My Love Journey's
Rejections

I went into the room and found Paul standing in front of the window. His shoulder field seemed so tense, as if he was bearing the weight of the entire world. He didn't move, I wasn't even sure he was aware of me.

I galloped up to him and stopped right behind him. His position has not changed one bit. Then I glanced at the back of his hand that was whitened from being tightly clenched. Very closely.

The results of the discussion with my mother this morning before I left Paul were not very promising. My father won't give up. I myself have no intention of licking my own words either. I meant it when I chose Paul. So, my mother and I agreed to ask Marissa for help, my aunt, to persuade my father. Until then, I want to enjoy the peace.

I had come to tell Paul that I needed time for myself. But now, after being right around her, I felt unable to convey my purpose. Because I'm the reason Paul looks so desperate.

I've hurt her.

With hesitation, I extended both hands hugging his hips, stuck his head on his back, and then closed my eyes. "I'm sorry." I whispered slowly, but still heard.

We held on to that position for a time that felt timeless before my voice re-echoed.

"My father asked me to leave you. He gave me a choice, you or my family." I tried to say it as lightly as possible even though my heart was broken.

Then I felt Paul cupping my hand and breaking out of my arms. He turned around, raising my chin with the tip of his fingers for our eyes to collide. Sadness was evident in both of his dark eyes.

"Is that what you want? Split with me?" paul asked with an expressionless face after a few seconds of silence.

"No."

I slowly felt the tightness on his shoulders melt as he hugged me, as if his weight was lifted just like that through a single word 'No.'

I know we still have a chance. There's still hope. Even though it is small, hope is hope.

Paul ducked down and lifted me up. I lowered my face to her neck as she led me to the bed, then sat down, leaving me on her lap.

"I'm sorry for my attitude and for everything I said. I shouldn't have spilled anger on you."

"I'm sorry for pushing you too." Paul replied, making me smile. "Are you okay?" tanyanya. Worry filled his voice.

"Of course not. How could I choose between my father and the man I love? I feel helpless. I don't want to lose any of you." I sighed, my fingers stroking her hair.

Pau grinning. "You love me?"

I cringe. "What kind of question is that?"

"Say it again."

"I love you, Paul." I replied sincerely, smiling at him.

"I'll never let you go, Bianka." Paul whispered softly before kissing me.

The kiss was slow and sensual. Our tongues moved as if they were a grand ballet dance while Paul pulled me closer to his chest, one of his hands holding my back and the other hand squeezing my butt. I started teasing her by moving the hips which made our kiss even hotter.

Then I found my hand had slid into my boyfriend's pants. But, Paul interjected, releasing my lips as soon as I managed to touch his wand.

"Love..." He took a heavy breath. "Maybe we should stop now. With everything in place." a subtle growl rumbled across his chest as I clutched his manhood.

"Let me cheer you up, honey." I whispered, flirtatiously slapping my tongue to his lips, then took out the heirloom that made me crazy.

"Vinka..." Paul groaned, his voice making me throb and hurriedly took off his underwear before sitting back on his lap. Wet and ready for combat.

I pushed Paul so he lay down, put our bodies together and let out a sigh. No words could be heard other than the pleasant voices of the two of us. I moved up and down quickly above Paul, both of my hands resting on his hard-muscled stomach.

Upon realizing the intense pressure that was about to explode in my stomach, Paul took over by urging me from below, making me scream while squeezing his chest. All over my body trembled violently while Paul groaned and squeezed my hips, releasing his hot passion within me.

Then, my body squeezed over Paul. The last thing I remember that night was Paul kissing my forehead while saying 'I love you, Love.' and I sank into dreamland with a satisfied smile.

...Paul Klug POVs....

That morning, a faint television sound was heard airing local music programs. It was the only sound that echoed in between our breaths.

Bianka and I lay down, hugging, enjoying each other's existence as if the world belonged to both of us. There's no drama. None of us intended to ruin that peace even with just one small gesture.

When she woke up, she explained everything that had happened in her father's study that day. Everything he said. I was quite surprised, although I could understand why his father was so angry with me. On our. And, for the first time I could not hope for more than this momentary peace.

However, knowing that my feelings don't clap one hand and Bianka also doesn't want to part with me makes me relieved.

The next day I left town to finish my pending work while Bianka also had to work. I used that time to think about my plan to persuade his father when he returned to Jakarta.

The night before leaving for Bianka city invited me to meet her aunt to talk about our problems. Marissa is a very kind, gentle, and thoughtful woman. He even apologized for his sister-in-law's attitude. He listened to my explanation patiently and calmly before promising to make his best efforts to help us.

But, the next day he delivered the bad news that I should have expected. Bianka's father won't accept our relationship. I could even hear Bianka's heart breaking into pieces as she told me this news over the phone. He lost his father for choosing me.

Trying to take responsibility for solving the problem, I asked Bianka's mother for help once again to arrange my meeting with her father without Bianka's knowledge. And today we met, three weeks after the drama began. Never once in my life have I felt this big.

"I don't think you came here to admire the floor. You want to talk, then talk" Daniel said.

He sat up straight, his legs crossed, his face flat, but his gaze drew sharp.

"Sir, thank you for meeting me today. I realized that I might be the last person you want to see right now..."

"Don't think yourself too important, young man." He cuts with a sour look.

I took a deep breath, while preparing the words to be thrown out. "Sir, I know you hate me so much now. And I understand because I myself am guilty." I began.

"I love your son with all my heart. Never once did I think I would meet a woman like Bianka. Our relationship wasn't easy from the beginning, but I promised I would do anything for him. You raised him so well, educated him so perfectly that his heart could bind me so tightly. She's a tough, great woman. I love him so much." I'm talking to him with eyes looking straight at Daniel.

"My mother always said that every parent wants the best for their child. I promise you, sir, that I will do my best to keep your son smiling. This is why I came here. I don't expect you to like me and accept me, but please don't throw him out of your life. Don't throw. He loves you and he really appreciates your opinion." Daniel watched me in silence, so I continued.

"Please, sir, don't be mad at him. You don't have to like me, and I won't force you. I came today to beg you, please don't cut the bond between you. Your relationship shouldn't be broken just because Bianka is with me. Those are two different things, so please don't throw him out of your life. Bianka is still depressed to this day and I can't stand to see her continue like that." I close with one heavy breath.

Daniel kept looking at me for a while without saying anything. He didn't move all along my speech. "Are you done?" ask her while leaning on the chair.

"Actually, not yet, sir. I've asked Bianka to be my wife again, but I need your blessing." I replied while taking out a small box from my jacket pocket.

I looked at the box for a moment before opening it with trembling hands. My heart warms just by imagining Bianka wearing a ring I've been preparing since I was in Germany. He was free to choose which ring to wear for our wedding. My grandmother's ring, or this one. Whatever.

I took a breath once more. "My goal here is to ask for your blessing in person. As you know, I want Bianka to be my wife again. I know it's not going to happen anytime soon, and again please don't break up your relationship because of my presence. Don't throw Bianka out of your life."

"Young man, you're nothing but a bully. You wasted time coming here. So, I'm asking you to get out of my house now."

"The sir..."

"Say away!"