My Love Journey's
The After The Sweet Propose.

"Mom, Bianka accepted my proposal!" She proudly said to her mother as soon as we got into the car.

My tears still welled up and occasionally dripped down from being too happy, then a soft laugh rang out from my mouth as Paul's mother screamed happily at the end of the phone call.

"He wants to talk to you." Paul looked at me with a big smile, stretched out his phone.

The spotlight sparkled as I turned the phone to my ear, watching me with a look of admiration and love that melted me.

"Welcome to The Klug, sweetheart!" paul's mother said with exaggerated vigor, from her voice I guessed she was crying happily. She didn't stop babbling and also thanked me for accepting her child.

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"I have to go in now, Paul." I said as I scraped amusedly on his lips.

"Wait a few more minutes, love." he muttered, his hand holding my nape so as not to move away from his face.

"Paul," I gently placed my palm on her hard chest, giving her a slight push to retreat. "I'll be late this way..."

He breathed, pulled his lips from me. "All right,"

I grabbed the bag from the back passenger seat, and before opening the door I said. "Don't forget to feed Frosty, okay?"

"Ready, Mistress." Paul chuckles. "Oh, I'm going to the jewelry store to shrink your ring, and then I'm going to practice. So, Alfred's gonna pick you up."

"I can take a taxi home" I said as I opened the car door.

"No, no." He shakes firmly. "I paid him to take me wherever I wanted, and now he works for you too. No rejection, you go home with Alfred and we'll order dinner from home."

"Okay, okay." I gave up. Then smiled in response to his words about 'home', which indicated as if the place was also mine.

I kissed her cheek once. "Be careful, yeah."

I went straight out and stepped into the hospital building, heading straight for the dressing room to put on the uniform. I met Travis on the way to the patient care room I had to check in on, we chatted for a while while walking.

Daniel was out of the hospital a few weeks ago, and I often miss him when my break comes. When he was treated here, I used that opportunity to encourage him. He was so young, it was unfortunate the accident that hit him had to get him stuck in a wheelchair, maybe his whole life. But I hope there is a miracle that will allow him to walk again so that he can realise his dream of becoming a footballer like Paul.

"Bians, uhm... I'm inviting you and Paul to dinner at my house next Saturday, Mary is excited to see you" Travis said with a smile.

"A good plan. I'm asking Paul tonight." I returned her smile, slowing down as I arrived in front of the treatment room. "I'm sure he agrees. I'll tell you later, okay?"

Travis nodded his head. "OKay! Good job."

"thank you. You too."

I stepped into the treatment room with a strong confidence, never before had I felt this excited while working. Paul and I have officially tied our relationship together, moving in a more serious direction, and I have a hard time understanding why I'm so crazy about him.

But then my happy feelings evaporated and my steps stopped as soon as I found Carmen lying on the patient's bed. From the change in the look on his face I'm sure he didn't expect to see me at this time either.

"Hello," I said, removing awkwardness and trying to be professional. I don't want to involve personal matters into the job.

I'm still a little upset considering she and Paul were in a situation related to sexual activity. In addition, he threatened Paul with using a video while they were having sex that he had secretly taken to earn some money. All of that made me want to scold her with harsh words.

"What are you doing here?" he asked unhappily as I checked his health information board.

I frowned, reading his health records once again to make sure my vision was not wrong. Carmen was admitted to the hospital because she thought she had a breast tumor.

"Dr. Grey asked me to check on you before he came." I cleared my throat and focused on him. "What do you feel?"

"My head hurts. Get me medicine." she said, reigning, as if she were a powerful queen.

I smiled at him. I believe that sometimes our kind and sincere attitude can change the way people look, even for women like Carmen. Then I left him for a while to take the medicine he needed and came back about two minutes later.

"Carmen, I'm sorry for trying to hurt you while in Russia." I said earnestly as soon as he swallowed the medicine.

His brows frowned while his expression looked doubtful looking at me. "Are you serious?" then, and then laugh.

"Yes, I'm serious. I'm not a typical rude woman who can attack someone, but I thought I was in a mess at that moment." I said, sighing for a moment. "Pardon my excessive actions and say you're a cheap woman. I'm really sorry I did that to you."

Carmen was watching me closely, making me even more uncomfortable.

"I should be the one apologizing," he snored, sounding honest. "Not you." He threw a glance while straightening his body.

The ferocious expression I had always seen on his face was now fading. Maybe it was because none of his friends were here to support him, so he had no reason to maintain his pride in front of me.

"It doesn't matter who should apologize. We're both guilty, and I'm just apologizing for my rude treatment of you." Carmen raised her eyes at me. "I'm sorry. Did you forgive me?"

