My Love Journey's
The Talk To Louis

From: Paul: Bianka, what happened?

From: Paul: Where are you?

From: Paul: Did you leave me?

Those kind of messages from Paul have been haunting me since last night. Instead of replying, I sent Louis a message.

To: Louis: Do you have time to come to my house tomorrow?

From: Louis: Yes, of course! Let me ask Lucy, who knows she's coming.

To: Louis: Lou, can you come by yourself, please? Lucy can come next time...

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The next day, I approached Louis in my living room with two glasses of tea and handed him a glass, then I threw my ass beside him.

"What about Russia?" tanyanya while sharing a gentle smile. "I saw a picture of you and Paul posing in front of a restaurant. That's cool, you know."

I let out a small, half-hearted laugh. "Yes... By the way, Louis, I'll talk straight to you about why I asked you to come here." Calmly, he waited for me to continue while stirring his tea. "I want you to leave Lucy and go back to the rehab center."

Both of Louis' eyes widened, of course he did not think that I would say something so rude. "What's? I'm..."

"Paul told me everything. More than I want to know. Did you know Lucy and her brother threatened Paul for money?" I'm not happy to say this, especially after seeing how happy Louis was with Lucy.

Facing this situation it felt as if I was opening a plaster on top of the wound. The sooner I do it, the less pain I receive, or that Louis receives.

"Your meeting and Lucy's at the rehab center, and her attempts to seduce you are part of her sinister plan. He used you as a tool to keep Paul away from me."

Louis lowered his head, while his shoulders weakened in despair. "He said he knew what he was doing, when he gave me the pill." Louis murmured softly. "She said it was the easiest way to stop taking narcotics, I'm slowly going to start staying away from drugs and..."

"What he always gives you is drugs, Louis..." I was silent for a moment. "He's not a doctor, he doesn't have permission to give you any medicine."

"I know" said Louis.

"Listen, Louis, I need you to get Lucy out of your life as soon as possible. I'll help you, tell me you need something." I murmured. "You can stay with me for a while, before returning to the rehabilitation center..."

He nodded weakly, still bowing his head, while I continued speaking. "I want my sister back to me, back to dad. You've been lost too long..."

"I'm sorry, I always get you guys in trouble, me..."

Louis' words were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing several times, followed by repeated impatient beats. I sighed and put my tea glass on the table. "Wait here, I'll be ahead for a while." I said as I stood up. He muttered something as I began to step towards the front door.

Maybe one of my neighbors needs something. It rarely happens, but it never does. Sometimes they would bother me with insignificant excuses like asking for rope, or borrowing a ladder.

I arrived at the door and turned the knob. My heart stopped beating when I saw Paul standing there. I froze like an idiot. "Paul's..."

He doesn't look happy at all. Then without asking or asking me, he burst into my house.

"No. I'm here, we need to talk." No doubt, Paul is angry with me.

With a huff, I combed my hair with fingers while shaking my head. "I'm enjoying my time with my brother right now. Maybe in a few hours..."

"I can wait. Do you have anything to eat? I haven't eaten anything since yesterday." He twisted his body then stepped towards the kitchen while grumbling.

I frowned and closed the door of the house, then hurriedly chased after him. "Paul, your mind is in a mess" I said, grabbing her wrist to stop her step, which made Paul turn to look at me. He looks so tired, I'm not sure he hasn't slept since the bath yesterday. "Please, go home and rest. Let me take care of my sister's problems first." I said as gently as I could.

"I don't want to lose you, Bianka." her snoring was fragile, as if one small push from me could destroy her.

I frowned. "Then, why did you break into my house like a man who doesn't know the rules?"

I realized my hand was still holding his arm, so as fast as lightning I let go of it. I gulped, looked into her washed eyes, making it difficult for me to concentrate my mind.

"Get out of my house, Paul" I said. "You only make things worse if you do something like this, I don't..."

"Paul, hey!" louis' voice echoed behind me.

"Paul turned his head, smiling over my shoulder. "Louis, how are you?"

"Of course happy... We won the World Cup. Oh, I still have a hard time believing it." Louis's steps were heard approaching us. I exhaled in frustration while massaging the base of my nose.

"It's amazing, right?" paul, look back at me.

"Paul is coming home" I muttered and turned to look at my sister.

"really?" he looked at Paul and I alternately.

"Louis, wait in the living room, I'll be right back after talking to Paul for a bit."

I breathed a sigh of relief for a moment as soon as Louis knew what I meant, he nodded. "Oh, okay, fine."

I was still looking at him as he returned to the living room, then right after he disappeared from the reach of my eyes, I turned my head to look at Paul with a sharp look. Before I could open my mouth or realize what was going on, Paul cupped my face and kissed me. Quickly, I retreated while pushing her body away from me.

"Vinka..."

"No, Paul. Get out of my house now. Can you be mature and a little more clever to do that?" my ketusku is cynical while folding both hands on the chest.

"Only if you promise to let me come tonight. We have to talk." he said.

"Don't think you can manipulate and threaten me. Get out of my house right now. We'll talk if I want to. I need time for myself. Please, go..."

I'm tired and tired of all this drama. All the mess that happened lately really made me lose my mind. I felt like my relationship with Paul was slowly changing me. Somehow, but I feel that I'm not the same Bianka anymore.

Paul softens. "I'm sorry. Please, forgive me.." he said in a soft tone as silk. "I want us to stay together. I really need you in my life, Bianka."

I didn't return the lines of his appeal. Instead, I stepped towards the door and opened it wide, soundlessly asking Paul out of my house.