They sat beside each other on the plane for about six hours but never spoke to one another. Klara stole glances at him but Micheal didn’t care to look her way. It’s either he had his headphone on while listening to music and pressing his phone or sleeping the whole time. When they arrived Seychelles airport, Klara walked ahead while Micheal was walking some distance behind her. 'She is indeed beautiful but what is the essence of her beauty without any morals' he thought to himself as he admired his wife from behind. He noticed how men were ogling her but didn’t feel jealous, rather he felt anger; angry because their actions made him remember what he saw three nights ago, angry because this was not the life he imagined with her. As he was still lost in his thoughts, he saw a man walk past him towards Klara. They were talking but he couldn’t hear what they were saying, this infuriated him the more as he increased his pace and walked past them in annoyance. Klara knew that Micheal must have read a meaning into what he saw, so she excused herself from the stranger and increased her pace to meet up with her husband.
They arrived their hotel, a magnificent five-star hotel with beautiful scenery. When they got to the room, Klara couldn’t help but gasped. Their bed was decorated with flower petals, the lustrious paintings on the walls, the private terrace which led to the pool side, everything was just perfect. 'My parents really outdid themselves' she thought. Even though she knew there will be no honeymoon between them, she was still gratefulfor the efforther parents made. She looked at Micheal who seemed unimpressed by the room and was unpacking his bag in silence, “Uhmm..about what you saw at the airport..it’s not what you think, I strictly told him that I’m married” she explained. “Tssk…I would have appreciated it if you had given this kind of explanation to the fool you messed up with on the eve of our wedding, and also warned me before hand about it, that way I wouldn’t have been so heart broken. Well..thanks for the heads-up this time around, at least I would not be so shocked if I witness something similar again” he said mockingly. “That’s not what I mean, I…” she tried to explain herself. “I don’t need any explanation from you Klara! I know you are smart enough to have sensed that. I just want to say one thing to you, don’t you dare try to play any disgusting tricks in public, you have to respect our parents and families’ reputation. I risked a lot to go through with this marriage, so you must have to pull yourself together and have a little bit of self-control in public as long as we are still married, no messing around with men in the open. I believe that’s the least you can do if you have any iota of conscience in you” Micheal snapped at her. Seeing her always made him remember their wedding eve night event which has refused to leave his head. In the plane, he contemplated renting another room when they get to the hotel but knowing how influential their parents are, it would be a bad idea because they might have informants in the hotel. So he decided to put up with her.
The hotel phone rang and he picked up, “hello?” “hello Mr Michael, you can come down with your wife for dinner whenever you are ready, we are here to serve you" said the voice on the other end of the line. “But we didn’t order for dinner yet" he said in confusion. “It is part of the honeymoon package sir" the caller answered. “Oh, ok thank you" Micheal said and looked at Klara who was still standing there with a gloomy look on her face. “You might want to go freshen up so we could go downstairs for dinner" he said. “Ok" Klara responded, took her clothes and entered the bathroom. She was still shy and finds it difficult to dress or undress when in the same room with him. Of course she was still a virgin even though she was accused wrongly and misunderstood.
They went downstairs after shower and ate dinner in silence. Silence seemed to be their new language whenever they were alone together, trying to start a conversation with him always end up making him so mad at her and getting her to be emotionally tortured by him. So she tried to maintain silence for peace to reign. Micheal left for the pool side when he was done with his food. Everywhere was buzzing even though it was night already. Klara quickly finished up her food and followed him outside, he found an empty table and sat down, as she was about to cross over to his table to sit with him, someone pulled her arm, “hello beautiful, remember me?” the stranger said. Klara recognized him immediately as the guy from the airport, so she forced a smile and freed her arm from his hold. “Hi” she responded. “My table is over there, care to join me?” he asked while pointing towards his table. “No, I’m here with my husband” she said while pointing at Micheal who pretended not to notice them. “Oh, I’m Dean by the way” he said while extending his hand to her. “Klara” she said as she left to where Micheal was without a care to shake his hand. She didn’t want to be friendly with the guy and cause more misunderstanding for herself and Micheal.
Micheal gave her a disgusting look as she sat at the table, he hated what she was making him to become; a hateful person. He then stood up some minutes later and left. She followed him behind, she made up her mind to tag alongside him wherever he went because she believed an opportunity to vindicate herself might present itself. When they got to the room, he laid on the bed while she sat on the other side of the bed, he turned his back on her facing the opposite direction. There was silence for some time before she summoned up courage to speak, “Micheal are you asleep, can we talk?” He ignored her. “I really want us to talk about this no matter how much it infuriates you” she continued. He still kept silent, so she decided to continue talking. “I understand that it will be difficult to convince you after what you saw. I love you so much and I will never do anything that will hurt you or bring disrespect to you and our family. I…i…i can prove my innocence right now if you will agree to make love to me, I promise you will not regret it” she said in a low tone while twisting her fingers.