"Yes, yeah. I'm sorry, too, because well, you must understand what I mean..."

"Yes." Yeah."

I smiled at him when I realized he was a bit agitated and unable to continue his words. He knows how big of a problem he throws at Paul and me, and I really appreciate his sincere intentions.

"I will prepare another medicine for you" I said, and he smiled after looking at me for a while.

"Paul! You definitely wouldn't believe me if I told you about the incident at the hospital this afternoon," I exclaimed excitedly, impatiently wanting to tell him about my accidental encounter with Carmen.

I entered a step further into the house and hurriedly took off the warm clothes and shoes I was wearing. "Paul?" call me again, but there's no answer.

I ducked down to Frosty who was walking up to me, then took him to the living room. Almost the whole room was dark, except for the living room, so I think Paul was there.

"Paul!" My lips curled high as soon as I found him sitting on the couch, leaning back behind me.

I approached her and hugged her neck from behind. Following my current happy mood, I kissed her cheek several times to attract her attention. "Hey, can you guess the unexpected incident at the hospital today?" I said repeat.

The feeling of happiness that filled my heart instantly evaporated upon seeing his shocking expression. He looked upset, angry, and helpless.

"Bianka, there's something we need to talk about."

Just like that, I know something must be wrong here. I galloped around the sofa and sat next to him. "What's wrong?" I was curious while watching her strange look.

I felt he deliberately avoided eye contact with me, his gaze down, staring at the table before us. He cleared his throat and propped his elbow to his knee.

"Paul?" I turned my body to face him, worries began to pervade my mind. "Tell me, what's wrong?"

"The public doesn't yet know this at all," he said starting in a low voice, "But tomorrow is bound to spread. The BBC has the greatest right to release the news, and everyone will go crazy for it..."

I don't understand what that means. However, even though my curiosity was so high as my anxiety also slowly rose, I chose to be patient waiting for him. Give him a chance to explain what's on his mind.

"Okay," I murmured softly, trying as much as possible to be patient and trying to understand each of his words.

"It's player transfer season.. oh, sorry, you don't understand that, do you?" he squeezed his hair in agitation, then looked at me with a gaze as if he knew the contents of my head at this moment.

Whatever the transfer of the player means, somehow I don't like the word 'transfer' he said.

"You know the club I'm playing at?" tanyanya while paying attention to the change in my expression.

"Yes.." I'm nervous.

"For now, I'm the best player in the world, which means a lot of big clubs want me to join them. With my current contract, there's an article about buying and selling players" he explained, but once he realized my confused look, he changed his tactics. "If Manchester City want Cristiano Ronaldo to sign for their club, they will have to pay whatever Cristiano costs in their Juventus contract. That means buying players. You gotit?"

"I think so," I said weakly. This is definitely not good news for our relationship.

"good. My contract price is about 250 million Euros, my management deliberately put the highest number to guarantee me to stay here. But, after I topped Fifa and beat Cristiano Ronaldo, there was a bigger offer..."

I was surprised to hear his words. I just knew the money he made could be that big just by cutting the ball. It's totally crazy and I've never thought that far.

"Oh," Like a fool, my ability to speak seems to just disappear.

"There's a very big opportunity and it's likely that I will play for a new club, Bianka."

I was silent for a moment, trying to get rid of my worries about a new club that might not be here. I mean, there are a lot of good football clubs in Germany, right? And, I don't think he needs to move to...

"Real Madrid wants me."

I felt my throat choking. "Real Madrid. it's in..."

"Madrid. Spain." he said, taking his eyes off me.

"You want to move to Spain?" ask me with a trembling voice. My heart was still tight to imagine that possibility. I'm not going to be able to deal with this right now, it feels like the happy moment between us just happened ten minutes ago, and now... Oh my God, what the hell is this?!

"It seems so," he said, then cupped his face with all his hands. Paul must be unhappy with this idea.

I understand what he feels now. He has to choose between me and his family and friends here, or his football career. I can feel how difficult it is for him to make a decision and I want the best for him, which means he has to accept a transfer offer to the best club in the world. Actually his career is quite good, but this is a big and rare opportunity that should not be missed. I know it.

I'm throats. "Uhm, I want to go to the bathroom for a while." I said, don't let him see me upset because he must be feeling guilty. It's for the sake of his career, and he doesn't have to feel guilty for disappointing me or anyone.

Just as I stood up and turned around about to step towards the bathroom, my tears rolled down my cheeks. Then Paul took my hand and stopped my steps. "Vinka..."

