Chapter 48 Spicy

“Mom,” Kier called his mom.

“Son, I miss you. Where is your wife?” His mom kissed his cheeks.

“Can we talk? I just need to ask you a question.” He said seriously.

“Sure, wait for me on the veranda; I'll just get food for us.” Before his Mom, she taps his shoulder and smiles at him genuinely.

“What’s the sudden visit, and why are you so serious? Do you have any problems?” His mom put the food on the table.

“Is Layla the real daughter of auntie? I mean, is she the biological daughter?” Kier asked straightforwardly. He doesn’t want to waste time.

Mom kier frowned, “why did you ask that question suddenly?” She asked.

“I’m just hoping that she’s my biological sister.” He let out of sight.

“Son, I know you; I am not your real mother. I treated you like my real son, and I know how much you want to see and find your sister. I also see and justify that Layla became important in your life. Layla is not your real sister. She is the biological daughter of your auntie.” She touched his hand.

He rarely opens up to her, and she knows he’s struggling and can’t take all the hardship.

A long silence between them.

“Ma, I don’t want to l-lose my wife.” He complained like a kid who was going to cry.

His mother stood up and came to his back; she hugged her from her back, “did you two fight again? Son, it's normal to have a quarrel and misunderstandings in a relationship. I raise you as a responsible man. You are the husband, and I told you to fix it before it gets difficult, right? Lower your pride, son.” She caresses his head.

Kier’s showing weakness in his mother right now. He couldn’t take what he found out a while ago.

“Is this something related to your biological sister and wife?” She asked and peeked at his face.

He shakes his head and hugs his mom's arm, “nothing, I just realized that I love my wife so much, more than my life.” He said weakly and bitterly.

“How about your sister? Did you find her?”

Kier’s eyes have different emotions.

“I d-don’t know, m-mom. I don’t want to find my sibling a-anymore.” He said with heavy breathing. His heart is aching. He hopes everything he finds out is just a lie and this is just a nightmare.

“I thought, you want to meet and see her? What’s the sudden change of mind?’ She asks, wondering. He had been looking for his sister for a very long time.

“I changed my mind.” A tear fell in his eyes.

“If you don’t want to tell me everything yet, I am just here waiting for your revelations. Okay?” She said gently.

“Mom, c-can I h-hug you?” He asked.

His mother smiled and spread his arms.

He is teary-eyed, eager to hug his mom, and doesn’t suppress his tears. His mom is just gently patting and caressing his back.

“Let it go, Kier.” She murmured.

He weeps in tears.

Kier’s mom looked up to suppress his tears. She rarely sees her son in this situation, hurting and in deep pain. Much worse is that she doesn’t know the real reason for it. She is not a perfect mother but loves and raises her son. She is hurting for her one and only son; she feels the mother’s love.

“Ma....” Kier called her, and in between his sobs.

Kier must really hurt. His voice is in deep pain.

She can’t help but feel her tears. She rarely saw Kier in pain, and her heart flowed in happiness because she was the one he approached. She may not be a perfect mother, but she is sure that she raised him well. Her mind is peaceful, knowing she raised a responsible, loving, strong man.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, hmm.” She comforted him.

“I had been waiting for you; why did you just get home? It’s the right time for a good husband to go home?! It’s almost 10 am!” She nagged when he entered the house.

I had been waiting for him since I came home from work.

I was about to nag again when I saw how messed up he was.

“Hey, wife. How are you?” He asked in a tired voice. He came near her, and he cupped her face. He smiled at her forcibly. It didn't reach his ear, and his eyes were lifeless.

Shielyn frowned.

Kier does not smell alcohol or nicotine.

“Are you okay?” She asked worriedly.

He didn’t reply to her question, “did you eat dinner? It’s late; why are you still awake?” He asked in a gentle and soft voice.

“Are you sick? She taps his forehead to know if he has a fever, “I told you to not work and rest for a while. We just came to Europe, and you are working again. You’re not yet fully recovered.” She scolds him.

He smiled and looked into her eyes, “there, you’re really my wife.” He chuckled a bit, “you’re scolding me. Hmm. It suits you when you’re nagging.”

She pouted, “I had been waiting for you, and why did you just get home? I was worried sick about you.”

“I’m here. I’m already here.”

Why are they lifeless and sad?

“Do you want to eat?” I ask him.

I smell him.

He is fine.

He smells perfume.

“Hey, I didn't drink or smoke, okay? I already turned my back to those things.”

I tap his head like a dog, “perfect husband. Because you are perfect. I am going to give you a kiss. Mwah!” I kiss his cheeks.

He was smiling at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Let’s go to our room.” She guided me into our room, and he leaned on the headboard with me.

“Don’t you want to take a bath first? So you can sleep straight and peacefully.” I suggested. He is still wearing his coat and corporate attire.

He continued to play with her finger.

“Hmm. How's your day at work, huh?” He asks and caresses her hair.

I think, “Well, it’s pretty fine and a bit odd. Lupita and her friend became weird? They are loud in the department, but when I returned from Europe, they suddenly became kind and silent.” I started to tell him what had happened in my day.

“Did you know them, right? They are my office workmates, and they are war freaks. Especially Lufita, she wants a promotion so bad. She is doing shortcuts to get promoted." He is intently listening to me.

I told him everything, every single bit, but he remained silent.

”Why are you so silent?” I frowned.

He put the hairs covering my face in the back of my ears.

“Did I say something bad? Did I do something that you don't like?” I ask, but he shakes his head.

I remembered something.

“Oh! Our wedding anniversary is coming!” Why I just realized it now to tell him about these. This is the reason why I waited for him. Asides from that, I miss him.

“Yeah, what do you want as a gift, huh? I will give you anything you want; name them to you.” He asked gently.

I think he gives me a lot of gifts even if there's no occasion, and he even gifted me a gummies factory; what should I ask for? I nod as an answer, “nothing; I just want to ask you a favor. Don’t ever leave me, okay?” I looked at him and glared at him.

He smiled at me and put his arm on my back. It used to be my pillow. He is playing with my gentle finger.

“I won’t leave you.” He said weakly and not sure.

I punched his shoulder, “why are you not so sure?! Do you have plans to leave me?! Are you going to

Divorce me, huh? You are taking revenge because I plan to divorce you.” I cry, but there are no tears.

“Hey.” He said gently and caressed my face, “I won’t leave you, okay? I will stay by your side even if the world collapses.” He said assuringly, but his eyes were sad. Why?

I’m still glaring at him, “if you leave me, it means you didn’t love me!”

“I love you.” He sincerely said while looking into my eyes, “I love you, and I am willing to give up everything I have just to be with you. I love you more than my soul. I love you. I would rather die than to be separated from you,” he said those words while looking into my eyes. He said it gently and slowly.

His words are like music in my ears.

He’s so gentle and soft.

I felt like I was going to melt by his stares.

“And I love you so so so much!” I spread my arms widely, “this is how big my love for you is.” He smiled a little bit.

Why are his eyes so sad?

He hugged me, and he dipped his head on the side of my neck.

“Aren't you going to change your clothes? So, you can sleep better.” I suggested.

There’s something on him. Did he have a bad day?

“I still have work, baby. I am just charging.” He murmured tiredly.

“But I want to sleep with you.”

I pouted, “I miss you so much. Can you do your work tomorrow? Please.” I begged.

He looks at me, “okay.” He kissed my forehead.