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Chapter 119: Resisting

In the morning...

     Vince woke up with a terrible headache, he swore he could feel it throbbing. Probably the sangria he drunk last night.

     And to make matters worse, he remembers he had an altercation with his wife the night before.

     Ugh, Vince groaned.

     He searched their bed for Tricia and when he noticed it was empty, he rapidly opened his eyes and leaped from his bed.

It's only 5 am, he rubbed his head.

Vince looked for his wife when he abruptly heard retching at their bathroom.

He knew it was Tricia.

Ignoring his headache, Vince made his way to the bathroom then knocked first even if he knew that doors weren't locked, "Hon, are you inside?"

None answered.

"Trish?"

Still no response.

But then Vince could hear Tricia inside, he was concerned about what might happen to her so he decided to head in.

"I'll open the door," he warned.

*door opened*

There he saw his wife in the sink, one hand resting at the top while the other one she uses to control the water.

Tricia glanced at Vince but she was just too occupied at the moment.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

She simply couldn't speak.

Vince quickly grabbed a towel then went up to his wife, assisting her by rubbing her back, "let it all out, hon."

     He made her hold onto him.

     She did.

     It took a couple of minutes before Tricia stops retching and accepted the towel Vince offered her.

     "Thank you," she simply said.

     "Did you drink any liquor last night, hon? Don't remember you drink any, why are you throwing up so bad right now?"

     "I don't know, I feel a bit headache also," she informed her husband.

     "Baka sa kinain mo kagabi?"

     "I think so."

     "I'll go get some medicine, sumasakit din ang ulo ko. Hangover, probably," Vince said, "may gusto ka ba?"

     "I'm fine, Vince, ako na—"

     "No, ako na."

     The two stepped out of the bathroom while Tricia keeps wiping her lips with the towel.

     "Okay lang ako, Vince, I'll get the medicine later kapag baba ko. I just have to finish this first."

     "No, sige na, hon, ako na nga ang kukuha. May gusto ka ba ipasabay ng kuha sa baba?" Vince insisted.

     "I can manage, Vince."

     He sighed, "if you say so."

     Tricia stares at him but then drew her eyes away quickly as she proceeded with her own business for the day.

     "Tricia," he called her.

     "Not now, Vince. I'm not feeling well."

     He sighed, "fine."