I'm not sure when I fell asleep as I found myself in my bedroom, hurdled under the warm blanket with aching pains all over as punishment for my sleeping position.
My eyes were red and stinging, it was all puffy and blurry and it didn't take time for me to start recalling how I ended up in my room.
Because I was rude to Kaeser I ended up emotional and apologised till I fell asleep, the only problem is…
I didn't exactly do the apology part directly to him.
{Fondles fingers}
Flora and Tee tried calling several times after I ran out of the spa but I did not pick up their calls and I don't plan to do so today either.
Waltz music can be heard from the living room and a delightful aroma of grilled pork buried the entire room.
My taste bud was itching, as I drooled over the thought of the appetising meal I would encounter, but whenever I think about it I'm reminded of the argument we had earlier, how can I face him?
This is so stressful.
Ring!!!
My phone vibrates upon my bed.
I take a glance at the caller ID and my eyes widens.
Why now of all times.
****
"I'd like to resume work first thing next week," I said to Kaeser at the dining table.
Kaeser, who was just about to have some braised pork pauses, his head down as the fork hangs midair away from his mouth.
It was the first time since my accident that Kaeser did not look me in the eyes, that aside it's a miracle I was able to master the courage to have breakfast with him.
However the case may be, the tension we faced was more than enough to turn me to stone.
"Hmm.
Alright."
Eh.
Alright?!
I never expected his answer that easily but then again, seeing him wear an expression like that upon his face I can probably understand why.
It was me who drew the line and yet I felt….
Hurt.
The week flew by so fast and before I knew it the day I was to return to the office arrived. I found myself preparing for my first day back as if I were taking a beginner course of training.
My hands began to shake furiously attached with sweaty palms, I have never felt this nervous, in fact, it feels like it was my first day ever at work.
Just what sort of nervousness is this?
A hand stretched over my head bearing a cup of coffee with a nice intoxicating scent of cream and two sandwiches.
"Here you go. Coffee with cream, just the way you like it."
The sandwiches were the first to go, but after I had them, my eyes meet with hot steams emitting from the cup as I reached for the cup and took a sip of the coffee, my insides felt refreshed with the milky cream dabbed over the corners of my lips.
Once I had digested a reasonable amount, I felt a calming sensation as I turned towards Kaeser and handed over the cup with half coffee inside.
"Thank you."
As if nothing happened, Kaeser reverts back to his normal self without bringing up our recent argument. In fact, there was a smile on his face that seemed confusing.
Out of words and in a hurry I raced outside and headed straight for the car and as soon as I reached, I locked the door from the inside, and slammed my head upon the car wheel causing the horn to honk loudly as I lamented.
"He's driving me crazy, I can't read him." I murmur to myself.
It took me time to calm down, after that I hurried over to work to avoid the scolding that could come from my superiors.
"Welcome Madam."
The Bureau of Archeological Research.
My workplace, a division concerned with the study of the human past, and I, Lilith, work with the department of Anthropology collection.
Knock! Knock!!
I stood by the door, and watched as heads turned towards the sound of the knock, with a smile on my face I said to them.
"It's so good to be back, and how has everyone been doing?"
"Lily." My colleagues cried in a loud voice abandoning their work, and swarmed around me like a bee attracted to flowers. The females choked me with hugs and the males with a handshake.
As I thought, this was the best thing attached to a vacation leave, everyone would end up missing you and fill you with lots of love.
However, my happiness does not even last.
"Excuse me." I hear a voice from behind say, Jefferson was his name. "I'm sorry for interrupting your small party, but eh…" he hesitated as he nodded his head towards the right, "the big guy's looking for you."
As my colleagues pout, and yell at Jefferson for ruining the reunion, I calm them down, before I assured him that I'll be there.
Right after he left, I excused myself from my colleagues who tightly clung to me, then hurried behind him to the director's office. It was high time I knew the reason I was suddenly called back to work.
"I'm so glad you made it, I'm afraid and sad to cut your vacation short but we need your help." The director Mr. Allen says to me.
I sigh as I stare at him, blankly waiting for the reason for which he called me. "You've refused to state the reason on the phone, but can I hear it now?"
If it weren't for that call that morning I doubt that I would have returned back to work, and supposing I told Kaeser he'll just have me tell them to send someone else, however, Allen here sounded very urgent.
"Oh yes.
So a company has recently discovered some interesting artifacts during their survey on their new land.
Some historians believe it holds important treasure from the mediaeval era." I tilt my head as I stare at him.
It's obvious where he's heading to but I doubt I'll give in without him saying it himself.
"Your point is?" I boldly asked, well aware that he dare not raise his voice against me at an opportunity like this.
Allen takes a deep sigh as he relaxes in his armchair.
"The company will be holding an auction tomorrow with several other goods and we'll need you to take a closer look at it.
If it's worth it, then bid for it.
I'm sending an outfit for tomorrow to your house, please get ready."
The first thought that crossed my head was annoyance, but then a bonus doesn't sound too bad after all.
I return to my office, tired and annoyed.
If only I can eat back he words, I'd be in a much better mood.
Suddenly, the wall clock hanging in the hallway echoes with a 'Ding' and the eyes of the workers widens with joy.
It's break time.
"I'm ordering, does anyone have any need to order?" One of the workers announces.
Since everyone has eagerly been waiting for this chance the whole day, they rush at the opportunity to put something in their stomach.
Jumping at the weak woman with their orders written on a paper.
I watche them feeling less hungry, after all, I did get to eat some delicious food from my husband before coming.
But then, there's an awful growl echoing in my work space as my stomach denies me.
Dammit!
At least no one heard that.
"Oh right." I cry in defeat, "I only had something to drink and two slices of sandwiches."
Finally I stand up and walk towards the gathering of hungry squad.
Hmm~
From where I stand I see how busy she is and write down all I need before approaching.
"Excuse me, please I'd like a cup of americano, two and a cheeseburger." Suddenly, a cold wind blows by as everyone remains silent.
"...."
Their gazes fixed upon me has me shivering in fear.
"What?!" I ask nervously, unsure if I had done something wrong.
"Oh it's nothing, but, you've always hated americano, especially without sugar, what made you change." My colleague, Sally says.
"I did?" I ask in confusion, but the others nods voilently that I doubt they lie.
"Oh I guess I want to try something different then."
Weird!
I can't out my finger on the reason why I feel that way but everything feels weird.
The whole day in the office, I couldn't help wonder why they said what they did or what it meant.
I ask myself, "did I really hate Americano that much?"
But I had it this morning and Kazzar told me it was just the way I liked it.
With no answer I let it pass as a mystery and hurry home.
When I arrive home, I find the package the director requested already here.
Kazzar signs for the delivery at the door.
"Oh it's good that you're here," he says with glee, "a package just arrived for you."
"I didn't think he'd be in a hurry to give this to me." I murmur as I walk towards the package.
"I didn't have time to prepare anything, so what would you like, Coffee, Americano…"
"That's strange." I cut him in perfectly. "The others at work mentioned that I hated Americano, why would you suggest something that I hate?" I ask him, but Kazzar merely smirks.
He walks over to me and stands barely inches away, granting me the opportunity to acknowledge our height difference.
With a lock of my hair in his hand, combing my hair with his fingers.
He leans closer and kisses the strands of my hair.
"Taste changes." He says with a mysterious grin.
This man… my husband, he seems more dangerous with each passing day.