Stories and novels about friendships falling apart because of a man is cliché. I've read a lot of books with the same plot and storylines. I've also watched some movies. But for some reason, I can't get tired of it. I'm more entertained and amused with that kind of flow. It makes me curious onto how the author would give life to the plot and how would he attract readers if most of the storylines are predicted and common.
Despite all of my knowledge on how the story will flow, I still have wonders. I've found the answers in different context and content but oddly, I'm looking for something else.
Each betrayal begins with trust and trust is the foundation of every relationship. Thus, how can someone betray others for love?Friendship is built by love, too. But why should it be sacrificed for a lover?
"Hon, aren't you coming?"
I turned my gazes from my book to my husband who's calling my name. Yes, I'm married... for exactly three years today. I just gave him a small smile and put my eyes on the book again. One more page and I'm done.
"Hon," he called out again.
I sighed when I heard his footsteps walking towards me. I closed the book and put it to one my shelves.
"Let's go," I said and grabbed my bag. He put his hand on my waist and we walked that way until we reached his car.
I smiled. He is constantly this way and it makes my heart hurts and flutter at the same time. He prefers to hold me in the waist than making me hold onto his arm. It's something that did not change for years.
Ethan is the best man I'd ever have aside from my dad. He's sweet, caring and thoughtful and we've known each other ever since we were child. On the day when we were first introduced to each other, I was mesmerized by his smiles and the first thing that came into my mind is 'I want to marry him,' I shook my head to stop smiling because of the sudden reminiscent. I was too young and silly back then. Everyone would laugh if they heard my thoughts that day. But look, who would have thought that I'll really will? The love that I thought was lame has grown deeper as we both grow together.
"What are you thinking?" – He asked.
"Why?" – I asked back.
"You're acting quite indifferent today,"
"Am I?"
"Hmm. You're too quiet and it's making me feel weird," I looked at him and chuckled but chose not to respond. He seems worried.
I looked away. Marrying Ethan has always been my choice. He left to study abroad but I waited. Maybe I underestimated my feelings. I knew I'm attractive to him, I knew that I care for him, but I have no idea that the love that I'm saying I have for him whenever we're teasing each other and being teased is real and existing. I only realized it when he left.
Nevertheless, I took it as an opportunity to get over my feelings. He never – even once – contacted me while he was away and I'm always telling myself that it's a good thing for me. But I still find myself waiting for his call and message. Eventually, for years, I've never made a progress and realized that I'm only making it worse for myself. The more I'm trying to forget what I feel, the more I remember, the more I hope, and the more it hurts. So, I just let myself to miss and wait for him. I gave up on my own feelings because it's impossible. It's just impossible.
"We're here," I looked at Ethan who's now outside the car and opened the door for me. He gave me his right hand to help me support my weight and put the other in my head. People starts to flock in front of us and most of them are reporters. I sighed.
What do I expect?
After he closed the door, he held me in my waist again and lead me to the entrance in the grand hotel. There are cameras and reporters everywhere while we're walking in the red carpet. I gave them my best smile in every turn that I made. But Ethan remained emotionless. He looks dashing on his grey suit and blue tie but his face is making everyone feel intimidated.