One trembling breath rang out from my mouth, I hurriedly rubbed my cheeks then took a few breaths to calm myself down.

"The events in Russia will not happen again. I know you're angry, and so are I. You don't have to hide and cry in the bathroom and act like everything's okay, I'm not gonna let you do that anymore." Paul turned my body to face him. "Sit down and tell me what you think about this. I need to know."

I slit my saliva, with a heavy heart forced to nod my head. I don't think Paul could have taken this opportunity for granted, it could have changed his career and made his life brighter, for this reason, he fought very hard to reach the top position as the best soccer player in the world. I care about her, about her dreams, but can I be selfish and say that I don't want her to leave me and live in a faraway place just to kick a fucking ball?

I sat back on the couch, facing Paul. "What do you think, love?" he urged me, I can't break his spirit and say my opinion honestly.

"I think it's good. You have a greater chance of showing your abilities." I muttered, trying to smile.

"I feel like a helpless pawn on the chessboard, Bianka" he said, leaning back and exhaling in despair. "I can't refuse that transfer. Sure, my management will do its best to make me happy, but..."

"But?" my question, swallow bitter saliva.

"I want to stay here with you. There's no way I'm turning down the offer and calling your name an excuse. Everyone will blame and hate you, but they have absolutely no idea how far along our relationship is, and..."

"Paul, hey, calm down." I said as I sighed. "Please, don't be like this."

I know he's frustrated with this. The distance between Germany and Spain is not very far, just two hours flight and you will arrive there, but I cannot fly every holiday to meet him.

"Paul, look, your work is more important..."

"I don't care which is more important right now, Bianka. That's not fair to you," she interrupted me. "Now, tell me what to do, I'm really crazy thinking about this."

I was silent for a moment before speaking. "I think you should be proud of this. Real Madrid.it's a big club, your name will shine there." I tried to convince Paul and myself.

"Indeed. It will be the biggest and most expensive transfer of players ever in the history of football in the world..." He shook his head in despair, then suddenly his expression darkened. "Bianka?"

"Yes?"

"If... uhm, if I were really officially playing with Real Madrid, would you come with me? You don't have to work, even though I know you want it... I can help you find a job there." A smile slowly surfaced on her lips, as if convinced she was offering something I could not refuse. But it made my heart hurt even more.

With a heavy heart, I shook my head. "I can't, Paul. I. No, I can't."

I really love her, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to leave all my hard work here to follow her and become a home-based woman sitting quietly waiting at home while she's outside. Until any moment, it won't happen to me.

"Why? I don't think wherever we are will matter as long as we can be together." she replied, not yet grasping my intentions.

"I'm still in college, and my relationship with Louis has just improved. I can't let my dad take care of it alone, Paul. They need me, which is why I am willing to return to Germany and leave my job in Indonesia. Sorry, I can't go with you."

Paul still doesn't seem to understand. For the umpteenth time, we were dealing with her lifestyle issues. I don't blame Paul for not being able to fit in with me, I can understand why our lives are different. Victoria Beckam goes wherever her husband goes, and Paul would have expected that to happen to us, but I still can't.

"You can go home whenever you want to see them, love. Or they could visit us once in a while." he muttered showing his stubbornness. "You can also continue your studies there, too,"

"My life is here in Germany. Please, understand." my voice began to tremble, hoping that he could understand me even though I knew it was impossible.

"I can't stay away from you, Bianka."

I'm speechless. I looked down at my lap and closed to hold back my tears. It's too hard for me to digest.

I haven't had a chance to say anything, Paul's back talking. "Alright, but we can have a long-distance relationship, right?" he muttered expectantly.

I shook my head in response to her sentence which was even more painful. To this day, there are actually a lot of rumors going around about our relationship, and I always try to ignore them.

If he moves to Spain and we have a long-distance relationship like he said, the problems that arise will be even bigger. I won't be able to live a quiet life while we can be sure that news about Paul with women in Spain is constantly popping up on all media platforms. That's an indisputable fact, and I've seen it many times.

I could only forget all the news while with him, and if he really moved to Spain, all the bad thoughts and suspicions would continue to take control of my mind. I couldn't possibly afford to live like that, so it felt free to give hope to our relationship. Paul and I can't be together.

Without realizing it, my cheeks were already wet with tears. With a broken heart, I shook my head violently. "No, Paul."

"Vinka..."

"Can't, I'm sorry." I said firmly. "I want to go to the bathroom."

I stood up, turned around and galloped towards the bathroom. I can still hear Paul swearing rudely on my way, but I don't care. I needed time to calm myself down and try to accept what God had planned for our relationship, but it didn't seem like something Paul and I expected would come true.