MASH

Chapter 15: I Just Can't Lose Her Again

~Dream~

I was doing her usual work, managing Mr Thomas's assets to hand it up the next day when I heard the slamming of a door. "Ghost," I gasped sarcastically to myself. I stood up and got ready to greet my dear husband home. I walked out out of my study and casually strolled into the kitchen to brew a cup of my favourite milk tea.

Something must have happened at work, I thought to myself as I recalled the slamming of the door. Andre isn't angered that easily unless it was something really serious. I heard his sigh when he walked towards me in heavy steps. I had my back faced to him so I couldn't see the expression on his face... but more importantly, I couldn't see the level of anger he had on his face. "What are you doing?" He asked casually. I cringed, couldn't help detecting the tinge of suspect in his voice.

"Oh, nothing. Just brewing a nice cup of tea for you and me," I smiled, pushing the thought of suspect from his voice away. What's wrong with him? I thought. Why is he angry? What exactly happened? "Is there something wrong?" I asked.

"You tell me what's wrong." Was Andre's reply.

"What?" I said in confusion as I turned to face him. "What did you just said?" I saw that his black eyes were not just black, but there was something deep in it like anger and hurt. I also noticed that his brown streaked black hair was messier than usual. His entire appearance screamed something I'd never expect coming from him.

Andre was troubled...

Troubled...

"Andre," I reached out to him, wanting to feel the touch of his cheeks, "what's wrong? Are you okay?"

But instead of letting me touch his cheeks, like he usually would and enjoy, he simply turned his head, letting my hand touch air.

My brows furrowed in worry. What's wrong with him?

"Where were you after work?" Andre asked, his eyes a stormy black.

"Home," I replied bluntly. There was nothing to lie about. I was indeed at home after work and no where else. Not even at that bar which Jessica and I favored.

"You're lying," Andre said in a tight voice. Right now, it wasn't anger that flared in his eyes but instead it was replaced with distrust. I gasped at what I saw and touched my hand to his arm in a comforting way.

"I'm not lying," I trailed her finger down his arm. "It's the truth. So tell me what's wrong?" I was surprised that my sentence came out more of a question. Touching softly on his arm, I knew that he would never answer my especially when he's mad.

"You weren't there," he whispered, turning his back towards me.

I raised an eyebrow. I weren't there? I thought, what did he mean by I weren't there? I was confused. My mind was in circles, unsure of what to do.

"You weren't there when I went to pick you up from work," he whispered a little softer this time, hunching up his shoulders as he casually stuff his hands into his pockets. It was an action I knew all too well to be mistaken of. Andre would always hunch up and stuff his hands into his pockets whenever he was shy or embarrassed. "It's just a little habit, really." He had once told me that and I never believe him one bit.

I smiled at his shyness and set my cup on the table before walking up to him and wrapping my arms around his waist. Placing my head against his back, I sighed and said, "Really? You're angry because of that?" Andre sighed too, implying that he was content to stay as he was.

"How did you get home anyway?" he asked. It was a normal question to me, considering the fact that I don't have my own car and would usually wait for Andre to pick me up from work.