My Love Journey's
Surprises!

I woke up with a severe pain hitting my head. Valerie's screams were still there beside me, and then I reached out to reach for the phone and see if there was a message from Paul. But there's no.

It was still morning my mind had gone haywire and drifted everywhere. The headaches I felt were mixed with worries and fears that were now back on the scene, plus memories of the Spanish model and our unquestionable communication were slowly cut off. Everything seemed to signal clearly that Paul and I could not work together to maintain our relationship.

I shuffled out of bed and went downstairs. A moment to notice the actual state of my house is not too messy as the contents of my mind at the moment, but I think a little bit of cleaning up must be very helpful to refresh the eternal in my head.

Arriving in the kitchen, I immediately made coffee and took it across the living room and stood in front of the window while looking at the street in front of my house. Today the weather outside is a little cloudy, which seems to support my mood which is also overcast.

After Valerie and Elliot helped me clean up the house and go home, I planned to stay home, relax while watching a movie with Frosty, and stay away from everything that kept my mind on Paul.

I really don't know what to do right now, or where nature is going to lead me forward. When he was in Spain, Paul was very open to me, making me feel that the feelings between us were getting stronger. For some time I believed that distance would not be possible to separate us.

But now, after four months had passed since his departure, I felt that his bond with me had been broken. Even more sadly, sometimes I think my presence on Paul's side is no different than Carmen or a row of sexy models that just warm the bed.

I didn't mean to humble myself or disbelieve in his promise, I was just trying to think realistically, to look at things from a different direction, and it wasn't impossible for my fears to come true. In fact, until now I still can not adapt to his glamorous life. I'm just an ordinary girl who refuses to believe the Cinderella story, even today, and maybe forever will be.

There are times when I sometimes wish I didn't love my job as a nurse so much, then maybe I can follow Paul wherever he goes and leave my whole life to him. But that's not me at all. I don't want to push myself and get caught up in a situation that I don't like myself.

"Hey,"

I jumped to hear a heavy voice from behind me, waking me up from the daydream. I turned my head and found Elliot standing on the edge of the sofa. "Hey. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes. Thank you." Thank you." He nodded his head, then took a small step closer to me. He was only wearing boxer shorts, which honestly somewhat disturbed the comfort of my eyes. "What about you?"

"Not really. It felt like my head was going to break." I said and then threw my eyes out of the house again.

Elliot chuckled softly. "I am too."

"In the kitchen there's coffee, if you want to make it yourself" I said before raising the glass and sipping my coffee.

"Thank you..." He moved forward until he stood beside me. "Bianka?"

"Hm?" Hesitating, I turned to face him.

I looked at Elliot's movements that looked nervous. He rubbed his nape while bowing his gaze for a moment before returning to look at me. "Maybe you already know it clearly, but I like you. I like you so much." she said start, and my heart immediately shrank.

The throbbing pain in my head dampened his voice, and also everything around us. Even the roar of my neighbor's car was now faintly heard stopping outside, though I wasn't sure if it was really my neighbor's car or not.

"Bianka?"

"What?" My voice sounded louder than I thought, almost snapping. Elliot's change in expression made me feel guilty. "sorry. My mind has been a little messed up lately due to personal issues to work and other matters... Actually my relationship with Paul is deteriorating, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you."

I shook my head, wanting to vanish from Elliot's face immediately but there was no way I could keep running away from him. Elliot should know his position.

"It's okay" he said gently. "You're an amazing woman, Bianka. I don't think Paul realizes how lucky he is to have you if your relationship is in trouble."

"thank you. I'm lucky to have it too." One sad laugh came out of my mouth, I hope Elliot didn't catch it. "May you be happy with last night's surprise."

Elliot remained silent. Then, instead of saying something to respond to my sentence, with one quick movement he actually moved his face, cupped my cheek and kissed me. My face immediately felt hot because of his sassy demeanor and I struggled to pull away while maintaining my coffee glass so as not to fall. As soon as it got away from him, I violently kept his hand away from me.

I snorted, staring intently at Elliot who was now nervous. "I'm sorry... I just. I can treat you better. I'll help you forget it, Bianka."

"I told you last night, Elliot. You're just a friend to me. I'm..." My words were cut off when the doorbell suddenly rang then followed by a loud and impatient knock. "Never hope for me." I snorted, then stepped into the door.

"Bianka, i..."

I opened the door, the glass in my hand nearly crashing from the shock of the sight I was witnessing. My heart stopped beating when I saw Paul standing at the door holding a red rose in his hand.

