My Love Journey's
Misunderstanding

...Author's POV....

"Paul, wake!!!" Anne shouted.

Paul flinched, sweat flooding his face and almost his entire upper body. His heart felt as if it was about to jump from his chest cavity and his breathing was wheezing. His gaze caught the figure of Bianka standing between his two legs. One hand squeezes Paul's shoulder while the other rubs his arm. It took a few seconds for Paul to realize that he had just been dreaming.

With one sudden jolt, he pulled Bianka's hand and looked for some kind of incision. When he found nothing, he immediately pulled his lover's body into the embrace, exhaling a sigh of relief as the scent he so longed for burst into his chest.

"It turned out to be just a dream," he murmured, looking even more relieved.

Gently, Bianka let go and looked at Paul, frowning. "You okay? You keep saying no while you're asleep and your breath gasps. What are you dreaming about?"

Paul did not reply, instead just looking at Bianka as if it was their first meeting, then pulling her for one more hug. Bianka calmly accepted the warmth.

"Paul's? You why?"

"I. I just..." Paul could not put words together. Everything that happened just now felt so real. Puddles of blood, Bianka's stiff body motionless on her arm. He thought that he had really lost Bianka. Paul leaned forward, his head resting on the shoulder of his lover, his hands still trembling on the woman's hips. "Can we be like this any minute?"

Bianka answered by tightening their embrace. No one spoke until Paul said, "You look lethargic."

Bianka. He broke out of Paul's arms and stood up. "That's none of your business." he snorted as he walked to the bed.

Paul moved and followed him, placing himself on the side of the bed while Bianka leaned back. He was about to apologize when Bianka spoke first. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you, my mood was bad."

"It's okay. It's just kind of surprising. I'd rather see you before today."

"It doesn't matter what you like, does it?" reply Bianka ketus. "You want to tell me about your dreams?" he asked, trying to change the subject. He looked up to look at Paul, but the man shook his head.

Bianka nodded, unwilling to force. "Your mother came here this morning. He went back to the apartment about an hour ago." he murmured.

"Oh, okay. Do you want to call your parents?"

"No, that's not necessary. I don't want to make them anxious. Anyway, the doctor said I can go home this afternoon."

"All right," sizzled Paul. "I'll pack things and drive you home."

"No, Paul." sergeant Bianka. "I can take care of myself. I'm not your responsibility and I don't need any pity from you at all. Call a taxi, go home. It's easy."

"Why are you so stubborn, anyway? I'll be stamped as a loser if I let you go home alone. Can you imagine what would have happened had Franda not been around when you passed out? You could've died!" Paul groaning.

Sometimes this woman is so annoying! I can't possibly leave it alone. Not for now. Think Paul.

"Look..."

"No, Bianka! Please use me as much as you please, but I won't take my eyes off you."

***

"Really, you don't have to do this, Paul. I'll be fine."

Bianka was sitting in the living room of Franda's house when Paul came to bring her medicine and forced her to swallow it in her presence. She felt ashamed. Paul treated him like a child, his attitude has been so since they left the hospital. He did not want to be impressed not knowing himself, but the treatment really made him uncomfortable. Moreover, Paul insisted he should not stay alone in his house for a while.

"Paul, at least give him time to breathe" said Anne, who was also present there.

"As if you have no intention of running away anymore." sizzled Bianka, whispering softly.

Too bad, the words grabbed Paul's ear. The man turned his head, turned Bianka with furrowed brows. "What did you say just now?" tanyanya, squinting.

Bianka took a breath, seemingly unwilling to argue with him. He needed rest to calm his mind and recover his strength. To be honest he was pretending to look good all day, maintaining a smile on his lips for people to stop asking him how he was. But, the theatrics are not that easy.

Bianka cupped her face with both hands, sighing once more. "I'm sorry for interrupting your time." He began, glancing at Franda who was sitting on the other side of the sofa before looking back at Paul. "We just stop all this pretense. I'm tired of bodo. You don't want to come back to me, I understand that. I totally get it. I'm not angry at you, Paul. But, please stop acting as an attentive lover. Your behavior is starting to get sick."

Franda and Anne started to look uneasy. The two stare at each other, wondering if they should give Paul and Bianka space to solve the problem.

"What are you talking about?" paul is confused.

"You're going back to Germany, right?" Bianka grunting. "I already know, thank you! But, no need to worry, I won't keep you here. Oh, why don't you do it sooner?"

Paul was flabbergasted, clearly he did not understand Bianka's intentions. "I never said I'd go back to Germany..." He was silent for a moment, sounding very surprised. Then his look turned flat. "Well, technically it is, but not forever. It's because I have to take care of the visa."

"Oh, right!" sahut Bianka, rolling eyes.

"I swear!" paul said, this time more honest and earnest.

"I told him that." They heard a voice from across, automatically the attention of the two led to Franda.

Guilt is on the face of the host. "I'm sorry, Bianka. It's my idea. I want to see how you react. I was hoping you'd fight harder if you knew Paul was coming back to Germany."

Paul and Bianka gaped in astonishment, their eyes widened.

"Oh!" That's Bianka's response.

"You did what?" grunts Paul with rage.

"I'm sorry. Really, I didn't mean to be evil or anything like that. I swear. If I knew you were pregnant, I wouldn't... L'm... God, I'm really terrible!"

Bianka realized she was crying when she felt her cheeks getting wet and her lips quivering, for a moment not knowing what to say. He doesn't know how to feel. His gaze was directed at Franda, whose eyes were also reddened. He did not doubt Franda's purpose in doing so, of course the woman had no evil purpose. And she would never blame her cousin's sister for the miscarriage that befell her.

Suddenly Bianka saw Paul standing up. He turned his head and saw the man standing in wrath, his entire countenance shrinking in anger with its jaws trembling. Automatically, Bianka came forward and stood before Paul, acting as a barrier between the man and her brother.

"He lost our son because you wanted to see his reaction?" grunts Paul cynical.

Bianka placed a hand on Paul's chest in order to calm him down. "Paul, don't blame Panda. I'm the only one responsible for this. I'm the one who's supposed to take care of myself."

"You're not..." Paul begins, bowing to Bianka.

"It has. Don't blame anyone else." urged Bianka, then turned his gaze to Franda. "I don't blame you, brother. Never will." he said with a faint smile, then looked back at Paul who looked as if the man had just sprouted a second head. "I want to rest, can you accompany me? Please, I'm completely out of energy."

"Lo..."

"Please, Paul. There's enough drama for today."

Paul scanned every corner of his lover's face before stabbing Bianka with his gaze. "All right." he muttered in the end, though very clearly dissatisfied with the outcome of the dispute just now.