Chapter 12
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♣ Marie Smith ♣
I really needed to get a job if I didn't want to die of depression, because staying here was equivalent to that.
Like here I was, taking a walk around the house as a result of the extent of boredom that had taken over me
Everything was boring. Especially TV.
It was actually kind of embarrassing that I had to depend on TV to not die of boredom, because people rarely watched TV's now.
But even the TV was tired of me, they no longer had anything that made sense.
I'd probably watched all the movies on Netflix, and scrolled through every single social media.
Now I had nothing else to do with my life.
Again, I really needed a job.
Anything to get me out of this house.
When I noticed a maid passing by, I stopped her, watching the head bow she offered.
“Is Henry home?”
Since I'd spoken to him three days ago about the kiss, I hadn't heard or seen him.
It was back to how things were, with him not seeming to exist, and me just staying in the house like a ghost, husbandless.
She shook her head. “No ma'am, he hasn't come back from work yet.”
“Did he come home last night?” I wasn't even sure if he ever did that.
His workplace was probably his home.
But she proved me wrong with a nod. “He arrived at eleven fifty three p.m. last night, and left at four a.m. this morning.”
Of course, his work was his life so what else did I expect from him.
“Okay, you can leave then.”
With another bow, she left.
Hmm, I guess that meant I'd probably not be seeing him again for a while.
All I wanted was to be a good wife and let him know that I was planning on getting a job, but well, it seemed like I'd do it without his knowledge.
It wasn't like he needed to know. What good will the information do him.
He probably doesn't even care.
But as I was heading back, a feeling clawed at my skin.
Like it was wrong to not be a proper wife and talk to my husband about such decision.
Strange, cause not only were we not considered a normal or happy couple, this was also not something important enough to discuss with him.
Still, it didn't feel right to not tell him.
Gosh, this was annoying.
A groan left my lips, hating how obliged I felt to let him know.
But I was going to do it either way.
***
The sound of typing cut through my sleep, releasing a groan from me.
My brows crunched as my body tried ignoring the sound, which didn't seem close to ending soon.
What the heck was that?
The day had been tiring (from sitting and going on walks), so this wasn't something I'd let disturb my sleep.
Maybe if I rolled over, it would end.
“Be careful, else you'll fall.” Henry's voice confused me to open my eyes, reminding me I was on the couch.
But it was too late, I'd already fallen from it, landing on my butt.
“Shit.” No way was I rubbing my butt to ease the pain, because that'd only be totally embarrassing.
Though I was tempted to.
To avoid further embarrassment, I jumped to my feet, a little surprised to see Henry sitting on the accent chair opposite the couch I'd fallen asleep on while waiting for him.
That was when I stupidly hoped he'd come early.
But of course, even when I last checked the time, it read nine p.m.
There was a pillow on his lap and his Henros laptop on the pillow as he probably did his work on it.
“When did you arrive?” I checked the time on the wall clock. “Twelve a.m.?”
“I arrived thirty minutes ago. Why are you sleeping here?” He stopped typing to stare at me. “If you want to start sleeping on the couch, you should say so, so I don't have to think you were waiting for my arrival everytime.”
Still a little embarrassed from falling, I covered it up with acting annoyed. “I guess I won't have to fall asleep if you'd come earlier.”
He maintained an expressionless look. “Do you need anything?”
“I want to get a job.” I realized how I sounded like a child telling her parents she wanted to move out.
His expression didn't even change. So frustrating. “What do you want to do?”
Woah, he was really sounding like he was my dad or something.
Still, I answered him, “I'm not sure, but anything to get me out of this house.”
“But you should still have something you have in mind.” His gaze stayed fixed on me, making me feel a little weird and conscious of things.
Like, was my hair flying all over my head? Had my pajamas cut at the butt that I wasn't aware of?
And s**t, I wasn't wearing any bra so the outline of my n****e was evident.
Gosh, how I wished to get to my room and wear a coat.
But I didn't do anything, and tried ignoring it all to focus on his words.
Which made me realize…
I didn't have anything I wanted to do.
Due to the fact I was chasing a particular hot dude who ended up being my husband, I hadn't gone to college.
Stupid.
But I also didn't have anything I would've gone to study.
“You can get a job if you feel like it, but I just want to know just in case.”
I raised a brow in askance, “in case what?”
He shrugged, turning back to his laptop to continue typing. “Just in case.”
A snicker escaped before they could be controlled.
What a weird husband.
“Just in case.” I repeated, wondering if he realized how dumb that sounded.
“Is that all you had to say?”
“Yeah.”
He was still typing, which made me wonder if he ever went to sleep.
Maybe he worked his entire life.
My feet were about dragging me up to my room, when he spoke. “I'm traveling to Germany for some business on Wednesday.”
I couldn't help rolling my eyes.
“Obviously, but why are you telling me?” He never told me.
Weird how he'd even do that now.
Other times, I got the news from someone else, or might never even know till he got back.
He stopped typing again, turning to me. “I just thought you might want to know so you don't wonder where I am.”
A chortle replied him. “Trust me, I never wonder where you are because I'm certain you're out in another country.”
Something swept past his expression, but before I could make out what it was, it was gone.
“How long will you be gone for?” I asked, already noting how bored I'd be while he's gone (not that his presence ever did anything to calm my boredom).
“I'm not sure.” He replied, looking hesitant to say something.
“A month? Two? A year?” I giggled at my own joke though it was obviously not funny.
“Will you be bored?” Now, that was random coming from him.
I couldn't help pulling two confused brows together . “Yeah… I guess.”
“Do you want to tag along?”
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