Secret Love Nest

The Founded Ring pt 3

I entered our house. Inside I found Qing sitting on the big sofa staring unblinkingly at the fireplace. When he heard the sound of the door closing, he got startled like he woke up from a deep sleep.

He turned his head, saw me and immediately turn back to staring at the fireplace.

If it still like before, before my talk to the Goddess, I would ignore him and go straight to our bedroom. But things has to change so instead of doing that, I went to the bookshelf on the corner, took a book (I didn't check the title, I just randomly pick a book), sat on the sofa as far away from him as possible, cross my legs, open the book then pretend to read.

See me took the first step! Ha!

I can feel him looking at me. I lean my body on the sidearm of the sofa (totally relaxed), put the book on my lap and continue reading (pretending). From the corner of my eyes I can see him sighing, slightly turning his body towards me, straightening again, then try turning again, open his mouth, close his mouth then sigh again.

Stupid Wang Qing! When will he jump to ask my forgiveness?! Stupid!

I wanna hurl the book at his head but I know it won't do any good so I gather my patience and continued my performance...I mean reading.

Then I heard a quiet laughter. My eyed grew huge as I looked at him and see that his shoulders are slightly shaking and he is trying to smother his laughter.

Me: (throwing the book at his head. Really, the guy is asking for it!) Laughing? Are you really laughing at me?!

Qing: (quickly sobering) No! No Dayu! I'm...

Me: Lying! You are lying! You just laugh, I heard you, or are you gonna call me a liar?

Qing: (sighing) (cornered) Okay, I was laughing...

Me: See! See! You are laughing at me! Stupid Wang Qing! (I stood up, upset all over again so I wanna leave)

Qing: (holding on to me) Wait! Please let me explain. I was not "laughing" laughing at you. I was...well I was laughing at you.

Me: (storm in my eyes) You know you don't make sense, right?

Qing: I know, I know. It's just, it's you, you are so cute, sitting there and pretending to read...

Me: (outraged) I am not pretending to read!

Qing: Dayu, your book was upside down.

Me: (stunned) (looking at the book now lying between our feet) (Traitor!) Really?

Qing: (nodding) And you've been on that page for five minutes without turning it. You are so cute. (Now laughing openly)

I feel my face go hot in shame. Then in entirely different reason when I look at him smiling at me. I suddenly realize that I miss his smile. That I miss him. Without any warning, tears pooled into my eyes.

Qing: (abruptly standing) Oh Dayu no no...please don't cry. It's my fault. All of it. I'm wrong, please, stop crying.

I cried harder when I saw that there are also tears on his eyes. Qing hugged me tightly into his body while continuing his dialogue of "it's all my fault", "I did wrong", "I'm sorry". And then...

Qing: I love you baby, please stop crying. You are breaking my heart.

I push him off me then I lean my forehead on the center of his chest.

Me: I hate you.

Qing: I know.

Me: You are so mean to me.

Qing: I know.

Me: (head butting his chest) Bastard!

Qing: Agreed.

Me: Jerk! Asshole! Meanie! I hate you!

Qing: I hate me too.

I lean out and look up at him. His hand goes up to wipe the tears on my cheeks.

Qing: I'm sorry. That's all I can say really. I'm so sorry. I know it's not enough but...

Me: (interrupting him) I never thought of breaking up with you.

Qing's body grew rigid when he heard the word "breaking up"

Qing: Go on.

Me: Even when I was crying all night I never ever once thought of going out to break up with you. Instead I chose to avoid and ignore you. Even when I am so upset that I wanted to clobber your head, I never thought of packing my bags to break up and leave you. (I sniff) Why is that? Why did I never thought of it? To just end it.

Qing: (smiling and gathering me in his arms) Because your heart is so big you can hate and love me at the same time. Because your love for me overwhelm the hate you are feeling. That's how much you love Dayu. It's so big it overwhelms every other feelings.

I cry hard at those words. At least he knew how much I love him. NOW he knew how much I love him.

Qing: I'm sorry my love. I'm so sorry. It won't happen again, I promise I wouldn't try to teach you a...

Me: (scowling) It better be the last time Qing ah or else...

Qing: No or else. It won't happen again. I hate seeing you cry. I hated it more when I can't see you but I can hear it. It feels like I'm dying Dayu, hearing you cry but not being able to comfort you. It's feels like the most painful kind of death.

Me: Don't make me cry then.

Qing: I can't promise that. But what I can promise is I won't let you cry alone anymore. Even if I have to destroy our bedroom door or any other door for that matter, I will do it to come to your side and comfort you.

Me: (that sound logical to me) Promise?

Qing: I promise. (Capturing my face to tip it up to look into my eyes) Forgive me?

Me: (nodding) (I just nodded)

Qing: Thank you my Little Squirrel. (Hugging me tight again) I will make it up to you, I promise.

Me: Take me on a Europe tour?

Qing: Sure, as long as I can arrange our schedule so we can have a lot of free time. But for now, something a bit more simple, how about a brand new car?

Me: A motorcycle? Ducati has a new model released.

Qing: No.

Me: Please.

Qing: No motorcycle Dayu. Anything else but that.

Me: (pouting) A mini music studio here in the house then. (I want to learn more music and maybe write lyrics too)

Qing: Done. I will make it soundproofed too.

Me: (smiling happily) Thank you! (I lean up to loop my arms on his nape)

Qing picked me up. I hug my legs on his waist. I close my eyes and let my nose touch his.

Me: I'm materialistic, right?

Qing: Nope, not even close enough. Are you okay now? Not upset anymore? Should I grovel more?

Me: (pretending to think) I'm still a little bit upset. (Exaggerated pouting)

Qing: (catching up quickly) Oh really? What should I do then? Should I kiss you to make you feel better?

He walked towards our bedroom while talking. I smiled at him, whisper to his ear and tell him, in the most graphic words I can find in my vocabulary, exactly HOW he can make me feel better.

I repeat, make up sex is fun.