Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Room 108

I can't believe that I almost died. Luckily, I was rescued by my 'loving' husband.

The hug lasted for a minute. I almost ran out of air because of how tight his hug was. I'm glad he broke away from the hug before it happened.

It was only then when I noticed the number of people staring at us. We were surrounded by different kinds of tourists, gossiping about what just happened. It's embarrassing, really. Even Hughie who looks so worried is here. I was just wondering why his lips are swelling with a hint of blood.

I was shocked with the next thing that my husband did. As if carrying a very fragile possession, he lifted me, bridal style. I heard how a few people were amazed by what he did.

"How sweet!" someone from the crowd shouted.

I know that I am heavy, but he did not seem to mind. It was as if I wasn't heavy at all. His shirt and hair was wet. If I am not mistaken, he rescued me. His slightly disheveled hair added to his hotness, especially with his angry yet concerned face.

I was overwhelmed with the attention he's giving me right now. From my opinion, I don't see the need for him to carry me. I can walk on my own. But he still did so. That is why I felt some butterflies in my stomach.

However, pain pierced through my heart when I realized that I had to almost drown before he acts sweet towards me. I sighed.

A little bit ashamed by the number of people staring at us, I hid my face on his wet chest. My body is still covered with sand which are now on his body too.

I spoke when we reached the building of the resort.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To the infirmary. I want to bring you to the hospital. But I'm afraid it's in the city and it's an hour away." His voice still sounded angry.

"Just take me to our room. I'm fine." I whispered.

"You are not fine. A doctor needs to check you," he hissed.

"No one needs to check me. I'm okay. I don't feel anything else." Aside from the pain in my heart.

Of course, I did not have the courage to say the last line out loud. "And please bring me down. I can walk on my own. People are staring at us. It's embarrassing."

He doesn't need to act like he's concerned. Because it just hurts me even more.

Why is he giving me mixed signals anyway? I'm starting to feel confused. He's still communicating with Aron but he's acting concerned about me at the same time?

Why is he like this?

"No. I am taking you there and I'm carrying you until we get there," he said angrily which made me even angrier.

"I said I'm fine!" I couldn't control the sudden outburst of my emotion. He was taken aback by the sudden change of my mood.

I quickly realized that it was wrong of me to shout so I apologized. How could I shout at him when he's just trying to be good to me? What about my promise to myself that I will try to be good to him?

"I'm sorry. Just take me to our room," I said it with a weak voice.

He heaved out a deep sigh before he spoke, a sign that he's accepting defeat.

"Fine. But I'll carry you until we get there." His eyes were focused at the corridors.

I nodded. A thought came inside my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he let me do it without complaining.

After that short argument, the rest of the walk to our room was silent. There was no more hint of anger on his face. When we reached the room, the cold air from the air conditioner attacked my skin. But the warmth of his body against me was comforting.

He went straight to the comfort room and carefully put me down in the bathtub. We were both silent and no one dared to speak.

I know to appreciate things. I appreciate his effort to take care of me. But I am just not certain if what he's doing is sincere.

I was shocked when all of a sudden, he tried to remove my shorts. I stopped him. "I can't do this right now." I removed his hand from the hem of my shorts.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, confused.

"I can't have sex with you right now."

I almost drowned. My body still feels weak. I can't do it right now because my body won't let me.

"Who said that I want to have sex with you right now?" his voice was challenging, as a smirk formed on his lips.

What? Was he not thinking about sex? I thought that was what he wanted. My face turned red.

That was embarrassing!

"Then why are you taking my shorts off?" Now I'm the one confused.

"I will give you a bath, Gulf. Why is your mind dirty?" his mood lightened up. There was a ghost of a smile on his lips. "You're still weak and we're both covered with sand. But just tell me if you want sex because I'm willing to give it to you."

"Tss." It was all I could say.

In that moment, I let him do what he wanted. He gave me a bath. And here I was, secretly smiling because of his sweet gestures.

Why are you doing this Mew? Are you still pretending?

Or maybe I'm just overthinking? Maybe I'm just making a big deal out of this?

Whatever. I just let him do what he was doing.

