was heard away from my house.

What the fuck was that? I thought after eating together, we were fine. But now he left me again.

I took my phone on the nightstand. I contacted one of my confidants who also worked for you. Name's Trey.

"Find me where Lula is." I said as soon as he picked up the phone. "Don't tell anyone about this. Especially Mr. Alexander." Trey just said yes and then I disconnected the phone. I can't wait to hear from Trey. Even so, I'm not sure if I should approach Lula. He looks so. Hates me.

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The next morning, I checked my phone. There was a message from Trey containing the name of the apartment where Lula lived and the floor and unit number. I rubbed my face rough. I decided to take a shower and go to the hospital that has been my office for the past five years.