Beyond Surface

Chapter 12_ Holy Shit!.

Shout-out to @jentitus

Jireh's Point of View (P.O.V)

'Welcome to our home!. Welcome to the 'Pataudi Palace!', I whispered into her left ear after I opened the car door and she stepped out.

'Our home?', she asked in a voice as low as a whisper and I nodded in affirmation with a big, genuine wide smile on my face. Her face became pale, straight and expressionless.

"Where was her voice?. The tiny and melodius one she used to fill my ears during the almost thirty minutes drive we had. Where was the jovial, noisy and raw part of my woman? Where are the reminants of the questions she kept asking?", I asked myself.

Her face, the same one that was lit and had a sultry glow in my black, 2018 modelled Range Rover some moments ago had suddenly become loose and bland.

She was had a confused expression on her face for a few seconds, I think she was trying to process the words I whispered to her and make meaning out of them. All of a sudden, her tight grip on our intertwined fingers got loose and she pulled her hands out, away from mine.

She had a look of hurt mixed with confusion and sadness and I could see tears gathering in her eyes. She looked up at the structure in front of us with damp eyes for as long as what seemed to sum up to four minutes, then she slowly turned to look at me and that was when I realized that her tears were already flowing down her cheeks. I got confused, I felt bad. I shouldn't have brought her here.

Shit!. I hate to see her cry. I hate it when anyone or anything makes her shed tears, and now, I am the reason she's crying. I'm a mess!. I should have planned a better way of showing her the house.

She looked back at the building, and then began to walk slowly towards the double doors at the entrance. I let her. I didn't know what she was thinking, so I allowed her. Quietly and slowly, I walked behind her, creating a reasonable space between us.

She took more than ten footsteps before she got to the front of the double door, then she turned back to look at me, and with a cracked and broken voice she muttered;

'You and I? We will live here? In this house?', she asked again.

'Babes', I said in a calm voice and took four long strides to stand in front of her, then I placed my hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes with a serious expression

'This house is for me. It's mine. But I don't need it babes. I don't need a house because I already have one', I explained to her gently.

'I'm in search of a home darling. And from the moment I set my eyes on you, I knew I've found my home. Now, look at this..', I gestured to the building by pointing at it and giving it a quick glance,

'..this is just a structure and anyone could live here. Anybody could inhabit here. I could live in this mansion, alone, for as long as I want because it's mine. I could bring all types of ladies here to have night stands with them, do what I please with them here in this house, because it's mine. But no!. I don't want that...', I continued, focusing my gaze on her iris. I could still see her tears flowing freely, but at a faster rate.

'I wanted to make this house a home. I wanted to make it a haven for myself. I wanted to wait until the time is right to bring you here. I was waiting for the right time to bring my home to my house, and see how my house becomes a home', I said in a deep coarse voice that I didn't know I had.

She was beginning to cry loudly now. And I was getting emotional myself, tears had began to well up in my eyes. I continued;

'Baby, I know I did everything without saying a word to you about it, and I don't know how you feel, and what you're thinking, but trust me, I did this just for you. I built this for you. It could be mine, but it's yours as well. Do me the honor of cohabiting with me in this house. Do me a favor and stay with me right here, in this building babes...', I pleaded, and gradually went on my knees and held both her hands in mine with my teary face. Her cries got more louder and I could hear her beginning to sob.