My Love Journey's
A chance's.

"Love."

My body froze. I know that deep, hoarse voice. I've known him for years. Please, not him. Please, God, don't...

I turned around and my gaze collided with his pair of dark eyes. Oh, no, it's really him! Suddenly everyone in the room disappeared, I felt as if I was sucked into a very deep hole and locked in a room with him. I only saw his eyes, his face, his smile, and his whole body. The voice I heard was just my heartbeat and his breathing even though he was quite far away from me. This must be a dream.

"Bianka," he said, with the same tone, the same tenderness, as he had when he called out to me. "Happy birthday, Love."

I wanted to hug her, sink into her, but suddenly my whole body stiffened to the point of remembering the day she was angry, humbled, and pushed me away from her life and just disappeared. My chin trembled while I clenched both hands tightly.

"Who let you into this house?" my snort was sharp, holding back my tears from spilling.

"Love," He stepped up to approach me.

"Stop!" I snapped, taking my eyes off her. I tried to control the anger in my chest by taking a breath and closing my eyes. "Don't try to get close."

"Can we talk?" he was gentle, so very gentle that I felt drawn into him.

I snorted in disgust. "Nothing I want to talk to you about." I looked at Melissa. "Thank you for preparing today, but I'm sorry I can't linger. I'll stop by next time." I said, then rushed across the room and out.

I could hear her footsteps chasing me and I kept running, taking steps as long and as fast as I could until she got into the elevator and got off right before she reached the elevator door. I leaned my back and I closed my eyes while breathing. Fu¢k!

What's he doing here, and how does he know the Panda house? Of course my father did that. My dad always said that something forced Paul to leave me, but he didn't want to say it. At first, I tried to believe it, but the longer it felt more stifling because Paul never showed any signs of coming back to me. Then now, after three years of disappearing and enjoying life quietly while I spent every second wondering, he came up with a smile as if nothing had happened. What the fu¢k!

When the elevator finally stopped and the door opened, I immediately ran out towards the parking area. I almost reached the car when someone pulled my arm.

"You can't run from me."

Damnit damnit! I turned around, gritting my jaw while breaking away from him. "Let me go, you fu¢king asshol€!" I said screaming, still rebelling.

He laughed like a demon, making me sure he had lost his sanity. "I won't let you go until we speak. I don't bite. There's no need to be afraid, Rapunzel." He forcibly pulled me to a stop in front of a car, opened the door and pushed me inside, then followed from the driver's door.

"I'm not Rapunzel!" I grimaced and grimaced as I felt the pain of his grip on my arm. "Why are you doing this to me? What do you want?" I felt my face heat up and my eyes begin to get wet. The last time he acted this harshly was a moment before he left me. Three years ago.

He turned his head at a glance, turning on the car's engine, but there was no sign of driving. "I just want to talk to you, Bianka. Spoke. I won't hurt you if you obey. Be a good girl." He leaned his head back while I threw a look out through the window by my side.

I gulped and tried not to see it. I will not give up easily after what he did to me even though it was far, deep down in my heart, I had already lost the moment I heard his voice. And, I'm sure he knows that, too.

None of us made a sound until the silence was gripping. I didn't want to say anything, at least until I heard something sensible from him, like the reason he disappeared as if someone had buried him to the bottom of the earth.

"Bianka," he said in a slower tone. "Many things I want to tell you. But, first of all, I'm sorry for hurting you." He's cleared his throat. "Damn! Will you come with me? Just sec. Please."

I grunt. "No. I've forgiven you if that's the case, '" I refused. "Say whatever you want to say. And, we don't have to see each other again."

He exhaled, sounding desperate. "Please, Bianka. My mother is here too. He really wanted to meet you." he murmured in frustration.

Did I not hear wrong? I let out a bitter laugh, not believing his words. "Oh, that's great. You all used to treat me like shit, and now all of a sudden you're coming as if nothing happened. What do you think I should do, Paul?" I was cynical while looking at him. "When you disappeared, no one was willing to give me an explanation, including your mother. Many times I went to his house, stood at the door like a petty beggar for hours, but he never opened the door for me when I knew he was inside. You know that, right? All your friends are avoiding me. Everything was. Even Valerie, who I've considered my own sister, is also hostile to me." My throat choked as the pain of days went back through my mind.

"What makes you feel that I deserve such treatment? Is it because I can't take care of our son? It wasn't even my fault entirely. I really didn't know it until we got to the hospital. And, if you're upset about losing, do you think I'm happy? You should be right next to me. We should have passed it together. I really need your support, but you..." I shook my head. "You go, Paul. You left me when I needed you."

He's cleared his throat. "Love, believe me, there's a reasonable reason why I left you. And, you need to hear everything,"

"After three years?" I grunt. "I guess not. I don't need to listen to anything. I'm fine, so there's no need to feel guilty. Well, in the end everyone still blames me."

I don't know if my mind is right, but at least that's how I can deduce when everyone is away from me. People closest to him.

"Bianka," called out to her in a desperate tone and I shook my head.

"It's okay, Paul." I hissed, then lowered my gaze all over and smiled bitterly as my eyes looked at my own body. "You look fine. At least that's enough to prove that your life hasn't changed in the slightest after you left me." I hate to admit it, but she looks very seductive.

However, at this moment I realized how stupid I was that I could not forget so subconsciously my own life had been broken. My heart is dead. I can't look the other way. My mind is always centered on him. Maybe I really love her, or maybe I'm just obsessed with getting her back and destroying her feelings, like she did to me. I don't know, I don't know.

The silence lasted for a few moments until he called me again. "Love," I shut up. "Please, give me a chance to explain everything. After that, you are free to decide anything. I won't force you to come back to me." he said in a pleading tone.

I took a breath. "Spills. My time is not much. I have to work in two hours."

She laughs. "You're off today, love." While looking at him, I saw him smiling triumphantly. "We're going to the hotel, huh? My mother is waiting for you."

I paused for a moment considering whether I should follow him or not, and in the end nodded in agreement. "All right." I don't think there's any harm in listening to their explanation. After all, I want answers to all the curiosity that's been raging in my head.

He looked at me doubtfully. "Uhm, i..." His finger tapped on the steering wheel impatiently while he lowered his head.

I know what that means. "Okay, get out." He smiled with satisfaction and walked out and around the car as I moved to the driver's side. "What hotel?"

"Kadri."

"of courses. Rich people do have a life. Always have a life."

"Are you insinuating me?" tanyanya was not happy.

"I told you the facts. No offense." I said flat.

"You know me, Bianka,"

I started driving around saying, "I know a warm, gentle, loving man who married me a few years ago. It's not the bastard who left me when I lost my son." I said cynically.

I heard him sigh. "I'm also lost, Rapunzel. It's not just you, so..."

"So you chose to throw all the blame at me as if I wanted it myself? I know, I know." I slit my saliva, struggling to hold back tears.

"Bianka, please..."

"Don't talk. I need to focus."

"Okay."