Married With Pilots
Take care of yourself

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Anthonino sits on the steering wheel of a Maybach. He was waiting for Keiko at the exit of the model agency building that contracted his wife from morning until the time crept almost near the afternoon, Anthonino tracked Keiko's whereabouts from the GPS on Keiko's phone. Actually he could have entered the building to meet his wife but given the skewed gossip that hit their household Anthonino better be patient waiting in the car. He did not want to further create chaos, it was enough since he got off the plane that people were looking at him with strange looks because of the scandal created by Lidya.

Given that Lidya felt like Anthonino's blood was roiling, he wanted to strangle the girl to death. Especially considering that the man who has not found Lidya until now, his anger is increasingly passionate.

Anthonino kept a close eye on every passerby in the place, not missing a single person who passed through the exit and hoping his wife would reveal her nose. Repeatedly he glanced at the circular watch on his left wrist, repeatedly hitting the wheel of his car to vent his inner rage. If the distance between New York and Moscow does not stretch far it feels very eager to drag Lidya with his own hands to make it easier for him to convince his wife.

Suddenly a crowd of news hunters were seen chasing the exit. Anthonino believes they're after Keiko. He immediately opened the door of his car, stepped foot by rushing and yelling among the news hunters who swarmed his wife, swiftly he clasped Keiko's shoulder to protect Keiko who continued to hide her face directly in Anthonino's chest.

“We will answer all the questions that colleagues ask. But not now. We will make an announcement soon to hold a press conference.” Anthonino spoke very calmly to the news-hunters and slowly walked away from the news-hunters who were confronted by Arima, Sarah and her cat. They both headed for the black Maybach parked not far from the building's exit.

After fitting a seat belt for his wife, Anthonino installed a seat belt for himself and slowly drove his car forward. In the back of their car, Arima followed the car driven by Anthonino. There was no conversation between the two as if they were two strangers who did not know each other.

Keiko glanced several times at her husband, his condition looking shabby. His hair was messy, his face looked tangled and the hollows in his eyes looked so deep. There was a glimmer of pity crawling Keiko's feelings when she saw her husband's state, her mind also screaming to shout that she missed Anthonino. But, on the other hand his heart refused because his brain had been contaminated by the photos circulating on the internet. She could not accept the fact that her husband had a romantic dinner and then made out with another woman.

“Down me here,” said Keiko breaking the silence that lay between them.

“We talk at home, okay.” Anthonino looked serious about his words.

“Let me down here.” Keiko repeated her words in a cold tone.

“We need to speak my love,” said Anthonino in a pleading tone.

Keiko swallowed her bitter-tasting saliva. “Stop the car or I jump,” threatens Keiko. His tone sounded earnest making Anthonino's guts conical, however Keiko was his weakness. He finally relented and slowly pulled over the car he was driving.

“Listen to me just this one time,” Anthonino said in a pleading tone.

Keiko let out a breath that felt so heavy, she wanted to talk to her husband but she also needed time to extinguish the blazing flames burning in her chest. Hiding his longing, pity, and sadness he looked at Anthonino with a proud expression of his chin slightly raised then calmly he said, “for now can you leave me alone? I need time to think, I want to calm down.”

Calm down? Can we not calm ourselves with my love? I'm afraid you're instigated by someone else if you're away from me.

Anthonino was completely incapable of imposing his will, let alone Keiko's misty-looking gaze of anger. His whole life can be said he has never been afraid of anything. But the helpless-looking innocent girl in front of him incarnated into fear within Anthonino. He is afraid of losing Keiko, he is afraid to face Keiko's anger.

Finally Anthonino reluctantly released Keiko's wrist which he held and opened the car door.

“My love.” Anthonino walked with Keiko who was walking so quietly regardless of his presence, he stepped towards a BMW that stopped just behind Maybach which was later by Anthonino. Turning on her husband was as if Anthonino was invisible air.

“My love, when are you ready to talk about our problems?” Anthonino has not given up. He continued to try to get certainty that his wife did not reject him.

Keiko did not care what Anthonino said, he opened the car door and stepped into the car driven by Arima, when the car door was about to close Anthonino held the door. “My love, give me certainty.”

Without turning to her husband Keiko replied, “you talk too much.”

Hearing Keiko's snuffling answer, Anthonino really couldn't force himself anymore. With a gentle gesture he grabbed Keiko's palm then tipped the tip of his wife's fingers. “Take care of yourself,” he said as he gently closed the car door.

Lelya who was standing on the other side of the car looked at Anthonino, as their gazes met Lelya squinted her eyes while nodding small as if beckoning Anthonino to let Keiko who was still in disarray.

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