My Love Journey's
After Explanation

I'm really lucky today my work hours aren't too long, so I can go home before midnight.

Paul's still in the hospital, I think he's been waiting for me to come home so we can go to his house together. I really didn't expect anything, all I wanted was to receive a little comfort while alone with him. Really, nothing more.

After changing my uniform, I walked out of the dressing room and immediately headed to Daniel's treatment room, I wanted to have a chat with him for a while before I met Paul.

I accepted Paul's offer to come to his house because there were some things we needed to talk about. I want him to know that the hatred I received from people because they were related to him is troubling me at the moment. Besides, I'm not too tomorrow either, just a few hours of afternoon class with Dr. Grey I have to follow. So, I don't think it's a problem if I stay at Paul's tonight.

I furrowed my brow in confusion, took a step as I approached Daniel's treatment room and found that some nurses were looking into the open room, laughing amusedly and whispering with a very clear enthusiastic look.

"Hey, what's up?" ask one of the nurses, before taking a glance into the room.

"Paul Klug! He's inside." One of them replied with a hysterical whisper.

I slowly passed them, stepped forward and looked inside. There Paul was sitting opposite Daniel in his wheelchair. He showed Daniel something on his phone, and the two laughed at that. I watched for a moment as Daniel began to tell Paul something, his little voice sounding very enthusiastic.

One of the nurses next to me took a picture of them with a camera phone and the flash was on, whether intentionally or not, I don't know. Paul turned his head, looking unhappy with their activities but saying nothing because Daniel was in excessive spirit mode.

Then he looked at me and smiled. "Hey, Bianka! Come here..."

Daniel turned his head with a beaming face and asked me to come closer with a gesture of his hand. "Yes, Miss. You may join."

I had heard some astonished murmurs from some of the nurses beside me before I stepped inside.

"Love, can you close the door?" Paul added, advancing his chin pointing towards the nurses who were barely drooling looking at him.

I'm nodding. "Yes," I murmured softly, ignoring the curious gazes of the nurses and then turned towards Paul and Daniel. "What are you guys doing?" I asked while sitting next to Daniel's wheelchair.

"I told Daniel that I spent about five minutes flirting with one of your colleagues to get him to show Daniel the treatment room." Paul explained, deliberately grinning at me. I felt like he was saying that he was doing this because I asked him to and I was happy to see him enjoying his time with Daniel.

I chuckled, "Oh, wow." I said, turning my face to Daniel. "Did he bother you?"

"No! We re-watched the Germany vs Colombia game" Daniel said with a glowing look.

I smiled at her small, adorable voice while realizing Paul was watching me. "good. Who won?"

"Of course we are!" he exclaimed, with the spirit of doing high-five with Paul.

"Ah, of course!" I nodded, then looked at Paul. "I'm done, we go home now? It's late, Daniel. I'm sure your mother wants you to go to bed now."

"I was able to stay up, you know." he murmured boasting to Paul who nodded in understanding. It was amazing watching them chat like this and I couldn't stop smiling.

"Bianka is like a granny, she'll go into the room as soon as the sun goes down" said Paul, giggling as Daniel curled up at me.

"really?" tanyanya.

"Oh, okay." Daniel nodded.

"It's good to talk to you, little man." murmured Paul as he ruffled Daniel's hair.

"Will you visit me again? I'm gonna ask my mom for permission, and we can play ball in the park near the hospital." He was back in spirit, making my heart break a little. At least, they can kick the ball a little bit, even though I know Daniel won't be able to play football anymore.

"of course. But I need to heal my feet first and make our country win at the World Cup." said Paul, patting Daniel on the shoulder.

I watched them saying goodbye to each other while wearing jackets. Before we actually left Daniel's treatment room, the two took photos together.

"You managed to get her spirits back," I murmured to Paul as we walked down the aisle of the hospital. Luckily, there were not too many officers there, so we were able to walk around leisurely without getting any extra attention.

"He's a good boy. I understand why you like him so much." Paul replied cheerfully with a smile.

I shortened my steps so I could compensate. "certain. Thank you for taking the time to see him."

"My pleasure." No matter where we walked at the moment, he surprised me by holding my hand.

I wanted to brush it off, but I don't think that's necessary. "How's your leg?" I asked as we approached the back door of the hospital.

"Not too good, love. This injury comes at the worst possible time. I should be flying to Russia tomorrow." she snored, squeezing my hand gently. "How about we lose before my leg heals?" he continued in a desperate tone.

"The German team is one of the best. You're not gonna miss a lot of games as long as you're actually on the break, you can get back on the field before the preliminary round starts." I tried to cheer him up, but I doubt it could help, especially since I don't really understand football.

He was silent for a while before surprising me with his response. "I think you're right." Oh, wow! I danced in my mind.

Then suddenly his phone rang. He looked for a moment but did not answer the call. "My manager called. I'm sure he'd like to discuss how our team goes because I'm unlikely to play for the next week." He opened the car door for me.

I thanked him and went inside. Paul came from the other door. "You can talk to him if you have to. I don't have a problem." I don't want him to ignore anyone else when I'm with me. Too many people have blasphemed me and thought I was just ruining his career.

"He wanted to make a press conference about my condition. Just order enough, no need to call."

I turned my eyes to Alfred, greeted him and chatted for a while before he closed the barrier in the car. Then suddenly Paul pulled me towards him.

"Paul.." I was surprised.

"Shhh..." He kissed me, rubbed my cheek with his thumb, then moved his hand to the back of my head.

"Not now" I said quietly, breaking away from him.

"Why?" he asked with a confused look. "Are you having a bad thing?"

I shook my head. "Can we talk about it at your house?"