We took a bath together. Yes. We did nothing else.

After giving me a bath, he also helped me get changed into my nighties.

Did I drown or did I become disabled? Why am I letting him do these things for me? Fine. I'll let him. I'll just let myself feel the care of a Mew Fletcher. Whether his feelings are real or not, I just convinced myself to feel happy with his actions. Maybe I should just let myself enjoy this while it lasts?

Mew decided to just order food from the restaurant and have it delivered to our room. While waiting for the food, I grabbed the chance to rest on the bed while he decided to open his laptop to do some work-related stuffs.

We were both silent again. It was seven in the evening when the food arrived. Silence also filled the air while we ate our dinner.

Only this time, his moves were very calculated. He also did not bring his cellphone to the small dining table in our room. His whole attention was either at the food or me.

He often glanced at me. His serious face was on. I am not used to this amount of attention he's giving me.

Nevertheless, it made me feel better and the sadness and pain I was feeling earlier in the day was now a little gone.

What happened to him that made him act this way towards me all of a sudden?

When we finished eating, I saw that Mew went to the balcony of our room. I followed him.

The night sky was bright because of the beautiful moon. On the ocean was its beautiful reflection.

I can also hear the crashing of the small waves and the sound of the people enjoying the night. Not far from here is the beach party where you can see a lot of people making the best of the night life. The party is just starting. You can't really hear the music that much so you will still feel the peacefulness of the surrounding.

Mew took out a cigarette.

I didn't know he smoked! It's a shame that I'm his husband but I did not know that about him.

I stood beside him. He tried to hand me a stick but I refused.

He nodded before keeping the cigarette stick he offered me.

We were now both facing the vast ocean as we watched the moon silently. I wonder what he's thinking right now?

Is he regretting that he agreed to our marriage? Is he thinking about Aron? I don't know. I can only guess.

Thinking about those things made my heart ache. In the end, it's still me who's giving myself pain.

I glanced and watched him closely. The moon's light struck his face which highlighted his jaw. He's just mesmerizing. What a sight to behold.

"Are you happy that you got married to me?" I did not know where I pulled the courage to ask that question. It just came out of my mouth.

But am I really ready to hear his answer? I think I'm not. I just want to take that question back. If only I could.

He nodded before answering. "I am."

I did not expect that. I waited for a longer answer but no more words came out of his mouth.

That was it?

There is a part of me that doesn't want to believe him. But a bigger part of me wants to.

If you would think about it deeply, you would really think that he's not happy. Because if he is, why would he still meet up with his ex-boyfriend on our honeymoon?

I heaved out a deep sigh when another thought came inside my head.

Let's just say that he's happy. But the question is, 'does he love me?' He doesn't, right?

But how would he be happy if that's the case? This is so complicated.

Just as I thought nothing else could suprise me, Mew held my hand all of a sudden. On his left hand was the cigarette and on his right was my left hand. I let him hold me. I let myself enjoy the feeling.

We stood there for a moment, enjoying the night view, and feeling each other's presence. The smell of the cigarette filled the air. No one dared to speak.

After about ten minutes, I decided to leave him and went back inside the room to sleep. I don't know. Maybe I was getting bored of the silence? I didn't even know why we were doing that.

He did not mind though. He just let me let go of his hand. I was somehow expecting that he wouldn't so I felt a little disappointed. Jokes on me.

I turned off the lights before proceeding to the king-sized bed. The lampshade and the moonlight was now the only source of light inside the room.

Not a moment later, I felt him lie down beside me. My back was against him and I felt him hug me from behind.

He spooned me and I did not dare to move.

And in that moment, I let myself drown in his hug. In his touch. In his warmth. He is at least trying. I am not sure what's between him and Aron. But what's important is that he's beside me right now.

If they are in a relationship, I guess I don't have to worry that much? At least he's here with me, right? He's here spending the night with me. And all other nights to come.

Those were the thoughts that comforted me.

But my meeting with Aron came rushing inside my head. And the fact that before it happened, he was with Mew inside the comfort room.

As I tried to erase that thought, I felt Mew kiss the back of my head.

"Sleep well, baby Gulf."

