My Love Journey's
Leaving To Russia's

Now it must be about one in the morning as I lay in bed with my mind filled with different possibilities on the cause of Paul and Lucy's chat, which made him ignore me for the rest of the night, until now.

When he left for about two hours for sports around my father's residence, I spent time with my father, Louis, and Lucy in the living room. We watched a black and white movie following my father's request, because it was his favorite movie.

Then Louis and Lucy decided to go to the room first before Paul came home, leaving my father and me in the living room. We chatted lightly until Paul showed up. He said good night and happy birthday to my father once again, then he did the same to me. I didn't even get a good-night kiss from her.

I felt the broken bridge between Louis and I was getting back through and our relationship was slowly improving, but what was shaken now was my relationship with Paul. Or maybe it was just from my point of view because I was thinking too much?

I felt like I had just made a big mistake. Why is he trying to push me away?

I heard the creaking sound of my bedroom door opening behind me. Due to his strange demeanor, I didn't bother to turn around to greet him. Then the door of my room closed, and I heard the sound of her footsteps approaching me. I remained closed, waiting for the next move.

"Bianka?" Her voice was hoarse and soft, warmth flowing all over my body as soon as I heard her.

I held on to my position behind him. After all, I doubt I could see it even though I turned around because my room was so dark. "Yes?" whispered slowly.

"Can I sleep here?"

I'mtired. Real tired. I could have gotten up and sat down and asked her to tell me what she was talking about with Lucy, or I could have said 'No' in return for her sickening attitude. But what I did was the opposite of both. "Okay."

I exhaled a sigh of relief a few seconds later as Paul climbed into the bed and slipped under the blanket. I was just wearing her shorts and hoodie. Since Paul usually sleeps without clothes on, I wonder if he's doing that now. But I don't think he could have dared to risk my father's house.

"Can you take me to the airport tomorrow?" he asked after a moment of silence.

I opened my eyes, my chest felt narrowed. I really thought and hoped she would say something else, explain what happened and why she was being cold to me, but she wasn't.

"Yes" I replied slowly. I hate the distance between us. Not just physically, but emotionally as well because I know he must be hiding something from me right now.

I felt her move behind me, and I decided to ask her. "Paul.." I said start. She must know what I wanted to say, because she cut me off right away.

"Not now, Bianka." he muttered softly in a desperate tone. Slowly she pulled my hips closer to her.

I held the blanket firmly in front of my chest. "When then?" I sighed, realizing whatever they were talking about must be something serious if it changed her attitude towards me, and now she doesn't want to talk about it.

"Not now." he repeated, his hot breath hitting my nape. I felt his forehead coming into contact with the back of my head, he took a deep breath. "I'm definitely gonna miss you."

My heart was suddenly twisted, something said that he was not only talking about his departure to Russia, but more than that.

"Tell me what's going on, Paul." I whispered weakly, so he must have realized how important this matter was to me.

Paul kissed my neck at a glance. "Nothing happened, love."

"You know, you're not supposed to sleep here, someone might realize you're not in your room tomorrow morning and definitely check my room..."

I regretted and sinned for doing this secretly in my father's house, but there was nothing else we could do.

"I'll get up sooner and go back to my room, I just... Tomorrow I leave, I want to sleep with you, at least tonight."

Alu speechless. There's got to be another reason, and I hate that he didn't say anything about it.

"Paul, we haven't been okay since your attitude changed all of a sudden. Can't you trust me?"

He was silent for a moment. "Sleep, it's late. We have to get up early tomorrow. Good night, Bianka."

I wanted to show him the nature of the stone head I had and force him to tell me or say anything about his relationship with Lucy, but I knew Paul well. Once he says no, nothing will change. "Good night." I said in a tone of despair and frustration.

***

"Nobody missed?" ask Paul as I put my seatbelt in the driver's seat.

He's replying to an email on his phone. "No, I put it all in."

I drove the car slowly to the big road after we said goodbye to my father, Louis, and Lucy. I groped the connection cable that connected the phone and the music player in the car to play the playlist from my phone.

"They were my first love." I said with a smile. "In particular Chris Martin."

"And Ronaldo... Are there other men I don't know yet?" he said, in a seductive tone. He managed to raise my mood.

I laughed softly. "Nothing as far as I can think of now. What music do you like?"

"Whatever smells of Jazz and Reggae. R&B is also good." she replied, inserting the phone into the front pocket of her hoodie. I nodded, focusing on the front as we entered the highway. "By the way, Cristiano says you're sweet."

I flinched, almost slamming the steering wheel to stop. "Paul! You almost made me kill us both." I said hysterically, turning her head as fast as lightning to see a happy grin on the corner of her lips.

"Geez, haven't you seen social media lately?"

"No, I'm trying to get away from all the things that have to do with it."

He chuckles. "Remember the video I posted? Cristiano commented on that and said you were sweet."

"What?" pekiku hysterical. "I think I'm gonna faint now."

"Jesus, Bianka." Paul laughing. "You can meet him in Russia."

"Please, stop saying anything about Ronaldo. I'm worried about our safety." I exhaled nervously at the thought of meeting Ronaldo.

We were silent for a few minutes until I remembered the awkwardness before and asked again. "Paul, can you tell me now what really happened between you and Lucy?"

"There's nothing to worry about, love. I can handle that."

"Look, this is a serious matter. Why do you feel I don't have the right to know?"

He took a deep breath, calming down next to me. "I'll tell you when you meet me in Russia. Now is not the right time to talk about it."

"Will it ruin our relationship?"

"No." Paul replied quickly.

"Is there a possibility to go that way?"

"It can be."

***

Arriving at the airport, we did not care at all about the dozens of paparazzi that roamed around. I got out of the car to hug and kiss her. "Let me know as soon as you land." I muttered on his lips, my arms casually coiled around his neck.

"There's wifi on the jet, I can let you know whenever I want." He kissed me. "I wish you'd come with me now."

"We'll meet next week. You might die waiting that long." I said as I pulled back and smiled at him.

I'm still bothered by something he hasn't told me, but I'm ignoring it for now.

"I'll call you as soon as I get to the hotel, okay? It might have been night when I got there, but the time difference was only two hours. Russia is faster, of course." He took a step back to grab his suitcase.

"Mrs. Klug." Two men wearing black suits arrived near us.

"Please bring me my stuff, yeah." Paul handed one of the men his backpack and suitcase, which I guessed as his security guard.

They were silent and remained standing there, looking rather intimidating.

"Bianka?" Paul brought my attention back.

"Hm?"

He kissed me.