My Love Journey's
The Marriage Couple Fight

I woke up hearing an alarm from my phone on the nightstand. I turned my head to look at Paul who was still sleeping next to me. He looks so peaceful in his sleep after last night letting me rest first while he's still doing something in his study.

Slowly, I inched down from the bed, grabbed the hairband from the top of the nightstand and tied my hair high. Then I take a step out of the room and into the kitchen. I drank a glass of water before I started preparing breakfast for Paul and I.

Today I decided to keep working because there was nothing strange about my body after yesterday's unexpected incident. I don't want to keep taking the day off, even if Dr. Grey said it doesn't matter if I get permission today.

While preparing a sandwich for Paul, he appeared and hugged me from behind. "Good morning, wife" she said, kissing my neck.

I smile. "Good morning, husband."

"How are you and my son doing in there?" He rubbed my stomach very gently and carefully as if afraid to hurt me.

"We're fine." I said. "I didn't get sick this morning, so..."

"really?" I nodded, then lifted the plate containing the sandwich and turned around. "Thank you, love." Paul kissed my lips.

We sat at the counter at the kitchen table and Paul started eating his breakfast while I picked an avocado to fill my stomach this morning. "What are your activities today?" I asked while splitting the avocado.

"Exercise." he replied. "And, meet my manager at lunch. You want to do something?"

I'm shaking. "I have to work." Suddenly Paul's expression looked surprised as if I was saying something strange. He put the sandwich on his plate and looked at me. "Why?" many wonder.

He cleared his throat, taking his eyes off me. "Uhm, love, can you stop working?" he said when he looked back at me. I frowned, had expected something like this to happen but had not expected it to be this fast. Paul was clearly aware of my dislike and he hurriedly continued. "Listen, I know you enjoy your work, but..."

"No, Paul." I'm afraid. "You don't know." My heart was filled with anger. "I don't want you to control me. You promised you wouldn't interfere with my work."

"Well, I'm sorry. But, this is for your own good. I don't want what happened yesterday to happen again. You don't know how scared I am to see you in such pain, Bianka."

"Paul's..."

"No, listen to me. Stay home, at least until you give birth, you can go back to work after that."

"But I'm gonna lose my job. The hospital won't allow me to take time off during pregnancy." I shuddered in disbelief looking at him. "Seven months, Paul. You think I can stay indoors for seven months? I'm going crazy!" my spray, raise your voice.

She flinched, not expecting me to be that angry. I've never been really mad at him, but it's about work. I won't let him keep me from working, not as long as I can.

"You won't lose anything, Bianka. I've spoken to the head nurse at the hospital and said you'll be on leave during pregnancy, and she agreed after I persuaded her" she said calmly, as if it was nothing.

I'm flabbergasted. "You...what?" Oh my God, I don't believe this! I felt my heart ready to jump that second as well. "Why are you selfish, Paul? You know how important this job is to me, I don't..."

"Is your job more important than your baby's safety?" This time, he sounded angry. His jaw gritted while both of his hands clenched on the table.

I challenged him. "Of course not. But that doesn't mean you have the right to interfere in my work. You won't even bother asking my opinion. Jesus, Paul..." I stood up, then stepped back into the room.

I don't want to make a scene in the morning. I know him, Paul wouldn't have calmed down if I kept up with his game. He needed to be left for a while until his rock-hard head softened slightly. For four years I've understood his habits when he's angry. Although I myself do not accept his attitude, but I know there is no point in arguing when we are both in an uncomfortable mental situation.

I spent twenty minutes soaking while trying to calm myself down. Imagining being cooped up in the house for months is enough to make me dizzy. I couldn't possibly calm down while waiting for Paul to come home like any other housewife. I'm used to working.

I understand what it means to ask me to stay home, really, I get it. But, this is not how. He could have asked me to be more careful instead of taking a unilateral decision that would have made me even more depressed.

I felt a little calmer after taking a shower, but then I was confused because I didn't know what to do. I stayed in the room for a few minutes until Paul showed up.

"Love.." call him, get close to the edge of the bed. I didn't respond. "I'm sorry. I think that's the best way to take care of you both."

He nodded and took a deep breath. "You can spend some time doing something else at home, Bianka" she said, still not understanding my point.

"What exactly can I do, hm? You know all this time it's just a job that can cheer me up a little bit when you have to get out of town. Now, tell me what can I do in this house?" He was silent like a fool, and I continued. "I don't mean to be whiny or spoiled, but you yourself know what it's like to stay home while you can do a lot of things out there."

"Love,"

"No, Paul. Don't 'Love' me! You know, I'm really mad at you right now. We haven't been married for a month and you've been managing my life. Sure, I understand your concern, but we can talk about it, right? Hasn't it always been so? Communication, Paul. The mouth is not just for eating, you can use it for talking." I stood up and grabbed the phone from the nightstand and was about to get out of the room, but she held my hand.

"All right, we're talking, okay?" he said in a pleading tone.

I grunt. "Free. You've already made your decision. There's nothing more to talk about." I took off her hand and left her.

I still heard him swearing in the room, clearly feeling frustrated in the face of my anger. It's not my fault he wanted it. Acting at will without considering my opinion.

I sat in the living room and called Valerie. "Bianka?" the answer is right after the first ringing ends.

"Hey, Val, are you busy?" my many.

"I'm off today, why?" the answer is, exactly as I need it.

I smile. "You having fun?" I said when suddenly an idea flashed through my head.

He chuckles. "I'm not sure spending time with pregnant women falls into the category of having fun." he continued.

"Oh, you don't know this pregnant woman yet." I replied, grinning. "Prepare. I'll pick you up." I turned off the phone after she answered 'Yes', and went back to the room to change clothes.

Paul was taking a shower when I got into the room and I used the opportunity to rush to change clothes and make it out before he was done. Her favorite Bugatti Chiron key from a drawer in the dressing room. I deliberately chose the car as an attempt at revenge because I knew he would be very angry if I realized I was carrying his favorite car. Who told you to piss me off?

"Miss?" I gasped when Pablo suddenly made a sound as I was about to get into the car. He looked at me with a suspicious look. "I'm sure Mr. Klug didn't let you get in that car." he accused.

I grinned. "Then, who do you think would be allowed to ride this car if his wife did not get an exception? You you?" ketus balaku.

He frowned, not expecting to get that satirical sentence from me. Sorry, Pablo, my mood is not good today.

I got in the car and drove out of the house to Valerie's apartment. "You'll see what I can do as a housewife, Paul. I'll make you sorry for disturbing my fun!" I said as I entered the parking area in front of Valerie's apartment building.

To: Valerie: I'm downstairs.

He replied a few seconds later.

From: Valerie: I'm coming!

"Alright, what are we going to do now?" the question was once inside the car. "I smell trouble here." He really knows me.

"Well, what's the point of having a rich husband if you can't enjoy life?" I replied, smiling while raising an eyebrow. "You ready?"

She laughs. "This is what I love about you, Bianka. You look as calm as a ripple on the surface of the lake, but you keep dangerous waves that are ready to roll anyone up."

"Include, Bianka Klug!"

We laughed and I started driving to one of our subscription nail care salons as the first destination for today's anger venting event.