Because of the comfort of his hug and warmth, I slowly drifted to sleep.

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I was awakened in the middle of my sleep. Mew was not beside me anymore. I checked the clock on the bedside table and found out that it was now eleven in the evening.

I stood up to check the comfort room but I saw no one. He was also not in the balcony so I checked the walk-in closet. Still no sign of Mew.

I decided to leave the room. Where could my husband be?

I went to the restaurant to check if he was there but I only saw Hughie. I approached him. "Why are you here? Isn't your shift over?" I asked.

"I am the manager so I check the restaurant from time to time."

My eyes widened for a second. I thought he was a waiter? He's the manager?

"But you took my order earlier!"

"I just wanted to. You were so cute and a little gloomy. I just wanted to check on you," he said before flashing his perfect set of pearly white teeth.

"Tss," I replied.

He burst into a laughter. "What? You don't believe me?"

"I don't. Stop flirting with me. You're not my type." I raised an eyebrow.

"Ouch," he pretended to touch his chest, "how about you? Are you your husband's type?" he joked.

I was offended by his joke. But I chose to remain silent.

"Sorry. That was a joke," he apologized when he noticed my silence. "You still haven't told me your name by the way."

"I'm Gulf."

He gave me another smile. "Nice to meet you." He offered his hand for a handshake. I accepted it.

My eyes noticed his swelling lips. "What happened to your lips?"

"Your husband didn't tell you?" he laughed.

"Obviously," I said sarcastically and raised a brow at him.

And how is my husband related to his swelling lips?

"I tried to help him with the CPR earlier but instead, he punched me."

"What? Why did he do that?" Why would Mew punch someone who was trying to help?

"I tried to give you a mouth to mouth," he said shyly before scratching the back of his head.

My face turned red. That's why. But why would Mew feel jealous when it's Aron that he likes?

"I apologize on his behalf. He's not usually like that."

"It's okay. How are you anyway?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm fine. No need for you to worry. Anyway, I have to go and look for my husband. See you around."

I was almost ready to leave when he stopped me.

"Room 108," he whispered.

"Excuse me?" I asked, confused.

"I saw your husband enter room 108."

I stopped. Where is room 108 and what is he doing there?

"Why would he enter other rooms? And how sure are you that it was my husband?" There was a hint of anger in my voice.

"Of course I'm sure. If you don't believe me, you can check the room yourself. You'll find out that he's still there." He was so sure of his answer. "The question is, who is staying in that room?"

My heart started racing because of what he just said. Only one person came inside my head.

Aron.

I left Hughie without saying goodbye. I heard him say something else but I did not hear him clearly. My steps were fast as I walked towards the front desk.

"Hi. Can I ask who's staying in room 108?" A fake smile was all I managed to give the girl at the front desk.

My heart is beating fast, so fast that I can feel it almost wanting to explode. I am not sure if I'll like it if I hear that Mew is inside the room with Aron.

I just hope he isn't.

"I'm sorry Sir but I can't give you that information."

"I believe that my husband is in there and I need to know who he's with," I asked, frustrated. I lost control of my voice so it came out louder than I intended.

"I'm really sorry Sir but I can't because it will violate our client's privacy."

Because of so much frustration, I slapped the desk which left the girl in shock.

"Hey, hey. Calm down there Gulf." It was Hughie who followed me. He held my shoulder and patted it gently.

"Good evening, Sir Hugo," the girl greeted, still a little shocked by what I did.

Hughie nodded his head in response. I faced him, desperate to know who Mew is with knowing that he's my only chance of finding out.

"Can you use your manager position and ask her if who's staying in room 108?" It sounded almost like a beg.

"You know I can't do that." His face turned worried.

"Please. For my peace of mind," I pleaded.

"Fine." He faced the girl before he let out a sigh. "Angelica, please tell this man who's staying in room 108."

She was left with no choice but to follow Hughie's request. The next thing I saw was that she was now typing something in the computer in front of her.

I was anxious while waiting for her to speak. It feels like my heart wants to get out of my chest.

"Sir, it's Aron Tiffin," the girl said as she stared at the computer screen.

And in that moment, my world collapsed.