"P-Paul?" I said stammer.

Without saying anything, Paul thrust the lump into my hand violently and went into the house. "Who are you?" tanyanya rouse.

I hurriedly placed the flowers and glass on the small table and approached it. "Pauls. Please, no..."

Paul stood in a very threatening style a few steps away from Elliot who looked very frightened and physically smaller and weaker. I knew for a fact that Paul could easily hurt the skinny young man, and hoped that he would calm down and listen to me before letting his emotions take over.

"I just... Uhh, I want to make coffee." muttered Elliot stuttered.

"Omong empty. Who do you think you dare kiss my fiancee? Do you even know who I am?" paul said as he approached Elliot in a threatening gesture.

"It's just a misunderstanding, calm down." I said and stood in front of him. I raised my hand against his hardened jaw.

"Did you sleep together last night?" cetus Paul suddenly concluded, then he took a step back with a look of disdain at me. We met as I shook my head.

"What's? Of course not! This is Elliot, my friend at the hospital. We celebrated his birthday here last night." I muttered explaining. My heart was pounding more and more at the reddened face of Paul. I look back over my shoulder. "Elliot, go."

Elliot said, with hasty steps galloping into the kitchen, leaving Paul and me behind. "Why are you here?" ask me while folding both hands on the chest.

Paul grunted rudely. "I bring good news and want to surprise you. Why is she dressed like that, Bianka? why are you kissing?"

"We don't kiss. He kissed me and I backed off." I replied. "Elliot likes me, but he's just a friend to me. Thats all... Now, what good news do you have?"

I wanted to hug and kiss her, but Paul's fear of rejection evaporated even more.

Paul shook his head. "I want him out of here right now."

"Paul," my hissing as he frowned. "She just woke up and Valerie's still sleeping in my room. They'll help me clean up the mess here before I get home. Come on, please don't make the drama unimportant this morning."

"No. Tell him to leave now." Paul insisted, and I know for a fact he couldn't have softened so easily. "I'm serious, Bianka. He just kissed you! Oh my God, I don't want her around you anymore. Forever."

I understand how scared Paul would be if I found another guy while he was in Spain and couldn't do anything about it. I understand why she's being so protective right now, and I would do the same if I saw another woman kissing her.

I began to imagine how sick it was to find a woman sleeping in Paul's house, and watched her kiss him. Even if he refuses like I did with Elliot, I will still be angry.

"I can kick his ass with pleasure if you..."

"No need, Paul." I'm afraid. "I'll wake Valerie up and we'll clean up for a while before they get home." I tried to smile hoping that this would not cause any new problems in our relationship.

Paul looked at you for a while before he finally made a sound. "good. I, I gotta go."

With furrowed brows, I approached him. "Why? Wait a minute, we won't be long." I said with a smile again. "Or you can rest in my room. Aren't you tired? When did you arrive in Germany?"

"An hour ago." He cleared his throat, slowly taking a step back. "I need time to think. And please, tell him to leave as soon as possible, Bianka. If I could now."

"Yes, yeah. I'll tell Elliot." I said reassuringly. "There's no reason you're angry, I'm not..."

As if unwilling to listen to anything else, Paul turned around and began to step quickly towards the door. "No. Don't leave." I grabbed his wrist.

"I haven't slept at all. I deliberately went home and intended to surprise you, but instead I was surprised by the sight I was witnessing." Paul grunting. "I wasted a great opportunity in my career on you, Bianka. I did it because of you!"

"What's? Whatchu mean?"

She tucked her fingers against her hair violently and shook her head. "I came to tell you that we managed to cut my transfer window at Real Madrid. My contract is only until next month. My manager and lawyer..."

"What's? You serious?" Unknowingly, I took a step back from him. "You threw away your dream for me? Paul, I told you I don't want to be a hindrance to you. You're... Gosh..."

I really don't like this. Not once did I tell her not to put me first, but many times. I don't like the idea of him sacrificing his dreams to be with me. Of course, I understand what it means to do that, but I also know how much he loves football, and I don't want to destroy his hopes.

"I did it so we could be together, Bianka."

"No, Paul." I shook my head again. "Real Madrid is your only chance. I saw how happy you were playing with them. You're..."

"You'll never understand, Bianka! Look, let me know when you're alone. I'll be back later." He opened the door and stepped out.

"Paul.." called me slowly, and he turned his head. I went forward and hugged him tightly. "I'll tell you as soon as possible."

With hesitation, he hugged me back for a moment before finally actually leaving.