First Argument

First Argument: Part 3

The next morning, I had to go away for a week for a trip in my new job as a tour guide. I had wanted to do nothing but kiss my husband all day in bed but I had to go. I prepared his favourite waffle and before I left the house, I wrote a note for him on the table.

I went into his study room and he was sleeping at the sofa. He looked exquisitely beautiful. I went near him. To my surprise he didn't smell of alcohol nor vomit. Instead he smelled of soap(he's always smelled cleaner than anybody in Paradis though)
I called his name softly but he didn't reply. He must be very tired. I gave him a little kiss on the cheek. No reaction. Now I was distracted. His face was so beautiful. I touched and traced his thick eyebrows, followed by his eyelids-his eyelashes were so lush and decorated his blue gray eyes perfectly. My finger traced over his high cheekbones, willing myself to memorise the curves of his face. Then I traced down the bridge of his nose to his button nose, finally turning to his plump lips. I turned red thinking of the pleasures those lips had given me. I kissed his lips softly, and whispered

'I love you my husband'

I resisted the urge to kiss him as hard as I could. I stood up, grabbed my bag and went out the door.

A week after the day I left home for the trip, I couldn't wait to get home to my husband. When I arrived, I put my bag on the floor, said "Hello, I'm home" loudly and went into Armin"s study room. He was not there though the room was surprisingly, not messy. But I didn't see his books or papers on the table. Nor his writing stationery Suddenly I was afraid. So many thoughts ran through my mind. I ran to our bedroom. It wasn't messy too. I opened his wardrobe and saw there were none of his clothes except one, hanging. His favourite blue grey shirt.

I took it out and hung it on the handle of the wardrobe. Why was this the only one left? Has he left me? I was about to cry as I pushed my face into the shirt, trying to smell him or whatever I could, when I heard a voice,

"Now I love the shirt but I am so jealous of it now that if you show it more affection than that, I will burn it" It was Armin at the room door.

I burst into tears and embraced him so tight. After a few minutes, I refused to move while crying on his chest, so he had no choice but to raise me up as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the kitchen and showed me a dish. He went out just now to buy me a grilled salmon with asparagus, knowing I loved fish so much. I cried even harder, so he put me on the table, and wiped my tears. He waited until I calmed down. He asked me why I was crying so I told him I didn't see his things so I thought he had left me. He chuckled and told me he bought a new drawer so he kept his stationery and books inside it. His clothes were all washed and hanging outside.

"And it's not that I have a lot of clothes cuz I couldn't afford it and Liberio is not my hometown"

In my panic, I must have ignored what I saw and jumped into conclusion.

I was famished that I quickly snapped up the salmon dish and ate his portion too. I didnt worry about how it looked because he had seen me at my worst. With a plate of pie. It was not gonna be worser than that. Then as I was about to join him in the living room, Armin asked me to go to the beach with him. I agreed.