CHAPTER 15

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Marcelli Eirene Banasiewiez

"A baby?!" I exclaimed.

He laughed in amusement. "Yeah. Why, don't you want a baby? A little Oren and a little Eirene?"

My mind goes to imagining a little boy and a little girl with goofy smiles on their faces just like what Oren has now— oh, no. I didn't just think of it.

Why would he even want a baby! Please. I thought he's done giving me a headache. Yes, of course, I wouldn't miss the chance but he likes someone else! What if he realized someday that he likes that girl more and instead of telling in on my face to fuck off, he'll cheat?

Or what if he'll just dump me for her because he seems like a person that does that.

I can't take that! If I accepted my previous relationship failure easily, I don't think I can do it a second time. Especially with Oren. It's always been different with him.

"Oren look," I calm my mind. "What we did… it was nothing—"

"What?" Oren cut me off. There's a sudden rage in his voice. "What did you say? It was nothing to you?"

No. "Isn't it for all men?" But I'm not telling him.

Oren crossed his arm and I fought the urge to appreciate his muscles. "Then perhaps, I'm not a man after all." I glared at him. He can't just be serious in a serious situation. "I'm an alien from Mars."

This conversation won't go anywhere so I went upstairs. Oren didn't try to stop me so I forced myself to sleep. Though, it's easy because I cried and quickly dozed off.

I woke up having a headache because of crying and it got worse when I didn't see Oren around the house. The man just loves running away! I went back to our room to change when I saw a piece of paper on the bedside table.

I WENT OUT. CALL ME IF ANYTHING HAPPENS.

Can't help but to appreciate Oren's writing style. It's like a printed letter— anyway, I didn't think twice and dialed his number. It only takes a second before he picks up. I heard a noise of sound on the other line.

I gritted my teeth. "Where the hell are you?"

"I told you to call me if something happens." I can hear his bored tone against his background sound.

"I don't fucking care! If I ask where the hell is, you answer me dipshit!"

I heard a low chuckle. "Okay, okay. Chill, dude. I'm at the bar."

Did he just call me dude? Does he randomly call me a guy name when he's mad? I set it aside and focused on where is him.

"You're at the bar?!"

"You heard it. You're not deaf, aren't you."

"What are you doing there?!"

"Obviously, people came to the bar to drink. Is sense not really common to you?"

Damn. Why is he so harsh? Calm down, self. He's just mad.

"Go home now!"

"Okay, demanding wife. Your hubby will go home now." Oren let out a strain of laughter.

My jaw moved. Now, I'm a wife after being a dude! "Fuck you!"

"I love you more."

"Argh!" I hung up and smashed my head on the pillow. Then my phone rings. Oren's calling. "What is it this time?" I asked as I answered.

"Let's talk while I walk."

The noises from his background decreased until there was nothing at all.

"And why?"

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