Chapter 13: We are not friends
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After taking a bath, I changed into something comfortable.. white cotton shorts and a loose purple top. I set my alarm clock last night at seven am because I want to cook breakfast not for my husband, but for me and also for Nanay Emily and for Tatay Berto.
But I didn't find them in the kitchen, instead, I found my husband sitting on one of the chairs in the dining room, wearing his usual business attire with a newspaper on his lap and a coffee in front of him.
I frowned when I saw him. It's been one week since we got married, and the last time I saw him was in the hallway on the night of our wedding.
I walked towards the kitchen while humming a romantic pretending not to notice him at all, and opened the fridge to look for something to cook.
"Hmm.. I think I like bacon and cheese omelet for breakfast." I muttered to myself as I took all the ingredients that I needed.
I walked towards the countertop without even glancing at his direction.
"If you take me wherever you go, I wanna learn the things that you know. Now that you made me believe. I want you to take me 'cause I long to be, able to see things that you see. Know that whatever you do I follow you..ohh.."
I was cutting the cheese when I noticed him stood up and walked towards the counter, but I continued with what I am doing until his scent filled my nostrils.
-'We're not friends and I don't know him.'-
He stopped exactly in front of me and it took him a few seconds to speak.
"Why didn't you take the card?"
I've been thinking since last week that he would ask me that. I sighed and glanced up at him.
"I have my own money, not as much as you have in your bank account, but still enough for my everyday needs."
"I will open a personal account for you and deposit money every month in your name." he said with devoid of feelings.
"You don't need to do that. As I said, I won't ask anything from you and I'm just keeping my end of the deal. I don't need your money. I don't need a personal driver and lastly, I don't need your car. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm hungry."
I turned my back to him and put the cheese on top of the egg.
"Can you please stop being stubborn, Sophia?" I gasped when I heard his voice behind me. "Accept the card and take Ricky as your driver!"
"And why would I do that-----"
"Because people know that you are my wife. I have my reputation to keep and I don't want them to say anything against me as your husband! Another thing, dispose of your car and use the BMW in the garage!"
"What?" My eyes widened when I heard the word 'dispose'.
"It's brand new and Ricky will become your personal driver from now on, whether you like it or not."
"No! You can't do that! I never signed any document stating that you can dictate my life. What happened to thosewords you said on our wedding night, that neither of us will be interfering in our personal lives?" I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.
"I'm not interfering in your personal life. I'm just fulfilling my part as your husband!"
A sarcastic laugh escaped my lips when he mentioned the word 'husband'.
"Excuse me, did I hear you right? Fulfilling your part as my husband? Well, let me remind you of my 'dear husband', we're not a real couple, we married because of a contract, so you don't have to act as my responsible husband."
"Why? Isn't this the reason, you agreed to marry me, money and all the things that I have? I am sure you knew from the very start that you're going to marry a billionaire. Why are you acting so innocent and rejecting the things that I'm offering you right now?"
His voice was full of bitterness and sarcasm that made me stop in my tracks. He's now judging me again.
"Or maybe, you don't want the BMW but you want another type of car. Tell me what type of car do you want? You want a sports car in color purple like the color of your car?"
I gulped but didn't answer him.
"Okay, silence means yes. Don't worry, by tomorrow, you will have your brand new Maserati. I will also start depositing money to your account so when this deal ends, you fulfil have already fulfilled your goals!"
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I felt my blood boiling with his unnerving insults. He was about to walk away when I decided to speak.
"Are you really going to buy me a new car tomorrow, sweetheart?" I asked him In a sweet and seductive voice.
He turned around frowning and I gave him my sweetest smile which he reciprocated with a smirk.
"See? Now you're showing your true color sweetheart." his voice laced with venom as he narrowed his eyes at me, but I didn't back down.
"Yes, this is the real me." I smirked. "Okay, I will accept all the things that you want to give me, but don't you ever blame me if you find all of them turned into ashes."
I could see the look of shock on his face when he heard what I said.
"You're kidding!"
"Then try me, sweetheart." I didn't remove the sweet smile on my lips until I turned around and faced the stove again.
He didn't utter a word after that and I heard the sound of his footsteps away from the kitchen. When I was sure that he's finally left, I let out a deep breath not knowing that I've been holding since I my last retort to him.
"Anak, are you okay?"
I sighed and closed my eyes tightly when I heard Nanay Emily's voice behind me.
"Yeah." I smiled at her. "Good morning Nanay." I hugged her and kissed her cheek.
"Good morning." she hugged me back. "I saw your husband came from here and he looked so mad. Did you two argue?"
I nodded. "Yes, he wanted me to accept his credit card and use his car but I said no."
"Maybe he's just concern, anak."
I give her a half-hearted smile before shaking my head. "No, I don't think so. If he's concerned, then he doesn't need to add insults to all his words, Nanay."
"Do you want me to talk to him?"
"No! Please don't do that. I don't want him to think that I'm asking for someone's sympathy. This is just for one year. After this, I will leave and he will never see me again."
"Sophia..."
"By the way, I cooked some breakfast, Nanay. Cheese omelet, bacon and french toast. I hope you like them."
I immediately changed our topic as I don't want to talk about that issue anymore. I believe she noticed it as she did not insist.
"Wow! Thank you, but you don't have to do this."
"It's okay, I actually missed doing this."
She nodded with a smile, but I know behind that motherly smile she's giving me right now, there are lot of questions that she wanted to ask. I'm thankful that somehow she understands, and never forced me to open up with her.
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